Hi,
Can you help me check through my work? I am rather worried over the arguments, as some of them do not seem to follow the instructions of the question. Also, can you tell me if my thesis is not clear or anything is wrong, so that I can do some adjustment?
Please help me with this, I need it urgently. Thanks in advance!
When I was in primary school, I always looked at a classmate named Jesslynn with pure admiration. Her stationeries drew gaze of jealousy from all our classmates; she had her own car driver instead of travelling by school bus; her beautiful outfits outshone us all. Everybody called her "Princess", and we thought that princesses are supposedly the happiest people in the world.
'Princess' Jesslynn belongs to a group of privileged children, who were fortunately born in richer families. Their high standard of living allows them to enjoy a more comfortable life than many who come from poorer families. The richer girls may take dance, choral and art class for granted, but they have no idea that those less fortunate could only peek through the windows of the classrooms, eyes burning with admiration. The boys who are always the first to have the newest cars from 'Toys R Us' may not be able to imagine playing with paper boats like his peers from the neighbourhood usually do. The group of richer children enjoy every comfort in their life since their young age; everybody think that they are utterly happy and fortunate.
However, throughout my years at school, I have learnt that, it takes the modern 'princes' and 'princesses' a long and winding road to become the happiest people in the world. School life can be a pain for these children. At a young age, they are already put in the spotlight at the centre of the school, because of their expensive belongings or their behaviour. How could I ever forget, our discovery of Jesslynn not knowing how to mop the floor created a buzz among our classmates. The imaginative mind of young children is apt to create stories; and these stories about how Jesslynn was indulged by her parents, how spoilt she was and so forth started to float around. Poor Jesslynn could do nothing but sit alone during school breaks. Being stereotyped and rumoured is not so easy to face, especially at such a young age. The spotlight that one's background unintentionally creates can form a distinct line between the rich and the poor kids, isolating them further apart.
I remembered, once, Jesslynn asked me: "What is it about ice-cream that you all love it so much?" Her questions left me at a loss for words. How could I possibly describe to her the heavenly taste of an ice-cream, when its coolness makes your tongue go numb for a second and drives you to take another bite the next second? I had always thought that the attraction of ice-cream was a universal truth; but I was wrong, at least not for Jesslynn. Only until now do I truly realise what she meant when she asked me that question. The richer children like Jesslynn already have too much; everything a child can possibly crave is in abundance around them, so they rarely have a burning desire for something. Perhaps that is why they never crave ice-cream, the delicacy that poorer kids like us only occasionally have as a treat for our good marks. That is also probably why they could never fathom the sadness of losing a balloon when they let it fly away, the feeling so strong that it could drive the poorer kids to tears. To crave over something you rarely have, or to weep over losing something you love dearly, indeed, is the mundane happiness that a child should never miss. And for the rich children, their childhood would not be completely perfect without these moments.
Life is not a bed of roses; regardless of their background, every child would have his own world of happiness and sorrow. Sometimes, I shudder to realise that I hardly saw a smile on 'princess' Jesslynn's face; mostly she would look out to the bunch of us, from poorer families, running around excitedly and playing together. Perhaps, although being richer gave her a more comfortable life than us, it had no voice in making her happier.
Can you help me check through my work? I am rather worried over the arguments, as some of them do not seem to follow the instructions of the question. Also, can you tell me if my thesis is not clear or anything is wrong, so that I can do some adjustment?
Please help me with this, I need it urgently. Thanks in advance!
When I was in primary school, I always looked at a classmate named Jesslynn with pure admiration. Her stationeries drew gaze of jealousy from all our classmates; she had her own car driver instead of travelling by school bus; her beautiful outfits outshone us all. Everybody called her "Princess", and we thought that princesses are supposedly the happiest people in the world.
'Princess' Jesslynn belongs to a group of privileged children, who were fortunately born in richer families. Their high standard of living allows them to enjoy a more comfortable life than many who come from poorer families. The richer girls may take dance, choral and art class for granted, but they have no idea that those less fortunate could only peek through the windows of the classrooms, eyes burning with admiration. The boys who are always the first to have the newest cars from 'Toys R Us' may not be able to imagine playing with paper boats like his peers from the neighbourhood usually do. The group of richer children enjoy every comfort in their life since their young age; everybody think that they are utterly happy and fortunate.
However, throughout my years at school, I have learnt that, it takes the modern 'princes' and 'princesses' a long and winding road to become the happiest people in the world. School life can be a pain for these children. At a young age, they are already put in the spotlight at the centre of the school, because of their expensive belongings or their behaviour. How could I ever forget, our discovery of Jesslynn not knowing how to mop the floor created a buzz among our classmates. The imaginative mind of young children is apt to create stories; and these stories about how Jesslynn was indulged by her parents, how spoilt she was and so forth started to float around. Poor Jesslynn could do nothing but sit alone during school breaks. Being stereotyped and rumoured is not so easy to face, especially at such a young age. The spotlight that one's background unintentionally creates can form a distinct line between the rich and the poor kids, isolating them further apart.
I remembered, once, Jesslynn asked me: "What is it about ice-cream that you all love it so much?" Her questions left me at a loss for words. How could I possibly describe to her the heavenly taste of an ice-cream, when its coolness makes your tongue go numb for a second and drives you to take another bite the next second? I had always thought that the attraction of ice-cream was a universal truth; but I was wrong, at least not for Jesslynn. Only until now do I truly realise what she meant when she asked me that question. The richer children like Jesslynn already have too much; everything a child can possibly crave is in abundance around them, so they rarely have a burning desire for something. Perhaps that is why they never crave ice-cream, the delicacy that poorer kids like us only occasionally have as a treat for our good marks. That is also probably why they could never fathom the sadness of losing a balloon when they let it fly away, the feeling so strong that it could drive the poorer kids to tears. To crave over something you rarely have, or to weep over losing something you love dearly, indeed, is the mundane happiness that a child should never miss. And for the rich children, their childhood would not be completely perfect without these moments.
Life is not a bed of roses; regardless of their background, every child would have his own world of happiness and sorrow. Sometimes, I shudder to realise that I hardly saw a smile on 'princess' Jesslynn's face; mostly she would look out to the bunch of us, from poorer families, running around excitedly and playing together. Perhaps, although being richer gave her a more comfortable life than us, it had no voice in making her happier.
