Score 1600 on the SAT.
Play the violin or piano on the level of a concert performer.
Apply to and be accepted by 27 colleges.
Have three hobbies: studying, studying, and studying.
Go to a prestigious Ivy League university and win enough scholarship to pay for it.
Love classical music and detest talking on the telephone.
Become a Westinghouse, Presidential, and eventually a Rhodes Scholar.
Aspire to be a brain surgeon.
Marry Asian-American doctor and have perfect, successful children (grandkids for ahma and ah-gongh!)
Love to hear stories about your parents’ childhood…especially the one about walking 7 miles to school without shoes.
#1 by Selina on July 28, 2010 - 9:08 pm
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My dad always tells me stories about when he had to walk for 3 hours in the rain without shoes and that I should be lucky that he gets to drive me to school everyday. “Yeah dad, I appreciate everything I have but can you PLEASE shut up, I’ve heard enough of your stories! Tell them when I’m older and actually care about that stuff.” -Me saying that in my head while he goes on and on about random crap. *I don’t consider crap a cuss word.