Friday, July 19, 2019
Free Narrative Essays - I Was Poor, Not Low Class :: Example Personal Narratives
      I Was Poor, Not Low Class            Remember as a child people would tell you, "You are what you eat." When you  are fed fat, you will become fat. When fed violence, you become violent. A diet  of anger will make you hate. Hunger will make you hungrier, or so it would seem.  I think it is ironic that we teach children at a young age to judge people by  means other than the content of their character. Then, we expect children to be  honest and loving after being labeled by how others view them. After all, how  many people, besides your closest friends and family, can walk into your room  and point to items that give a reflection of who you really are? The thought of  being that shallow and simple is unthinkable for most of the human species.  Instead of being labeled by the world as it sees me, I plan to introduce myself  to the world for who I really am.            I have eaten from the plate of materialism, only to find that it tasted foul  in my mouth. I bought the high-end stereo and the large television. I soon  realized these possessions made me feel guilty because I was ignoring my  upbringing. I was betraying all of the feelings that I felt as a child in a poor  family. Now, my walls are bare because I do not like to surround myself with  propaganda. The same propaganda advertisers flaunted in front of me while I was  growing up in a lower income family, not lower class. The notion that the  country's population is separated into classes by wealth, with the least wealthy  deemed the lower class, is repulsive to me. I refuse to conform to the typical  American consumer stereotype who needs material possessions to feel validated,  ever again.            My dorm room is highlighted by a loft I built myself. The loft was not  purchased from a hardware store or from a designer catalog. I used my carpentry  knowledge and my own two hands to carefully construct the perfect loft. The loft  does not symbolize convenience or organization as most may think. It is a symbol  of my incredible independence, even to a fault.  					    
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