 Dear First Gen,
(This is a chapter from the book, "The Rise of a First Gen".) For many years, I could not forgive them. I was too upset with them for what they did. It began in 3rd grade when I was introduced to the violin. I had violin classes during my math class and I loved it. I learned how to play the strings and reveled at the music I was playing. I was given my own violin to take home and practice when I had free time. My enjoyment turned to sadness when my math teacher told my parents that my grades were slipping. They told me we did not come to America for a low academic performance. My parents did not have a conversation with me or give me a chance to improve. I was simply removed from violin class and my violin was returned to the music store. No longer could I learn the melodies that brought a smile to my face. No longer could I develop the skills to play a musical instrument.
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