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Would You Ever Eat a Guinea Pig? - A college essay for Rutgers


ssc8701 4 / 8  
Nov 16, 2011   #1
Please feel free to be honest and comment. This is my first draft and i really need some help/guide to writing a well-written college essay.Thank you!

"Oh my goodness..." gasped Paul as he stared blankly and confusingly at the long wooden table.
"No, no, no, no, no. There is no way that this thing is going near my mouth" exclaimed Ashley as she sprung around panicking.

"Okay, seriously? Yea, it's true I came here to serve the Bolivian people. But, no one said anything about needing to eat guinea pigs for lunch! Alright? Are you kidding me? YUKKK" growled Grace as she walked out of the kitchen door.

"Ew...they're not even cut into pieces...Their eyes are staring right at me. Look at their claws! Do you see that? Do you? Oh my god, kill me now...I rather die, seriously" cried I in much shock and disbelief.

I held my breath and headed towards the door as I saw others walking out the kitchen door as well. There was no way in heaven and hell that I was going to eat a guinea pig. Think about it. Who would decide to grab a guinea pig that people normally see in pet shops and cook them for dinner? I was in much shock. It lied flat on the plastic plate, stiff and hairless, spreading its claws wide open across the table towards me. Yea, of course I appreciate that someone prepared us a meal to eat, but c'mon, they obviously chose the wrong menu. No? The last time I saw a guinea pig was when I went over my friend's house. From what I remember, it was furry and cute, and of course alive too! At the moment, I simply felt disgusted and left the kitchen door without thinking much about the Bolivian grandma who prepared us the meal. I left the kitchen table quietly and ate crackers that I saved from the day before. Of course, I didn't think much about this afterwards. If anything, it added to the many things I was excited to tell my friends and families back at home.

However, shortly, there was a change in my perception of guinea pigs. One evening, my missionary pastor took all of our church members to a busy market place; one of the very few market places in Bolivia. The place was filthy and crowded with people walking past one another busy getting to their individual destinations. It was packed with people buying and selling fruits, nuts, blankets and all sorts of souvenirs that caught my attention. However, as we were busy observing the place, our missionary pastor stopped us at a street corner where we noticed an old grandma pouring lemonade. Having a crooked/bent back, the grandma leaned against a pole for balance, sweating through the blazing sun that shined over her. She looked so weak and feeble; yet, she continue to pour the drinks onto each cups. When a man handed her two shiny coins I recognized a smile on her wrinkled face.. When I woke from thoughts and finally studied her face, I realized that the grandma's face looked very familiar. It took me quite a while to recapture my memory when I finally realized that it was the grandma who served us the guinea pig the other day.

It was then that my missionary pastor began explaining to all of us. The grandma over at the street corner was a disciple of my missionary pastor. She was the grandma who offered to serve us the guinea pigs the other day; the food that we were absolutely sickened by. He went on and said, "As I told all of you before, Guinea pig are a very special and a sacred food here in Bolivia. It is so sacred that children rarely get this treat even on their birthdays. But do you see her? Do you see how crippled she is? She stood there, pouring and selling those cups of lemonades in the hot sun, hoping to collect enough to serve you guys. Do you know how much those drinks are? It's probably around twenty five cents in your country. Do you know how much a guinea pig is? It's around 10 dollars, she needed to sell forty of those drink to buy just one of you a guinea pig. Can you imagine how long it took her to collect all the money to serve you guys the other day?" Immediately, I felt a cold __ run through my body. I felt shocked. & embarrassed...

My heart ached so much. I watched her. I watched her as she leaned towards the pole again, greeting those who passed by. She was crippled and old. She didn't need to do this for us. Why did she? We didn't do anything for her to deserve it. I didn't understand why she suffered so long in the streets, in the filthy streets, just to serve us. I didn't want to think of how much of those drinks she had to sell to serve twenty six one of us. And yet, we didn't even think twice and let the guinea pigs dry cold. My heart ached so much. At the moment, I felt ashamed of myself. She served us with a pure heart. She didn't do this because she needed to; she did this out of pure love and care for us. That day, I learned the true meaning of the word "serving." For all my life, I have thought I can only serve those who struggle, those who are in lower positions/conditions than I am. I realized I was wrong. Being able to serve doesn't mean serving those who are lower and more deprived than I am; true serving means being able to sacrifice and serve also those who are in greater position than I am. Serving has no limitations. It was a time that I was able to look back at myself in my past.

Bolivia changed my perception of guinea pigs. Through this, I learned true love and true serving. I learned that serving is not only meant for those who are below me but also to those who are above and greater than I am. This kind of serving is not present in the U.S. Because I was gifted to learn this kind of love and serving, I now feel the need to share it to all the people I will meet and come across in life. If someone were to ask me this question again, I have no doubt in answering it. YES, I will eat a guinea pig!
Nnennej 1 / 16  
Nov 16, 2011   #2
You did not answer the essay prompt at all. it seems like you are telling a story,which is okay,but your essay is too wordy.


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