Personal Narrative: Stereotypes Of A Poor City

In 2012, I moved to Washington state for studying. There is coastal state and the weather was windy and cold. Port Angeles was a small town, but the air was extraordinarily fresh. I lived there for two years. I heard from my host parent, Port Angeles is regarded as a poor city. Compering with the city, I felt I am a middle class Chinese boy. In general, most part of american thought Chinese students are equally wealthy. I think that is the stereotype of Chinese are rich in their mind. In each college, we usually see a lot of Chinese girls are using luxury handbags or wallet and Chinese boys are driving luxury cars. It is very normal in the United Stats, even around the world as their parents try to give the best things for their kids, that

l leaved home at ten. I was waiting to crossed an intersection, the intersection doesn't have any stop light. I saw an old model pick up truck approaching me. It looked red in color and full of wood in the back. But, the drive stopped his car in front of me. He let me cross the block first than he pass the block in second. The drive was really friendly as in my home town, the drive won't let you go first. I waited about serval minutes, I got on the bus and sit on the last row, next to the windows. On the way, I looked around the town, quite and low population density. Almost all the houses are old and cars on the road are 90 's models; the picture as street image of old american movie. Arrived transit center, there was windy and cold as long as the bus stop is close to seaside. Visibility was extreme great on that day, i can see Vitoria, BC in the opposite side of the harbor. I was waiting the other bus to school. Suddenly, I felt two people walking toward to me. I was intensely nervous as she is different race with me. The woman looks poor, her jeans and jacket are little dilapidated. She is a black woman and dragging with her son; her son resemble 4-5 years old. Her son looked adorable and shy. Thin jacket and sport pants putted on his body. I thought he was cold as i saw his body is sharking. Finally, the women tried to make a dialogue to

I took out my Louis Vuitton monogram wallet in my jeans pocket. I swiped my VISA card and it charged me almost 7 dollars. For me, seven dollars is not act on my life, but that was making them full and warm in their day. The meal was in front of me on the cashier table; that was smelling full of fires. After that, I passed the tray to the black woman, "Thank you so much, I believe you are coming from rich family, see your wallet" black woman said. "No" i said. I started to try to explain to her; I am not a rich person. I think she doesn't know Hong Kong is the top international city in the world, even busier than New York City; our index of life had huge differences. So, that might she thought I am wealthy. But, i believe the biggest reason is the stereotype of Chinese. We had a totally different life as we are from the different class and race. They were sitting on the corner of the restaurant, I saw the little boy, and he made a smiley face to me. I was glad to pay him a meal. He was eating really fast, that maybe he was hungry. The black woman's kid shared some fires with her mother. I got to go as i had to catch the bus and going to my school on time. I said bye with them. After school, I rode on the bus going to home. On the way to home, I was thinking about the black woman and her kid life. I would say in case somebody ask for or need help, if you are able to offer them, you