And Maybe, Just Maybe, Life Would Be Everything We Wanted It To Be

TBH, I started this post in class, going super in depth with my life. Then, when I began to add to what I already had, I got the feeling of OMG-I'm-so-super-tired-and-I-really-don't-feel-like-talking-about-me-this-much. So... here's a really short version.

I was born on my birthday with my fraternal twin sister. She's older because she was "taken out first" (we were taken out at the same time), but if the birth had not been a C-section, I would have been older. We had a pretty average life... my first memory was of Nameless Sister and I playing with our many Barbies(c), and our mom calling us down to watch the funeral procession of Princess Diana. I think that kind of left an impression on me? I remember Princess Diana was a woman I looked up to after I had learned what had happened to her.

Pre-school and Elementary: I remember waking up one rainy morning, when I was around five years old, only to find my parents and Nameless gone. My Not-So-Little little brother and I thought they had left us because they didn't want us (a pretty reasonable conclusion when you've been compared to your twin your whole life). Our aunt came to pick us up to bring us to the hospital after eight or so minutes of uncontrollable bawling; Nameless had been rushed to the hospital over night. That incident seemed to be a starting point for several family visits to the hospital: Nameless had a kidney infection; Nameless had epilepsy; Mommy had thyroid cancer; I had a concussion; I fractured my left elbow; Not-So-Little has a problem with the alignment of bones in his neck (or something).

Thus middle school began. I joined the orchestra with a harp, and made friends with one of my current best friends. I made my first truly Asian friend which led me to the realization that I wasn't fully Taiwanese nor Caucasian. I managed to ignore or embrace that fact and move on with my life. I do admit that sometimes I wonder who some of my friends perceive me as: That-One-Asian-Girl, That-One-White-Girl, That-One-Weird-Girl?

By the time I entered high school, I had developed a deep and ever-lasting love for music. I dropped the harp (though I still play it when I feel up to it). I began dance (and later joined my school's dance team). I had intended on becoming a Federal Prosecutor, but I ended up participating in the theatrical portion of debate tournaments, and social sciences were never my forte. I joined the dance team, joining my band friends on the marching field. I met my One-and-Only, but he doesn't know that yet ;] My dream changed towards the end of junior year: I aim to major in early education, and later obtain a Master's in special education. The plans for my future are just an outline: go to college (UT@Austin or UH - I have no high aims until I graduate and begin working on my Master's at Baylor), maybe try a relationship with One-and-Only, maybe start a family (not necessarily with One-and-Only), maybe find the meaning to life. Maybe.