<p>we're so stubborn we're unwilling to even open our eyes to the possibility of another perspective.</p>
<p>Many of you are right. We can agree on the fact that schools care about more than academics, but we can at the SAME TIME acknowledge that for a certain tier of school, regardless of an applicant's personal qualities and extra curriculars, a level of academic ability needs to be met. All exaggerations aside, a student with substantially better grades and better standardized test scores WILL stand a better chance of being accepted into the top tier schools.</p>
<p>We can also agree that diversity = good thing. I have friends of all races and it sure as hell beats befriending all white/asian kids. Of course, there's a downside to providing a diverse campus. The simple fact is that on the average, the test scores and grades of blacks/hispanics/native americans are below those of whites and asians. This is a result of economic and cultural difference, and it simply cannot be corrected within a few years or even a few decades. Asians value grades and test scores and achievement, they see numbers as representative of performance and intelligence, while "URMs" are in general more community-oriented and place less stress on concrete measurements of ability.</p>
<p>Both of those approaches to growth and education have merit, and neither should be criticized or scoffed at, but in the end, it yields a disparity in test scores and academic achievement. I am asian, yet, after learning more about the circumstances around it, for the most part I support affirmative action. Perhaps in the future certain changes can be made to the basis of education that will help eliminate this disparity altogether, so that we wouldn't have to "lower the standards" for URMs (which in itself is a very condescending act toward a whole group of people), or evoke the anger of qualified non-URMs who see less "academically capable" students of color admitted to their dream schools. This is not to say that the students of color did not DESERVE the spot (especially if they came from a disadvantaged background, which meant that they probably had to work three times as hard as you did to get to where they are), but no one ever feels good being rejected from their dream college, and sometimes the disappointment is focused into indignation which is focused into anger. We must understand their sentiments as well.</p>
<p>Lastly, I just wanted to comment on the stereotype of the asian student that seems to be brought up over and over again in this forum. They are mentioned with negative connotations, which does sadden me a bit. First of all, we are americans (to whoever mentioned something about how "americans" do things), we simply come from a different background and culture. Especially for us first generation asian-americans, there's a constant struggle of trying to understand where our parents come from vs. how we have been raised. As a result, personally, I believe I am able to straddle the line with a foot in both worlds and understand both modes of thinking. I think I will try to explain, hopefully with additional knowledge, stereotypes would fade.</p>
<p>My parents have been "pushy" all my life. They've frowned upon B+s and cringed at 1400s. At times, I have hated them for it. I mean, who wants to come home truly excited about a B on a difficult test only to be treated with a silent nod and a tilt of the head? Sometimes, they'd exchange a glance that would make my heart drop straight to the floor. In my earlier years in school, I have brought home 97s on math tests and been asked where the other three points had gone. Growing up in such an environment was trying at times, and I can't say that I haven't thrown tantrums or cried or banged things around in my frustration. But as I have grown older, I have come to understand and appreciate what they have done for me and why they have done it. Immigrant parents generally leave behind a difficult upbringing and existence when they come to this country, my parents included. They have poured all their heart and soul into my upbringing, hoping, dreaming, that maybe by leaving they have set me up for something great. They grew up in war, worked and lived on farms, scraped the bottoms of their bowls for last bits of food before a next wave of starvation. They wanted to offer me the very best opportunities possible - we no longer have to worry about food or shelter, so they raise their expectations of me. The expectations seemed like cruel and unusual punishment for a spoiled child like me, but they were made with the best of intentions. Yes, I play the piano. I was originally pushed into it reluctantly, but I have grown to love it, and in turn, I love music. Yes, I love math, and I love science, but I also love art (photography specifically). Every one of my endeavors have been supported equally by my parents - lately they have been trying to hide from me the fact that they're looking to get me a decent digital camera for my birthday (something really way out of our budget range and would eat up quite a portion of our savings - also something I have logically protested in the past, despite how much I would love one). </p>
<p>Yes, they are concerned with my grades and SAT scores. In the culture from which they came, college admissions is SOLELY based on ONE standardized test. The cut off is solid and unwavering, and no one cares about how many clubs you run or how personable you are. It is difficult for them to fully accept the system I'm dealing with. "What do you mean? 1600 is the best you can get! How can they reject the best?" As a result, I have lived my entire academic life under their expectations. Junior year, they suddenly cut off their involvement in my academics altogether. I thought I would have felt a weight lift off my shoulders, yet it remained; I realized then that these were expectations I had for myself. Somehow, under my parents' asian watchful pressure, I had learned to stand on my own, to dream, to love, to reach. Since they have stopped reading my report cards, my grades and my love for education have only risen.</p>
<p>They do not know how to judge colleges beyond the ranking system because they are not familiar with the system. What they do know is that want the best for me, and in researching and reading about colleges, they have only spotted the best ranked. Yet, in the end, the decision is still mine. They had never heard of University of Chicago, yet listened when I explained to them why I wanted to go there. I'm sure they still dont understand why it's so great, but they are trying their best to support me in my decisions. I'm an astronomy major. They believed medicine was the most practical route of study - makes a great deal of money (never worry about going hungry again), and gains a great deal of knowledge... it was their dream to become practicing doctors, and they believe I have the ability. Yet they have stepped aside to let me explore.</p>
<p>I play three sports, been through several jobs, and run a prejudice reduction conference. These are immensely important aspects of my life yet in the context of my parents' lives, they cannot fully understand why I care so much. And they probably won't. Despite the culture differences they have let me live my "Americanized" life, and yet in some way, I will still owe everything I am and everything I achieve to these asian folks that can't quite, but tries their very best to, understand me.</p>