Tracy Anderson                                                                


Listen…A Silent Conversation
“What do you want people to understand about you the most?”


I am the average college student, working part time, and working towards a major/ Master’s degree in speech language pathology. Someday I hope to be a speech language pathologist working with children. I am of Japanese decent and the youngest child in my family.
I was adopted at 3 months of age from Osaka in Japan. My parents chose my name, Emiko, and in Japanese it means beautiful smiling girl. My parents are both Caucasian with Swedish and German decent. I have never felt left out or an outsider in my own family, since I had two older sisters who were adopted from South Korea. However, at school I could count on one hand the number of Asians that were in my grade and maybe even my school. People automatically think that I am great at math, science and probably had an easy time getting good grades. Although I am a good student, I actually hate math, physics, and chemistry. I struggled with understanding most types of math, I still have no clue about physics and dislike chemistry because there is too much math involved. What I do enjoy is traveling the world, experiencing different cultures, reading, art, animals, helping others, my family, and stand up paddle boarding with my Avon Terroir, Riley.

Most often I don’t think about how I look different from most people in the Midwest. However, it was not until I went to a Hawai’i for a semester that I learned what blending in really feels like. In Hawai’i everyone assumed that I was Hawaiian, since much of their population is made up of multiple Asian cultures. In Hawai’i it was not a question of where I was from, or even so much how people thought of me just from my looks. People seemed to be more open towards me and the atmosphere made me feel better about myself. Maybe it seems shallow to say, but I felt like I was considered more beautiful on the islands of Hawai’i than I did on the mainland. 

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