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Too Easy to Rebel

In my mothers more angry and disillusioned moods， she often declares that my sisters and I are smarter than is good for us， by which she means we are too ambitious， too independent—minded， and somehow， subtly un—Chinese。 At such times， I do not argue， for I realize how difficult it must be for her and my fatherhaving to deal with children who reject their simple idea of life and threaten to drag them into a future they do not understand。

For my parents， plans for our futures were very simple。 We were to get good grades， go to good colleges， and become good scientists， mathematicians， or engineers。 It had to do with being Chinese。 But my sisters and I rejected that future， and the year I came home with Honors in English， History and Debate was a year of disillusion for my parents。 It was not that they werent proud of my accomplishments， but merely that they had certain ideas of what was safe and solid， what we did in life。 Physics， math， turning in homework， and crossing the street when Hare Krishnas were on our sidethose things were safe。 But the Humanities we left for Pure Americans。

Unfortunately for my parents， however， the security of that world is simply not enough for me， and I have scared them more than once with what they call my wild treks into unfamiliar areas。 I spent one afternoon interviewing the Hare Krishnas for our school newspaperand they nearly called the police。 Then， to make things worse， I decided to enter the Crystal Springs Drama contest。 For my parents， acting was something Chinese girls did not do。 It smacked of the bohemian， and was but a short step to drugs， debauchery， and all the dark， illicit facets of life。 They never did approve of the experienceeven despite my second place at Crystal Springs and my assurances that acting was， after all， no more than a whim。