After School
Ambition
Summary: Walks To School As A Child 2005
I chose * as my major to simply become rich. As you said in
the first class this is a means to get to know your students better and I
am about to give you a glimpse of me whether you want to read any
further or not. Having only seen a few hierarchies of power, one thing
remains true; the richer you are, the easier things get. Starting my
childhood in * I grew up to see the poorer side of life. I was born into
a culture of bamboo huts and barefoot treks to farms in the outskirts
of * to metal roofed shanties that we called home near the heart of the
capital and everything else in between. My school was perched up top a
huge hill overlooking the city like a private well-accredited beautiful
eagle that overlooked the impoverished ants below. I had noticed a
sudden change of living as a little boy walking to school. It was
sardine living for about eight blocks where my closest neighbors were
shouting distance away but once I got past the immense stairs that
reached four stories up into the hill it was a complete sanctuary. There
were jet-black paved streets that winded as if it were from the New
England region with lush plant life, the trees seemed taller at the time
being only a few years old but they were gigantic. A few more winds of
the road that seemed to be built in a middle of a nature preserve and a
clearing emerges to shine light at the biggest K-12 I had ever seen. As I
walked closer to the schools I could remember the children and
adolescents that were dropped off by their guardians or by the tricycle
taxis that went pennies per mile as their fare. The cars seemed to
glisten beautifully against the sun as they glided down the jet-black
pavement with a smooth yet sudden stop to drop their passengers off and
then move out as if not to offend the natural beauty it was intruding.
The tricycles were noisily hear about a half-mile before their stop and
were colorfully painted as loudly as their engines to better attract the
eyes of their future passengers. After school, the silent walk back to
my reality had made my wind wander at the conditions these people lived
in. Those few memories of walking to school and back forever burned into
my brain the simple fact that I was poor not just poor in American
standards but in terms of abject poverty and thus began my appetite to
become rich. This was a walk that I want none of my children to ever
have to experience. It is a drive that can easily corrupt anyone. As
they say “money is the root of all evil” and it is a delicate burden and
duty to uphold. To be financially secure but at the same time not let
the money get to your head. I would not want to face the possibility of
my children being a corrupt child and set them off into the world.
