Personal Narrative: Growing Up As An Asian American

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For most of my life, I felt as if I didn’t fit in. Growing up as an Asian American I felt torn between two different worlds. On the one hand, I felt the need to conform to typical American society, but pieces of my Asian heritage would seep into my daily life regardless. I remember during lunchtime, I would have to summon every ounce of courage to take my smelly “baozi” or red meat bun out, while everyone else had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. After each bite, I would plunge my baozi under the lunch table along with my insecurities. Each passing lunch period took a toll on me, and as a result, I defaulted to avoiding contact with anyone who looked like me. Even though I went to Chinese school and was in the same orchestra as all the