If you could change one thing about your community, what would it be and why?
"Hey do you have paper?" she asked, "Yes." I replied while taking out a couple of sheets of paper out of my binder, "Thanks, how about a pen?" she asked, "Yes...w-wait how do you come to school without a pencil or paper, but you can wear clothes by Hollister and Abercombie & Fitch, which a pair of pants costs like eighty dollars?" I asked, "I'm not coming to school all crusty" she replied taking my pen. "Why? Why don't you care about school?" I muttered to myself.
I live in Bakersfield, California, the hottest city I have ever lived at and the dwelling that contains students that care nothing about their future except making "big money" when they grow up, but without actually thinking about how hard they'll be willing to work to get that "big money". Just recently, on September 10, there was college night at the Rabobank Arena, which is the Los Angeles Convention Center for Bakersfield, and there were tons of students. Once I got there I was like "Wow! I didn't even know there was this much students that actually wanted to go to college." As I walked around passing by each table and squeezing through people, trying to catch up to my sister, I heard a lot of people say "Where are those flag thingies?!" I decided to stand in the center of the room to find my sister; I listened to the overlapping voices, most of them in search of those "flag thingies". Then I realized that most of the students I thought came to college night, to sign up for college newsfeeds and gather more information about possible colleges they might attend next year, were just looking for pennants to collect to decorate their bedroom walls with, to take a Tumblr picture with it as the background.
There was a complete lack of interest in what the college representatives had to say. I and few others barely gathered any information, if any, because of all the other students who just asked for a pennant. I wish to show my fellow peers that there isn't just being Facebook famous and swag in Bakersfield, but there is a whole world out there that is just waiting for them to try to get there. Like most of my peers in Bakersfield, my parents never dared to go to college, my mom dropped out high school and my dad barely finished high school; they have shown me that without taking an interest in furthering my education, life is just going to be full of struggles. Every time I ask one of my peers why they're going to college they say: "My parents didn't struggle for nothing" or "My parents didn't try hard enough and they don't have much, so I'm going because I don't want my type of life for my child." I just can't find a good enough reason not to try.
"Hey do you have paper?" she asked, "Yes." I replied while taking out a couple of sheets of paper out of my binder, "Thanks, how about a pen?" she asked, "Yes...w-wait how do you come to school without a pencil or paper, but you can wear clothes by Hollister and Abercombie & Fitch, which a pair of pants costs like eighty dollars?" I asked, "I'm not coming to school all crusty" she replied taking my pen. "Why? Why don't you care about school?" I muttered to myself.
I live in Bakersfield, California, the hottest city I have ever lived at and the dwelling that contains students that care nothing about their future except making "big money" when they grow up, but without actually thinking about how hard they'll be willing to work to get that "big money". Just recently, on September 10, there was college night at the Rabobank Arena, which is the Los Angeles Convention Center for Bakersfield, and there were tons of students. Once I got there I was like "Wow! I didn't even know there was this much students that actually wanted to go to college." As I walked around passing by each table and squeezing through people, trying to catch up to my sister, I heard a lot of people say "Where are those flag thingies?!" I decided to stand in the center of the room to find my sister; I listened to the overlapping voices, most of them in search of those "flag thingies". Then I realized that most of the students I thought came to college night, to sign up for college newsfeeds and gather more information about possible colleges they might attend next year, were just looking for pennants to collect to decorate their bedroom walls with, to take a Tumblr picture with it as the background.
There was a complete lack of interest in what the college representatives had to say. I and few others barely gathered any information, if any, because of all the other students who just asked for a pennant. I wish to show my fellow peers that there isn't just being Facebook famous and swag in Bakersfield, but there is a whole world out there that is just waiting for them to try to get there. Like most of my peers in Bakersfield, my parents never dared to go to college, my mom dropped out high school and my dad barely finished high school; they have shown me that without taking an interest in furthering my education, life is just going to be full of struggles. Every time I ask one of my peers why they're going to college they say: "My parents didn't struggle for nothing" or "My parents didn't try hard enough and they don't have much, so I'm going because I don't want my type of life for my child." I just can't find a good enough reason not to try.
