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Getting off the plane was the most alien feeling imaginable at the time. The new atmosphere was hot. The airport hallways were humid, everybody was restless and everybody looked like they were walking zombies. They were all uniformly following whoever was in front of them. I felt dehumanized. We moved to America due to my father’s change in work. His work in graphic design has forced us to relocate. My mother, who knew hardly any english at all, was reasonably uncomfortable with the drastic change in our lives. I learned a fair amount of english in school, however my conversational skills are still weaker than I’d hope for and I am still more comfortable speaking mandarin. My father, who had been traveling for work since the beginning of his career, had developed very good english for an immigrant. Constant business meetings and social interactions required him to learn how to present himself mannerably in full english. Daily life in China was very consistent. Day to day, my lif
