My life being the oldest sibling

Growing up as the oldest child in a family is a hard thing to do. A lot of people think it’s all difficulties and work for the oldest child; in fact, most people believe that they often don’t get what they want, they can’t get away with anything, and they always get in trouble. Although it’s complicated, I still find it unique to be born as the oldest child in the family. My journey being the oldest child was quite different from other children. I did not receive enough love from my parents when I was young, and I was treated differently from my siblings. There was no true definition of happiness for me and nobody knew how I felt to be the oldest.

As the oldest, it was difficult to get my parents to spend time with me. Instead, I would hear things like: “spend your time wisely, I need to feed your younger brothers or I need time with your brothers.” It was tremendously hard for me to cope with the situation because I was not too far ahead of my brothers’ age during that time. I was still a kid who needed time to stay close to my parents. My youngest brother is six years younger than I am, and my other younger brother is only three years apart from me…that did not make my parents wanted to spend much time with me. I had a lot of moments with my parents when I was younger, and they were remarkable times. But one thing that separated us apart was when I began elementary school. The transience of my happiness began to fade away.

Things got worse. I needed to wake up early every single morning to get myself ready for school, and came back home every late afternoon. The only time I met my parents was night time, but still, we did not talk to each other much. I felt parentless as a young child. I was not able to express my feelings toward them because I was not confident enough to spit it out. I would spend time with my brothers whenever I felt lonely because they were super adorable when they were young, and I loved to tease them so much. However, there were moments when I made my youngest brother cry, and they stared directly at me with their aggressive and angry expressions on their faces. It hurt me even more and it made my relationship with my parents became more fragile.  

Even though I was raised differently from my younger brothers, I’m so privileged to be born as the oldest child in my family. Being the oldest is hard but throughout this unique experience, it silently taught and trained me to live independently. I was brave enough to ask my parents about my childhood, and I was surprised by their answers. My parents planned and raised me intentionally differently from my brothers because they wanted to teach me self-sufficient-life-lesson. I was always thinking negatively towards my parents as I grew older. However, by knowing the truth about the way my parents treated me, I couldn’t love them more!

Most importantly, it felt hopeless to be the oldest sibling because I was frequently given the most responsibility. At the same time, it felt great to be the oldest because I got to set many rules for my brothers, and they have to listen to me because if not they will get in trouble with my parents. In addition, I love to be the oldest sibling in the family for all these reasons but the best reason is to see my parents love me and my brothers equally.


Helping my country is always at the top of my mind. Currently, I’m a part of this project called KhmerSight, which we work closely with a foundation to bring back eyesight for many Cambodian people. We would go down to different communities with the KhmerSight foundation staff to deliver free eye testing. The foundation also helps give the opportunity to those who couldn’t afford to get their eyes fixed with free surgery. Seeing people get their eyesight back means a lot to me, and I will continue to be a part of this project.


Here are some of the pictures of what we have accomplished at the community.

My First College Essay Writing

The Real Me

I’ve never been comfortable speaking in public. It made me worried whenever my teachers appointed me to talk to strangers. It even made me nervous whenever my parents persuaded me to converse with any of my relatives that I’ve never met before. I liked being shy and quiet because I was an introverted person.

I never wanted to leave my comfort zone. I always tried to avoid publicity, I can always be found somewhere else on the side, at the corner of the classroom, and at the back of the desks. I did not want to attract too much attention to strangers. Thus, I preferred solitude.         

But, that is not who I am now. I hated being who I was, and I was tired of hiding myself from this interactive world. I always dreamt of escaping the silence, and last year, I finally did it. It all started in a debate class.

Defeated by the other team during my debate class over the topic I fascinated was a nightmare; I was not satisfied. I felt despondent after the debate because I did not participate as much as I wanted. I had a multitude of ideas in my brain, but bashfulness prevented me from speaking. There were moments where I was not able to articulate my ideas because I was scared that they were all wrong.   

What happened? I was not completely an introvert.  That momentous loss changed everything. I started to occasionally talk to my debate teacher for tips and I began to participate more in later debates.  Boldness was now part of my new character, and it was at that moment when I betrayed my old self to stand up and speak with confidence during the next debate.  I identified something different and I found it exhilarating to speak in front of people.  It was not the end. There were moments in that specific debate where I forced myself to ask the opposing team various relevant questions, which I did, and even defended my team from them with heroism.

If I had succeeded rather than failed, I would have changed and learned nothing. I spoke up because I wanted to change.  There is no shame in trying to change, but there is shame in never trying.

I chose and made many more incredible changes in my life. By my innate challenges [the old shy me] I already understood the disadvantages of not speaking in public. It trapped my voice and prevented me from speaking to the world. I was not able to make friends. Then, right after I had overcome this immense setback, I began to discover something about myself: I had a talent. A talent that defined the real me.  A talent that motivated me to express my own words. A talent that assisted me in making new friends. I was able to manipulate this talent in any conversation.

