Jeremy Lin's 1st Page

          The year was 1993. It was an average day in the city of Hong Kong. I opened a rusty window from my crusty apartment and gazed at the dull scenery. The sun was bright and the air humid. The flowers and trees were getting ready to blossom in preparation for the upcoming spring season. I had awoken at 6:00 am as usual. I always had a habit of waking up early to practice sharpen up a few martial arts techniques. Martial arts was the main interest of my life. It was something that I thought I always performed well at and had dedication to. Growing up in a small dilapidated town on an isolated side of Hong Kong, there was never anything exciting enough to catch my attention besides martial arts. Ever since I began grade school, I was the main target of many school bullies. I was constantly teased about my status and uniforms as my parents could not afford them. For this reason, I decided that I would pursue an interest in martial arts, so I could at least stand up for myself by self-defense. Living in a poor family, I did not have the opportunity of joining a martial arts class. My father works in a shoe factory and my mom is currently out of work. We were an under average family in terms of economic class, living on government welfare. Fortunately enough, my grandfather was a previous martial arts school captain. I felt incredibly lucky that he was able to take me as his apprentice.

          That afternoon, I returned home after school. As I entered my home, everything was silent. Something felt very odd. Then, almost immediately, Father turned around from this chair and confronted me. He had a letter, and a rolled up newspaper in his hand. "What is it father?, I asked curiously." Father threw the small crumpled letter at my feet.
"Read it and see for yourself, father replied with a blazing stare in his eyes." "63-MATH,58-SCIENCE,59-ENGLISH, I read." To my surprise, it was my recent final exam scores.
"Wu Young, you have disappointed me for the last time, father said in a dark tone.""I'm sorry father, I promise I'll do better next time."
"You're a disgrace. I am sick and tired of seeing your low low efforts in education. When are you going to improve?"
"It's not my fault, everyone hates me at school, including the teachers. They all-"
"That's enough," Father interrupted. "You broke the last straw this time. I'm removing your all your privileges, including television and practicing martial arts."
"You...can't!," I wailed." Father turned his back against me.
"My decision is final."