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Everyone belongs to many different communities and or groups defined by sure geography religion ethnicity income cuisine interest rates ideology or intellectual heritage. Choose one of the following communities to which you belong and describe the community and your place within it.
She worked constantly until she had children. He still works every day of the year, including the holidays. Yet, they barely make enough to care for me and my sister. My parents came here three decades ago and they're still asking themselves, "this is the American Dream?" They are the lower class and as a result, I am part of it.
Unlike my parents, I love the lower class and I can tell you why. Call me the underdog, the wild card, or nickname me "Stryver" from A Tale of Two Cities. It's all true. The lower class are the ones who have to try harder, have to become better, have to achieve and maintain their new status; we see the most opportunities and promises lying ahead.
And I like that. I love that. Sometimes, it's hard to tell me apart from my friend whose father makes my family's rent money in a day. We dress similarly, skinny jeans and flannel shirts. But on the inside, I'm more mature. I'm the one helping him with homework. I'm the one that passes to him so he can score. Sometimes, he loses a bet and I get free lunch! But the fact that he can so nonchalantly swipe his credit card for my Big Mac and soda envies me. I wished I could do that.
And that envy invigorates the lower class...bubbling and boiling beneath our skin. Th envy becomes a determined engine roaring full steam ahead. Destination: nice house, great job, success. Sometimes, one of us hits gold; others are content with just silver or bronze. And when we do, we don't forget our origins. The lower class isn't something you forget. It's a lifestyle and as horrible as that sounds, the lessons you learn are invaluable. And the rewards are unforgettable.
Everyone belongs to many different communities and or groups defined by sure geography religion ethnicity income cuisine interest rates ideology or intellectual heritage. Choose one of the following communities to which you belong and describe the community and your place within it.
She worked constantly until she had children. He still works every day of the year, including the holidays. Yet, they barely make enough to care for me and my sister. My parents came here three decades ago and they're still asking themselves, "this is the American Dream?" They are the lower class and as a result, I am part of it.
Unlike my parents, I love the lower class and I can tell you why. Call me the underdog, the wild card, or nickname me "Stryver" from A Tale of Two Cities. It's all true. The lower class are the ones who have to try harder, have to become better, have to achieve and maintain their new status; we see the most opportunities and promises lying ahead.
And I like that. I love that. Sometimes, it's hard to tell me apart from my friend whose father makes my family's rent money in a day. We dress similarly, skinny jeans and flannel shirts. But on the inside, I'm more mature. I'm the one helping him with homework. I'm the one that passes to him so he can score. Sometimes, he loses a bet and I get free lunch! But the fact that he can so nonchalantly swipe his credit card for my Big Mac and soda envies me. I wished I could do that.
And that envy invigorates the lower class...bubbling and boiling beneath our skin. Th envy becomes a determined engine roaring full steam ahead. Destination: nice house, great job, success. Sometimes, one of us hits gold; others are content with just silver or bronze. And when we do, we don't forget our origins. The lower class isn't something you forget. It's a lifestyle and as horrible as that sounds, the lessons you learn are invaluable. And the rewards are unforgettable.