At the end of the debate class, I became the person that I wanted to be. I started to discover my own voice. The voice that is important for who I am, the voice that I always wished and asked for. I had won my personal challenge, however, without realizing this obstacle, I would still be the old me that never wanted my voice to be heard by the world. Most importantly, the whole transformation taught me to see the importance of reaching my potential. I hope, through this careful open-mindedness to change, that I can continue to make many more adaptations throughout my life.      


Literacy is a really tough class for me to handle since it’s an ESL to me. I’ve been working on improving many skills: writing, speaking (fluency), and other skills that are relevant to literacy. I perpetually use many online resources to develop these skills, and it encompasses Khan Academy, Newsela, and other free available sites.    

A few weeks ago, I was given an assignment by my literature teacher to write a short poem, and mine was about the Christchurch mosque shootings in New Zealand.

  • Hate is the darkest force the world has ever known
  • Hate comes from the difference in skin color, the difference in belief, and the difference in gender    
  • As a result, hate causes great suffering, violent discrimination, and lots of death
  • Hate is the murderer to millions of innocent people
  • Those innocents who died from hatred are us
  • They are us
  • They belong to this world, too!
  • There is always an option in life
  • To show compassion not discrimination
  • To show love not hate
  • The world, in fact, would be peaceful if there was never hate  
  • I’m here in front of you today to tell you that hate can be overcome
  • Because once we show love, people will always remember what we’ve done  
    • Now, take a moment to close your eyes to show respect and love to those 50 innocent people who got killed from hatred in New Zealand

Besides the poem, I love to read news about world current events and science articles. Newsela has everything, I really enjoy reading its articles since it comes with different reading levels; I can pick a level that’s reasonable for me, and it has various quizzes that I can do to reflect on my reading. It also comes with many other awesome functions and activities.


We also use Commonlit for reading and answering questions.  

I also use this site to develop my vocabulary skill.



A few months ago, I had an opportunity to listen to a former Aerospace engineer from Boeing to talk about his experiences in the field of spacecraft design. Even though he was a retired space engineer, his knowledge about spacecraft was still exemplary and I learned and understood so much information from his phenomenal presentation. He then introduced us to CubeSat: a small satellite with the dimension of 10 by 10 centimeters that can do various missions in space. I was so interested in the topic and couldn’t stop thinking about it at all. His speech inspired the Academy and us to form up a team, of five students, called LigerSat with an immense mission to create the first Cambodia CubeSat and send it to space-I’m also one of the team members. Our team initiated the project without knowing what to do, and we were completely struggled at first. Later on, we got connected with mentors and worked closely with them to understand more about CubeSat.

It was tough for us to keep up with our work since Cambodia has not yet introduced to the space industry. We decided to check for international conferences so that we can connect with more space-related experts. There was a Nano-Satellite conference hosted in China, we worked so hard to persuade the Academy director; our request got accepted and our team went to the conference and got connected with many experts.


I’ve been interested in space for so long, and this project had delivered me the opportunity to experience my passion. I and my teammates wanted to become the pioneer of Cambodia first space program. Even though the project is vast, we will painstakingly collaborate as a team to make this project become reality before our graduation in 2020.

Introduction to Statistics

In our math class for this term, we are now advocating ourselves to become experts on the complex topic called Statistics. Our handsome math teacher, Jeff, divided the topic into smaller units so that the students are able to learn it at their own pace. Jeff designates us to complete various Statistics unites on Khan Academy−it’s also a huge part of our grade for this term.  

Statistics is a topic that is quite different from others; it is more challenging and critical. The whole idea of statistics is not only about calculating the number, but it is also about how we use our language to elaborate on our answers in a precise way.    


Lewis Dot Structure

In chemistry class, we learn about a topic called Lewis Dot Structures Diagram where we need to draw dots and bondings between atoms. In this unit, we use Lewis Dot Structures (electron dot diagram) to show the bonding between atoms of a molecule and the lone pairs of electrons that may exist in the molecule. To draw Lewis Dot Structures, first we need to know the valence electron of the atom (an outer shell electron); the second step will be taking the number of valence electrons and draw it as dots around the atom.  

For example, Carbon has 4 valence electrons (an outer shell electron)

We can also draw bonding between two or more atoms. In a covalent bond, when two electrons bond together, we can draw a line to connect between the two electrons. For example Carbon and Oxygen. The two atoms combine together so that they can share electrons with each other to get eight electrons–which is the number that they want.   

Khmer Poem Activity

I have written my own poem in Khmer and it is about how my life has changed when I came to the Academy. I was so emotional when I first started to write the poem because it reminded me of my life without this amazing place. 


