User:Buchunglosang

My Autobiography At about nine o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, January 8th, 1993 in a little village near the stupa of Swayambhunath, in the beautiful city of Kathmandu, Nepal, I was born about 20 inches long and 7 pounds. And I was named Lobsang Tsewang.
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There were seven of us in the family when I was growing up, five boys, mother and father, I was child number five. I joint Namgyal Middle school, when I was six year old. I spent most of my childhood in hostel chasing butterflies, playing with puppies. Later my mother moved in Jampaling camp, Pokhara, which was a day far from my school. During school most of Saturday, I used to hang near gate watching others parents meeting their children.
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At the year I finish my third grade, I felt uncomfortable and willing to move back to third grade; after I noticed there was no Art    subject in forth and further on. Later, I use to learn drawing, sketch and painting myself. I think I enjoyed learning the best in seven grades because Mrs. Ngawang Dolma la would read us interesting stories. Completing middle school, I transferred to Namgyal Higher Secondary School. There I met a teacher who care and inspire me to study hard. One day I was drawing while other friends were preparing to coming exam (a week far). I took a break, after I came from bathroom to continue my drawing, somebody wrote BOLD MESSAGE on drawing. I was tremendously angry and asked my friends seating near to it but they don't any clue. Finally, that teacher came straight toward me and said smiling, "Did you get my message?" He wrote “Alert! You choose wrong direction." I accept his quote because there was no such environment that provides me skills and facilities.
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After I immigrate to US, my vision to work on Art was perk up by Mr. Jay Feigelis in Newtown High School. When I saw him first day, I didn't aspect much from him because his expression toward me was fatigued. Slowly our relation get stronger and I begun to work hard on Art again. I understand why he looks so tired and I also understand why he works so hard. He aspire to do something for students, Who work hard as he do and Who lose their hope as I did.