Personal Essay On My Trip To America

On my trip to Myanmar I learned how to cherish my life here in the United States and to strive to reach my full potential in school. My parents, originally from Myanmar, have always encouraged me to strive for a career in medicine since becoming a doctor in my country was an admirable and reputable job. My parents were as strict as stereotypical foreign parents could be. They believed that education was very crucial in life. They would also flood my ears with their endless childhood stories, trying to repeatedly tell me that I am more fortunate than them since I grew up here in the United States and have have access to an immense amount of resources. I sprouted into a fine student academically and placed nationally, in track and field when I broke my first National Record on the vault bar in third grade and received high recognition from the Burmese community by being the first person to break a National Record from Myanmar. I began to diminish academically at the start of seventh grade. Some could say it was my initial bout with Senioritis, a made up disease characterized by a decline in performance at school, however my trip back to Myanmar was the first step into changing
My family and I stayed in the bustling capital of Yangon till it was time to visit Chin State, the most impoverished section in Myanmar, and also where my parents were born and raised. There are more than seventy five dialects in our country, which divided the once united Chin State into smaller villages that housed their own culture and language. My parents were from two different villages which has now allowed me to speak four languages fluently. As we made our way to Chin State, the quality of transportation began to deteriorate, as well as the quality of the roads that we traveled on. Initially we were being transported by bus and when we arrived to Chin State, we were on mere scooters that hardly got us