When I was in elementary school, I used to complete my homework assignments in manuscript and cursive. As I learned spelling words, I’d recite each letter to my dad. If wrong, I’d write the word ten times before moving on. Aside from schoolwork, my older sister and I would read chapter books, write summaries and answer any questions our mom asked, like “Who’s the main character? What’re their characteristics?” or “What’s the climax and resolution of the story?”
Next thing we knew, I’d join organizations like Student Council, Cheer & Stunt, National Honors Society, and more. I’d hold leadership roles such as becoming a class representative. I participated in community opportunities including volunteering, volleyball and Hmong dance. I’d even juggle part-time jobs.
From learning to spell, to calculating math problems, my parents guided us as best they could. Not to mention, the relentless drop-offs and pick-ups of extracurricular activities. Did I mention co-hosting school fundraisers and chaperoning dances? Oh yes, they held education as a top priority in our household.
I always had a passion for academics. However, it wasn’t until last year that I recognized its impact on my overall development and identity. If you know me, or figured it out by now, you know I enjoy learning. I yearn to learn. There are different worlds and pathways when it comes to just one subject. That’s what I love about it most.
In addition, the older I’ve gotten and the more education I’ve received, I’ve grown. I noticed that I need to learn. I’m someone who thrives by learning a new topic consistently. I value what worlds and pathways it leads me to, as well as to who I’ll become.
My parents taught me from an early age the importance of academics, earning an education, and offering help. I’m forever grateful for it and to them. My parents put in the effort to get me to where I am today and have molded me into who I am today. It’s because of them that I can do the same for my children, as well as others.
For my 25th birthday, I’ve chosen to host a birthday fundraiser with Malala Fund.
My parents didn’t hold my sisters or I back from any opportunity. They pushed us forward to receive an education. They did the work to ensure we’d “make it.” They were our rocks. And I’d like to be a rock for someone else, someone who may not have quality education or advocacy for girls’ education.
Please join me in contributing to the Malala Fund and celebrate my birthday with me!
