Analysis Of I Am Chinese-Canadian

I am Chinese-Canadian. Nowadays the hyphen is used together, though there are two different meanings tied to the phrase. Namely, the different categories. Catagory A being First generation Chinese-Canadians. Category B. being Second-and-Above-Generation Chinese-Canadians. I grew up in a small elementary school with a mixture of both types of Chinese Canadians. As children, untainted by sporadic hormones and societal construct between us, we all managed to coexist in the pond. Consequently, I only came to realize a difference when I was in Junior high. The population was bigger and hormones ran higher than some of the egos people had. There was a loosely defined unspoken rule between us Chinese-Canadians. The First Gens, unfamiliar with
I began to spend time with the Catagory A Chinese-Canadians. It was akin to wearing a stiff collar out in the winter. Shoulders hunched up from the bitter tasting cold, clothes strict and unmoving. Though I can't speak for every Fist Gen. Canadian, I know that not all of them are so prideful that they are unwilling to try new things. Nevertheless, there were always a few bad eggs. I had to treat them with caution as to not agitate them and give away just how third generation I was. Understandably, the Catagory As were mainly a little scared to try new things; as everyone is a scared and vulnerable junior high student at some point.
An issue I had with Fist Gens was the behavior a few of them had towards "outsiders". Even worse, at times this discrimination would bleed onto other types of Asians. My fellow Catagory Bs included. Occasionally, the worst type of prejudice comes from people that are just like you. To be called a "Mixed Blood Faker" with such disdain does little for the shaky, lip quivering confidence one builds boards up as they progress. Three weeks passed as I got know the First Gens better. I had created a formula for my personality in order to get along with them. I'd tell myself to not be "too loud" and keep my opinions to myself. I wouldn't bring up subjects like racism or feminism lest they detect my Third Gen identity. I knew that our thoughts on racism and feminism would be at the distances of both the poles
It was confusing at first since I had never initially thought of classifying with them until I started to learn more. We had the same traditions and holidays. Our grandmas would make the same soups for us, and we all somehow had similar home remedies for colds. I never looked exactly like them, yet we had the same hair texture and noses. There was a sort of classic grace we had all inherited from our families. A mannerism that taught us to avoid boisterous attitudes. Teaching us to lead the most innocent and shy relationships if anyone happened to start dating. Soon enough, about four months later my opinions and friendship with First Gens lead to adversity. It began when a particularly influential First Gen girl started to sneer at someone I knew to be Vietnamese-Hakka-Chinese. Maliciously tittering about how dirty Vietnam was. How the Chinese people from there shouldn't even be considered Chinese anymore and were basically mutts. Acknowledging to myself that I had relatives that escaped WW2 and fled to Vietnam, I was fuming. Adding that I was also a "mutt", being a mixture of a few different tribes from China, I