Immigration has been a cause close to my heart ever since I was old enough to realize what it truly meant for me. I grew up knowing that my great grandfather came to this country in the early 1900's to pick oranges. He didn't graduate high school and spent nearly his entire life trying to become a citizen, but with hard work and perseverance, he would later own multiple businesses and a restaurant. Even though Operation Wetback and various other US programs made it evident that America as a whole did not want him nor his workers here, he stayed. He stayed because he saw something in a country that would repeatedly do everything possible to show that he wasn't wanted. My great grandfather didn't stay to take advantage of people nor show the slightest bit of malevolence; he stayed because he had a dream to work hard, do good, and find some prosperity in what he thought was the best country in the world. I wouldn't be here without him and his dream. Fast forward n
Hello everybody; it's been a while. With school, work, and my extracurricular activities, I haven't had as much time as I would have wanted to spend writing. In the two years since I've last posted, I was vice president, president, and varsity captain for my high school's Academic Decathlon team, went to the California state Academic Decathlon competition twice, was a student commissioner for my city's Parks and Recreation Advisory Commission, a speech coach for Chinese students learning English, earned my Eagle Scout rank, and was accepted into my dream school, the University of California San Diego. With that in mind, I'm also about to graduate high school. I wasn't the speaker that my high school teachers were looking for as graduation speaker, but I thought it would be remiss if I did not say anything. My original speech would seem a bit out of context as an article, so this is a slightly abridged version. "Throughout my high school career, this