<p>But, I have no idea why Asians excel in math/science and my past wouldn’t explain why I’m majoring in engineering at Berkeley.</p>
<p>My Dad was a violent alcoholic, compulsive gambler, smoker, drug user, and playboy when my mom met him so it’s unbelievable they ever got married. My grandmother who could hardly speak english warned my mom that all he cared about was his Italian silk shirts. It was only 3 months after they married, that my mom’s tax returns were withheld for unpaid alimony. She discovered my dad had been a baby daddy for the 12 years prior. </p>
<p>In the 80’s, my parents struggled to make a $700 mortgage payment because my dad used 150% of his paycheck for gambling and throwing parties. He loved to buy his friends. It was during one of these parties that my dad got into a fight with our neighbor and slashed all his tires after failing to break into the guy’s house to kill him. My mom immediately sent me to Hawaii to live with my grandparents, during which she threw out my dad and finalized the divorce. </p>
<p>When I returned home, I still had to see my Dad every other weekend to make sure “I got the money–$400 per month.” Instead of going fishing or watching Mariner baseball games, we usually went to the horsetrack or casino where I’d have to sit in the lobby or arcade for 8 hours. On Sundays, I’d have to fetch the paper at 5 in the morning so I could get the daily line for all the NFL games and make my predictions (my dad was also a bookie). I usually received $200 on top of child support for ‘hush money’ which meant lots and lots of video games for an 8 year old.</p>
<p>A couple years ago, an irrate woman barely older than me who worked for Thai airlines approached me in the Tom Bradley terminal at LAX and pleaded with me to inform my dad that she was pregnant. I gave her my sincere congratulations, and only as I was walking away from her did I realize my dad was responsible. I now make sure to avoid Thai airlines everytime I’m at LAX.
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<p>My mom and I agreed that my dad most resembles Al Pacino’s character in Scarface. Remember that little speech Montana made in the fancy restaurant after Elvira stormed out? My dad’s made many drunken outbursts like that in public, including one of my boy scout meetings. When I was 12, my dad approached a big random black kid, and was dead serious when he said “I bet $100 my son can kick your ass. You wanna fight?” My dad lost that bet.</p>
<p>I never graduated high school, was homeless for a couple years in LA without contacting any family out of shame, but at the same time, I managed to finish 2 years of community college with a 3.95gpa and earn my high school diploma. And now I’m at Cal majoring in engineering so it must be genetic. :D</p>