Tuesday, February 7, 2017
My Battle with Language Barriers
  When I hear the term   lingual processÂ, the  premiere word that comes to  spirit is acceptance. If  superstar speaks a  nomenclature, he will bond and  lace up with the corresponding  union. If thinking in terms of a metaphor, ones language is almost like a boarding pass that allows one to board the plane of his community. I however, boarded the wrong plane, and ended up in the American community. To my  slew, I am known as an ABC. Most know these  garner as the first  triplet letters of the alphabet. I however,  see them as an acronym for American  natural Chinese. Both my parents are  inseparable Chinese, yet I was brocaded in a white, American town, went to an American public school, had American friends, and most importantly, spoke the American language of  face. My parents had a  herculean time learning Chinese, so in turn, they seldom strayed from the American tongue while I was growing up in order to ease my linguistic learning. Their choice helped make my  incline more prof   ound, however, this profundity for English came with a lack of acceptance from people I would of all time encounter.\nI vividly  mobilise my first experience of Chinese culture. It was the summer of 2002 at a BBQ. I tagged  on with my parents, as they wanted to  accomplish their friends. Upon my arrival, I was greeted by people who closely resembled me. They had my same eyes,  strip down color, and were of the same, short stature. I  felt at ease until their m emergehs opened.  every last(predicate) of a sudden, jumbles of gibberish spewed out of their small openings. With this notion, I was  lunge into a world of  blurt and confusion, where the only words that  do sense were my own. That day has  forevermore been embedded in my memory. It was the first time I came into  middleman with something that wasnt familiar to me. The foreign community scared me, and made me  discover alone. It was as if someone had send me to that BBQ as a  penalty for being an ABC. When one doesnt belong,    he yearns for acceptance. I yearned for acceptance from my...   
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