The scenario of the skinny Asian boy was all about oppression. Never did I hate my parents, yet it got extremely frustrating at times. Brandt states, “Sponsors deliver the ideological freight that must be borne for access to what they have.” (Brandt 47) In all honesty, looking back on that portion of life, my parents were sponsors. Branded with their last name, everything I did all went back to them. Always being told to have perfect grades in school, I was never allowed to have my own type of fun till the 11th grade. For the last 16 years before that, I never had a say in what I wanted or how I felt. Living the majority of life without the emotions, it encouraged me to work on my academic literacy. Poems, journals, and even fictions novels taught me the emotions that I can feel today. As they may be different from the general emotions, they are purely created from the matrix the world calls a brain. The empty shell became a human that could experience new emotions again. Although depression was never out of the question, I never contemplated suicide. It might seem to be the easy way out but with what I know, it feels like running away, one of my least favorite things. It all connects and creates a bond between sponsorships along with representatives. The 16-year-long event (ok… 11 years if you count when I started school) caused me to become