How can I describe the wonder I felt the first time I saw my favorite painting, George Seurat’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte? I     1    (admire) the work for years in art books, but I had never thought I would see the actual painting,     2     was housed far from where I lived.

The first thing that struck me as I     3    (enter) the room where the painting was displayed was the size of the work. It was huge! It covered a large part of     4     even larger wall. The painting was painted with dots, a technique     5    (call) pointillism. To create such a huge painting     6    (use) this technique seemed an almost impossible task. Seurat had done it, though, and had made it look easy!

What’s more impressive, however, was the     7    (beautiful) of the painting. Viewed from a distance, the colors looked soft and gentle, describing the happy and     8    (peace) mood of a summer day in the park.

When I approached the painting, though, its colors exploded into many more colors, showing the artist’s skill in combining colors     9    (create) a mood. Even the parts of the painting that appeared white from a distance were lively and had many different colors when viewed up close. I sat and stared     10     the painting in wonder for a good part of the afternoon.

5 . Born and raised in Hawaii, I learned to appreciate and respect a diversity of cultures as a member of its very successful Asian American Pacific Islander (AAPI) community. Most of my classmates stayed in Hawaii for college or went to schools on the West Coast, but I decided to broaden my horizons by attending Purdue University in Indiana. While there, I discovered I was a minority — something I had never experienced back home.

Being a minority for the first time, I felt like an outsider. My ideas, interests and values were constantly considered not as important as my heritage (传统). After sharing an alternate point of view, I would often hear “What do you know? You’re from Hawaii.” These responses eventually made me less enthusiastic about telling people where I was from; I had lost pride in my heritage.

That summer I went home to work for a political non-profit in Honolulu, where I discovered a love for working on laws. Slowly, my pride in my heritage came back. I came to the realization that everyone is raised differently, and the people who had previously thought little of me were so forced on their ideas of where I came from — a remote, beautiful island — that they were ignorant of my culture and the value that other views and opinions can offer.

I returned to Purdue with a newfound love for my background, I decided to share my culture with everyone I could and, after I did, I found people were more willing to hear my ideas. I changed my major to political science and decided I wanted to be a civil servant, with the goal of helping people of Asian American Pacific Islander backgrounds. I strongly believe if more AAPIs are given opportunities to expand their horizons by attending universities across America and the globe, the ignorance will go away and more voices will be heard.

6 . In my freshman year, I asked myself, “Why am I in school?” I thought I was forced to be there, but I decided just to get along with it until I could find it _________.

One day it finally hit me. We were studying Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet in our _________ class. Each of us was asked to _________ a part, and I jokingly _________ to play the nurse. They all laughed, thinking that I, a boy, couldn’t play it, _________ I decided I was going to be the best nurse ever to appear on the stage of the freshman writing class. On the day of the _________, I walked slowly onto the stage and put my heart and soul into the play. The _________ look on my peers’ faces let me know that my performance was excellent, and then I knew what _________ meant to me. School was then a place where I could explore _________ areas in my mind. Perhaps this realization had __________ appeared before I had never been brave enough to __________ it.

To feed my new-found hunger for learning, I decided that I wouldn’t be __________ any more. I began raising my hand higher in class discussions; I was at the point where I no longer felt __________ to take part in, but did because I wanted to. In oral communication class, I chose unpopular speech __________ like “The Flat Tax” and made them __________ by creating characters. In British literature class, I chose to write a song for a creative project on Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. __________ these creative activities, I made classes interesting not only for me, but also for my classmates and teachers.

In short, I’ve discovered that __________ is not something teenagers are forced to experience. __________, learning is a way teenagers grow. What I want to __________ my classmates is that I’m a brave and creative actor, musician and writer, whose __________ each of my teachers knows by the end of their first class, and will be reinforced each day through my brave behavior.