Expectations, Amy Chua and Mr Titner

I’M BACK AND I HAVE 5 FOLLOWERS NOW!!! People have been saying how fake or whatever I am, but honestly, I’m just ranting about life and letting everyone know about my sad sad life as a teenager living in Cabramatta. If you haven’t already realised, I’m Asian (DUH I LIVE IN CABRAMATTA) and with being Asian, comes the typical pressure of the stereotypical Asian parents. Except it isn’t a stereotype. The species of the Asian parent is very, very real – and dangerous.  

My mum is the typical tiger mom. Just imagine Amy Chua with a bowl cut and you’ve got her. Seriously, everything that comes out of her mouth has something to do with ‘BUY ME HOUSE WHEN YOU GROW UP’. I’m sooooooo over it. I go to Cabramatta High School with a bunch of delinquents who graffiti ‘MR TITNER SUCKS’ on the wall then add a ‘BALLS’ to that a week later. The teachers pick their noses with cigarettes. There is no chance that I’m getting out of this hole with an ATAR over 80.

I’ve constantly been a ‘disappointment’ to my parents. I didn’t make it to OC, didn’t make it to selective and I’m not even in the top 50 of my year. Why? Well I just wasn’t born to be a future Einstein, or Julia Gillard. Some people just don’t get the genes. Unfortunately that happened to be me L. My Mum thinks that I’m going to magically ace my HSC and earn her heaps of money. I’ll work as hard as I can, but I’ve accepted that I’ll never be successful.  

All I want in my life is to be happy, and to me that doesn’t mean slaving away in a repetitive office job or cutting people open every day. I want a job that I can enjoy, and not just a boring one that earns me $1000 an hour. The money you earn doesn’t equal the level of your success….right?