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Illumination

Page history last edited by PBworks 12 years, 10 months ago

My parents, being asian and all, tried to give me all the opportunities that they could.  Soccer, piano, math classes .. just whatever. 

 

I was never particularly good at piano, and I never really enjoyed it until I quit.  Since I was young (probably 6 or 7), i'd played piano, and every year we would have two recitals in front of .. probably a hundred people (both students and parents).  As I said, I was never really that good, nor did I like it .. so I would only halfheartedly try .. and alot of times during the recitals, I would screw up.  My parents expected quite a bit of me, and would really give me it in the car ride home.  As I grew older, I started playing music that I actually enjoyed and would try a little harder.  Nerves would probably get the best of me during the recitals, though, and I still wouldn't perform well.

 

I'd hear bitching about not practicing enough, not caring .. it would be a cloudy afternoon (or so it seemed), probably raining, and the mood was tense.  I think I felt even worse than usual because I had actually tried ..

 

I realized then that my parents weren't really all that in tune with my feelings; what appeared to them was how they took things.  So I then learned to manipulate how things seemed to my advantage.

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