LYL Blog challenge Day 4: One thing I’m proud of
What’s one thing you’re proud of?
It’s 8th grade. Mr. Galvin calls me to his desk. He points to a place on a page and waits for me to realize what it means.
A moment of disbelief and I look at him and he looks at me and smiles. I don’t even think we said anything to each other. Maybe I hugged him before going back to my seat.
This might not be a big deal to a lot of people, but I remember the day that I found out that I was accepted into my high school. It’s one of those magnet schools with an exam. I had taken the exam for a different school a few years before that and didn’t get in. But this time I took the exam and I got in!
That afternoon my dad picked up me and my little sister from school as usual. I told him and we called my mom at work from a payphone down the street from our school (this was before we had cell phones…). Standing at the payphone, my dad had a grin that filled his whole face and he gruffly patted my head. He said he would buy me the GameBoy Color that I had been wanting. What about my younger sister? She can have one too!
Today, I’m a little more than 2 months away from handing in my PhD thesis. It’s been a long time since that day, but I still think of that as the moment I’m most proud of. I am proud of it because I could make my parents happy, and that I could validate all their hard work with something so simple as getting into this one school.
It’s cliché to say so but it changed my life. Maybe I barely got in, but I got in! It wasn’t a mistake or a joke. The money my immigrant parents put into my education wasn’t for nothing. I could think that now and feel that it was true.
Perhaps in a parallel universe somewhere, there is a version of me who didn’t make it. I wonder what her life is like. I wonder if she is doing something similar, or if she went a completely different direction.