abacada
Feb 1, 2014
Undergraduate / Poverty in a third world country is not kind to anyone; Background/ Central to Identity [9]
Urgent: I need a reply within 3 hours to meet my uMich deadline. Is my revision better than my original post?
I summon memories orderly, starting from my childhood. As I move along my timeline I hit upon the time when my father was unemployed for a long stretch of time for the first time. This was the time that I first experienced borderline poverty and the impression that this 'riches to rags' experience had on me was an unfavorable one. I used to have no qualms about losing tennis balls (with which I played cricket at the time) at the rate of one per day but once it became clear that my father was not going to find a job any time soon I had to become a lot more humble. I could not, however, extend my humbleness to all parts of my life. At school, especially, I started avoiding my classmates so as not to show them any hint of my insecurities. After I transferred schools because even my mother's many new jobs at private clinics could not cover the tuition required at my previous school, not only did my social isolation become even more profound, I also suffered a huge drop in my grades. Coupled with the extreme lack of leisure from which my mother suffered while trying to make ends meet, the debilitating effects of poverty in a third world country was manifest in us.
However, even a boulder could not have kept me down forever. At one point I realized that brooding over my father's unemployment would not get me results and I took control of my life. I started experimenting with my social interactions and my studies. When others would talk to me I would smile and compare its effects with those of a neutral expression. In studies, I experimented with memorization and learning by heart and found that the latter had always suited me better. I could finish in a few hours what would take a few days to memorize. While my social life has improved gradually, my grades rose drastically. I shocked my naysayer teachers by getting 8 As on my O'levels after getting lower than average marks in 9th grade, the year before. My life has been on an uphill climb ever since and even setbacks like an emigration before I started the 12th grade only motivates me to make the best use of my time.
Urgent: I need a reply within 3 hours to meet my uMich deadline. Is my revision better than my original post?
I summon memories orderly, starting from my childhood. As I move along my timeline I hit upon the time when my father was unemployed for a long stretch of time for the first time. This was the time that I first experienced borderline poverty and the impression that this 'riches to rags' experience had on me was an unfavorable one. I used to have no qualms about losing tennis balls (with which I played cricket at the time) at the rate of one per day but once it became clear that my father was not going to find a job any time soon I had to become a lot more humble. I could not, however, extend my humbleness to all parts of my life. At school, especially, I started avoiding my classmates so as not to show them any hint of my insecurities. After I transferred schools because even my mother's many new jobs at private clinics could not cover the tuition required at my previous school, not only did my social isolation become even more profound, I also suffered a huge drop in my grades. Coupled with the extreme lack of leisure from which my mother suffered while trying to make ends meet, the debilitating effects of poverty in a third world country was manifest in us.
However, even a boulder could not have kept me down forever. At one point I realized that brooding over my father's unemployment would not get me results and I took control of my life. I started experimenting with my social interactions and my studies. When others would talk to me I would smile and compare its effects with those of a neutral expression. In studies, I experimented with memorization and learning by heart and found that the latter had always suited me better. I could finish in a few hours what would take a few days to memorize. While my social life has improved gradually, my grades rose drastically. I shocked my naysayer teachers by getting 8 As on my O'levels after getting lower than average marks in 9th grade, the year before. My life has been on an uphill climb ever since and even setbacks like an emigration before I started the 12th grade only motivates me to make the best use of my time.