My Mother As An Impilated Immigrant

People come and go in our lives, but the ones who stay and make a difference in their time with you are the ones who truly matter. One of those people is my mom, Mrs. Zhu. I admire her for her punctiliousness in the education force, I admire her for the unwavering resilience she commands. But most importantly, my mother is one of the most supportive pillars in my life. She inspires me to do well every day, and her prowess as a mother and as an assimilated immigrant is undoubtedly influential. I hope to become much like my mother in the future, for she is an amazing parent and person amongst everyone else. When Mother moved to Boston, she was a beautician student who attended school in New York. “Why not go to school in Massachusetts?” you may ask. The simple answer was my mother wanted the best education so she could earn better wages to gift her children the luxury of a better life. She sacrificed so much for her family; endless hours of sleep, time, and even meals. It’s undeniable that hours of dedication and studiousness was put into her schooling, and as a result, she did provide a comfortable life for her children. You can’t help but admire the woman for that, and neither can I. Recently, I’ve tried to keep up with my own schedule, so I’ve
She would push me to be better even if my grades were fine. So, when I entered the Russian School of Mathematics, I would be lying if I said I was surprised. The school was centered on teaching their students at least two grades ahead, so I knew why it would appeal to her. It seemed perfect for her, and I hated RSM for the longest time. But, thanks to Mother for pushing me, I developed a keen interest in algebra and geometry. Her resilience would eventually lead to my love of mathematics. My grades improved greatly and my attitude towards foreign concepts was positive. Though I was bitter, I admired her determination for me and hope to have the same in the workforce the near