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Personal Narrative: My Parenting Experiences Of Asian Americans

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Dr. Guzman,
When I heard about UCARE program at UNL, I was very intrigued with the idea of getting to explore, learn, and experience something new, especially getting to journey with a mentor/faculty. Then, when I found this research on parenting experiences of Asian Americans, immediately I knew I wanted to be a part of it. I am Asian myself, therefore, I would like to learn more about my culture and ways in which parenting styles are affecting society. When it comes to family and cultural aspects, I get very excited about obtaining knowledge and understanding toward my own identity. I am currently involved with the youth at a Vietnamese parish. Being a youth leader there, one of my duties is to help the students learning and keeping the valuable
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