Examples Of Autobiography Of A Tomboy

I am a tomboy. Since the day I first became conscious ofmy appearance, I had stopped wearing dresses. Even as I grew up, I added the least feminine elements to my appearance. When facing the boys in my class, my parents’ words of encouragement to surpass the boys academically grew in my subconscious, and I have become competitive, trying to solve every math problem the boys cannot answer. After living with my granny, who believes that boys are superior to girls, for six years in the Chinese countryside, insecurity forced me to be vigilant about my surroundings and cautious about my words and my future. My parents were undereducated, and my father’s educating method is simple—do everything as hard as I can. I rarely received any compliments from my father. Fear of my father’s strict style of discipline- hitting and constant scolding- when I was young terrified me and made me become very self-disciplined about my grades and tests. Even after I started living at boarding school, which I had done since the third grade, I had never gotten an A-. But I still struggled with myself, my inferiority about being a girl and my fears of being ordinary or unintelligent. Often in elementary
school when I looked at a boy who was capable of understanding the teacher’s content, when it sounded like nonsense to me, or at the prettiest girl in my class whose face I compared to my ordinary one, I was jealous. Sometimes, I vexed myself by feeling depressed, even guilty about my lack of intelligence and inferior looks as I laid down on my bed hundreds of nights, but I knew I could not have everything I wished for. However, after I graduated from that school and came to the USA to study, I realized a pretty face was only an addition to what a person already had. Of course everybody loves seeing beauty, but the most important aspect about a person is not his/her appearance, but his/her intrinsic values. When I first came to Tandem Friends School, I felt energy and confidence coming from everyone in this school where everyone showed their values through various interests and talents: some are adept in music, others are skilled in theater, etc. From them, I became brave enough to begin to learn golf, calligraphy, and to become involved in other activities. For the past eighteen years, I have striven for perfection to conteract in my inferiority and flaws, and to catch up with the people running ahead of me. No matter how much homework I had, I finishedit all; no matter how hard the middle school entrance exam was, I perservered and entered the gifted-education training class. Even the abstruse biology textbook and language barriers did not defeat me in my first year of studying in America: I typed all the terminologies into a dictionary and reviewed all the material taught in class after school and eventually earned eighth place in my grade. I deeply acknowledge that I’m not the smartest nor the prettiest, but the obsolete village of my birth has not stopped me from running; being a girl did not stop me from crossing the border and living without parents, and the intelligent boy I envied only has encouraged me to try harder.
Though suffering from my inferiority, I have discovered the strength to enter the world of engineering. Tools and machines will never disappoint—when one puts a quarter-inch wrench on a quarter—inch bolt, it works. I don’t have to be the smartest or the prettiest to gain other’s recognition, and I don’t need to please anyone in the engineering world. As long as I understand the mechanics, I can accomplish anything if I try hard enough - the efforts I put it will always become the outcome I wished
for.