My name is Huiwen and I was born in China. I am 17 years old. I have lived in a tiny little city called Taishan inside Guangdong. Taishan is way more isolated compared to Brooklyn, but it doesn’t mean Brooklyn is more crowded than Taishan. Taishan is more like a party that never changes its topic, and Brooklyn wouldn’t give a break on changing the topic. Now to put these two aside, in school, I like to present the best side of me. I participate in class, meet new person, look at the world in many different perspectives. When I am out of school, I present the worst side of me, play a drama with only one character on the sofa and the fridge full with ice cream. But these two characters have a connection: they are particularly good at drawing. Maybe it seems like the subject without math or any crazy formula involved, and the dream of creation, made me more involved in building this skill. In the future, I would like to become a painter who can build a fantastic party with pencil and paper.
I immigrated to New York eight years ago. My life changed to the opposite side. Just like living in a mirror, the comfortable life in China no longer existed. The world showed coolest side to me, to the nine-years-old me. The first year for every immigrant is hard: you had to break down all your regular behavior, live your second life without the protection of your parent, face all the rainy storms with a little leaf fallen from the tree. But at the same time a help from others become a blast from god. Thanks to all the people who are willing to help us during that stormy weather. Now I speak English, maybe not strong enough to stay alone in the storm, but not to be that helpless from now on.Tags: New York City Writing Project's 2018 ELLs Academy
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