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Cw208 Memoir Final Draft

Cw208 Memoir Final Draft

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Published by: elisebyun on Nov 19, 2011
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I Don’t Have A Bowl Cut Anymore, Let Me Go.
Elise ByunCW208 - Julie PriceMemoir (Revision for final portfolio)Target Audience: This memoir might be interesting for anyone who has ever felt smothered bytheir parent(s), wants an inside look at what it feels like to be overprotected, or for those wholove their parents but are conflicted because their parents drive them crazy. It is probably not for anyone under the age of eighteen.
 
I Dont Have A Bowl Cut Anymore, Let Me Go.Elise Byun
My girlfriends are planning a trip to the Bahamas. I’m not allowed to go. Because I’m the baby of the family, my parents have never let me go anywhere alone if it is farther away than our church. As a kid, I’d often ask my mom if I could see my passport. I’d check the date stamped onit, informing me of when I had last been out of the country. The date never changes because my parents can’t afford taking time off work to travel. The passport picture never failed to embarrassme but I loved to laugh at it. In it, I am 18 months old and my face is red from crying. Myeyebrows are angry and my eyes demand that I be taken seriously. Unfortunately, the bowl cutmy mom performed on me by literally placing a bowl on my head and cutting along its rim mademe look like a boy and it was impossible not to laugh.Even now that I’m a senior in college, I’m not allowed to travel without
 supervision
of my sister or one parent. That word shouldn’t apply to me after age 18, but here I am, without plans for winter break because my friends are going on an
unsupervised 
cruise. Maybe it’s because a cruise is kind of a big deal, you say? No. I don’t even get to go camping an hour awayfrom home.The two exceptions to my parents’ supervision rule are for church-related or education-related events, and even then there is the possibility for rejection. For example, I am hoping tointern in New York or Los Angeles next semester but my dad is absolutely against it. My momon the other hand has offered to pack up her bags and live with me wherever I decide to go-- if my dad lets me. The summer before my freshman year of college, I used a missions trip with mychurch youth group as my chance to get out of America-- a chance at freedom. A chance to prove to myself that I would be fine without my parents. That I could handle life. That I wasmore grown up than my parents thought I was and more than I felt I was.2
 
The program our team went through was called English Camp, or E-camp for short, andit was sponsored in part by a Christian television company named CTS in South Korea. We spenta week living at this little church in a small town on an island called Nam-Hae. Throughout thetrip, we had a cameraman follow us around as we taught the kids, played with them, and even aswe ate, as if we were on a reality-TV show. Reality-TV stars must be the most insecure people inthe world. I don’t know how they can handle having a camera in their faces capturing their mostcandid moments, or in my case, sweating uncontrollably while trying to regulate a mass of rowdy kids.After the official missions trip was over, all the missions teams congregated at theChristian Television System building in Seoul to watch the TV documentary that was made of our trips for the Christian TV stations. From there, my team separated one by one as our relatives picked us up. We were allowed one week to spend with our relatives in Korea. My friends were picked up by their aunts and uncles, but I was picked up by my uncle and... my mother. Mymother, the woman who refused to take a day off of working at the dry cleaners even when shewas sick with a fever and could barely stand, took a week off to follow me all the way to Korea.Hand on the Bible-- I was extremely happy to see my mom after being the farthest awayfrom home that I had ever been (and for the first time without any family). But my joy quicklyturned to bitterness. After spending the first day with family, the next day I called my friendGrace to keep our promise to experience the city life of Seoul together. We both planned to takethe subway and meet in the city.Anxiously, but hopefully, I asked my mom, “Can I go shopping with Grace in the city?She’s taking the subway there by herself! I can just take the subway too.”3

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