ជីវិតកើតមកខកចិន្តា កើតក្នុងគ្រួសារដែលគ្មានសុខ

ជាតិមុខចាំជាតិរំពឹងទុក ចង់បានក្តីសុខក្នុងជាតិនេះ ។


ហេតុអ្វីជីវិតកើតខុសគេ មានពុកមានម៉ែតែគ្មានព្រទ្យ

តំណើរជីវិតត្រូវពង្រាត់ ក៏ព្រោះតែទ្រព្យត្រូវព្រាត់ប្រាស់ ។


ប្រវត្តិជីវិតដ៏សែនខ្មៅ ឈឺដូចដំបៅដែលធ្វើទុក្ខ

ជីវិតគ្មានព្រទ្យគ្មានក្តីសុខ គ្មានអ្នកយល់មុខព្រោះគ្មានសក្តិ ។


ដំណើរជីវិតខ្មៅមួយនេះ បង្រៀនឲខ្ញុំចេះខំប្រឹង

ចេះសា្តប់ទូន្មានចេះញញឹម ហើយចេះសង្ឃឹមលើខ្លួនអែង ។


ដល់ថ្នាក់ទីបួនខ្លួនសប្បាយ ជីវិតនឿយណាយត្រូវបាត់បង់

បានប្រឡងជាប់ដោយការខំ ធ្វើមិនបន្លំព្រោះខ្ញុំរៀន។


នេះហើយជីវិតរបស់ខ្ញុំ ខំប្រឹងសណ្តំសណ្តាប់រៀន

កែប្រែជីវិតពីអត់ឃ្លាន មកផ្គុំហើយច្រៀងកែវាសនា ។


Elon Musk’s Biography

Elon Musk was born on June 28, 1971, in Pretoria, South Africa—he is currently 47 years old. He obtained his Canadian citizenship in 1989 because it was easier for him to obtain the American citizenship; he became the American citizenship in 2002.  Musk was a son of a Canadian mother and a South African father. At the age of 10, his parents got divorced while Elon started to develop his interest in computers. He taught himself programming when he was 12, and he made his first ever software game called Blaster. Later in his life, Musk took two years at Queen’s University and transferred to the University of Pennsylvania. He graduated from Wharton School and majored in Physics and Art in Economics. When Musk was 24 years old, he moved to California to pursue a Ph.D. in physics at Stanford University. Two days later, Musk left the Ph.D. program to start a business. In 1995, Musk and his younger brother started Zip2, “a web software company that would help newspapers develop online city guides.”

Musk revolutionized online payments: he was a co-founder of a really famous online transfer service called PayPal–was initially called Zip2. In 2002, PayPal was bought by another big company called eBay for 1.5 billion dollars in stock, and Musk received 165 million dollars from eBay. Moreover, he is the CEO and CTO of SpaceX, one of the most famous space companies in the world, founded in 2002. SpaceX is a space company that does design, “ manufactures and launches advanced rockets and spacecraft with the goal of reducing space transportation costs and enabling the colonization of Mars.” He is also the CEO of Tesla, a car company that manufactures electric cars. One of its functions that make Tesla is very well-known is a featured called AutoPilot. He is known for the chairman of the Solar City which concentrates in solar energy services.  Currently, he is one of the most intelligent Engineers in the world because of his crazy ideas and mindsets.

All of his inventions are constantly changing the world. For example, Tesla is an environmentally friendly technology which it only required electricity in order to run the process. This means that Elon Musk wanted to end the use of gasoline because it has an immense effect in term of climate change. His private space company, SpaceX, is trying to find a livable planet for humans because he wanted to prevent the from overpopulated. Moreover, people don’t need to carry out their money to buy what they wish because people can use PayPal instead of the actual currency.

In the future, Elon plans to sent people to Mars by 2025 because he wants to colonize the planet and make it into a living place. He even wanted to create tunnels, a new future transportation system. To begin the project, Elon’s objective is to build a network of underground tunnels in LA that move cars on electric skates at the speed of 125 mph. In the next 20 years, cars will not have steering wheels, so they are able to go fully autonomous in the long-term. He even said that “Aircraft and ships and all other forms of transport will go fully electric. Not half electric, but fully electric.” I think these goals will be achievable for him since he is a crazy and intelligent inventor of the century.  

Elon Musk credits his success to three important steps. The first step is to focus on more than one field; when Musk was back in school, he majored in two areas: Art in Economics and Physics. Musk had been interested in space and rockets for so long that he spent a lot of his own time reading textbooks and consulted with experts about rocket science and engineer. “His ability to understand the details of space and SpaceX products helps to connect with staff and build better products.” Musk studies in many different fields; he is able to understand deeper principles, and applies the principles “ to their core specialty.” The second step, learn to transfer knowledge. When Musk was in school, he is known to read two books per day: science fiction, philosophy, religion, and programming. This allowed him to get exposed to a variety of subjects and principles. Third think different. Elon ambition was to introduce the world to new amazing technology that nobody have ever thought of before. For example, Musk and his space company, SpaceX, was able to create a self-landing rocket. This are the three steps that he took to become one of the most famous engineer in the world. In conclusion, I think he is the top ranking inventor of the century by introducing new inventions to the world.  


Literacy Unit-American History

Part of the Literacy class this year, we started learning about the American history by reading a myriad of interesting texts. Our facilitator, Cara, gives us the printed-texts because she wanted us to practice our annotation skills so that we can implement it to the upcoming SAT test. For each text, Cara designates us to find the words that we struggle with, and we have to find the meaning for each word and use it in a sentence.

Excerpt From The Jungle is my favorite text of all because after reading the text, I always wonder about where my food comes from.

The Jungle: With one member trimming beef in a cannery, and another working in a sausage factory, the family had a first-hand knowledge of the great majority of Packingtown swindles. For it was the custom, as they found, whenever meat was so spoiled that it could not be used for anything else, either to can it or else to chop it up into sausage. With what had been told them by Jonas, who had worked in the pickle rooms, they could now study the whole of the spoiled-meat industry on the inside, and read a new and grim meaning into that old Packingtown jest—that they use everything of the pig except the squeal.

Jonas had told them how the meat that was taken out of pickle would often be found sour, and how they would rub it up with soda to take away the smell, and sell it to be eaten on free-lunch counters; also of all the miracles of chemistry which they performed, giving to any sort of meat, fresh or salted, whole or chopped, any color and any flavor and any odor they chose. In the pickling of hams they had an ingenious apparatus,1 by which they saved time and increased the capacity2 of the plant—a machine consisting of a hollow needle attached to a pump; by plunging this needle into the meat and working with his foot, a man could fill a ham with pickle in a few seconds. And yet, in spite of this, there would be hams found spoiled, some of them with an odor so bad that a man could hardly bear to be in the room with them. To pump into these the packers had a second and much stronger pickle which destroyed the odor—a process known to the workers as “giving them thirty per cent.” Also, after the hams had been smoked, there would be found some that had gone to the bad. Formerly these had been sold as “Number Three Grade,” but later on some ingenious person had hit upon a new device, and now they would extract the bone, about which the bad part generally lay, and insert in the hole a white-hot iron. After this invention there was no longer Number One, Two, and Three Grade—there was only Number One Grade. The packers were always originating such schemes—they had what they called “boneless hams,” which were all the odds and ends of pork stuffed into casings; and “California hams,” which were the shoulders, with big knuckle joints, and nearly all the meat cut out; and fancy “skinned hams,” which were made of the oldest hogs, whose skins were so heavy and coarse that no one would buy them—that is, until they had been cooked and chopped fine and labeled “head cheese!”

It was only when the whole ham was spoiled that it came into the department of Elzbieta. Cut up by the two-thousand-revolutions- a-minute flyers, and mixed with half a ton of other meat, no odor that ever was in a ham could make any difference. There was never the least attention paid to what was cut up for sausage; there would come all the way back from Europe old sausage that had been rejected, and that was moldy and white – it would be dosed with borax and glycerin, and dumped into the hoppers, and made over again for home consumption.

There would be meat that had tumbled out on the floor, in the dirt and sawdust, where the workers had tramped and spit uncounted billions of consumption germs. There would be meat stored in great piles in rooms; and the water from leaky roofs would drip over it, and thousands of rats would race about on it. It was too dark in these storage places to see well, but a man could run his hand over these piles of meat and sweep off handfuls of the dried dung of rats. These rats were nuisances, and the packers would put poisoned bread out for them; they would die, and then rats, bread, and meat would go into the hoppers together. This is no fairy story and no joke; the meat would be shoveled into carts, and the man who did the shoveling would not trouble to lift out a rat even when he saw one – there were things that went into the sausage in comparison with which a poisoned rat was a tidbit.

[5]There was no place for the men to wash their hands before they ate their dinner, and so they made a practice of washing them in the water that was to be ladled into the sausage. There were the butt-ends of smoked meat, and the scraps of corned beef, and all the odds and ends of the waste of the plants, that would be dumped into old barrels in the cellar and left there. Under the system of rigid economy which the packers enforced, there were some jobs that it only paid to do once in a long time, and among these was the cleaning out of the waste barrels. Every spring they did it; and in the barrels would be dirt and rust and old nails and stale water – and cartload after cartload of it would be taken up and dumped into the hoppers with fresh meat, and sent out to the public’s breakfast. Some of it they would make into “smoked” sausage – but as the smoking took time, and was therefore expensive, they would call upon their chemistry department, and preserve it with borax and color it with gelatin to make it brown. All of their sausage came out of the same bowl, but when they came to wrap it they would stamp some of it “special,” and for this they would charge two cents more a pound.