Thursday, April 24, 2014

First Draft - Privileged




Mitch Hovan
English - 3060J
Final Essay Rough Draft
Privileged
            Most individuals while growing up hardly ever sit down and realize all that they have and be thankful, because in reality their lives could be much worse. Instead, kids and young adults analyze what they do not have, and come to desire these things to the point of it affecting their personalities for better or worse. Some use this desire as motivation to help them succeed in hopes of one day being able to obtain what they long for, while others slip into jealousy and turn away from the ones who possess what they want. Still being young myself, I cannot say when the level of maturity sets in for us to realize how blessed we are with what we are given. What I can tell you is that those that become bitter with envy can affect the ones who are looked at as privileged.
            Fortunately, and unfortunately, while growing up my family was one of the few that everyone looked upon with judgment, good and bad. The small, close-nit, farm town that I moved to and grew up in didn’t offer much, so the community and its gossip was all it really had. The town would be rated as average on its best day, so anyone with any money at all stood out like a sore thumb, and became the talk of the town. With almost all who had any money being elderly, that left me and maybe one or two other families who fell into this boat of judgment. It is not that we are “rich” by any means, more like big fish in a small pond, but we have and do things that some simply cannot afford. With that being said, most friends, classmates, and neighbors are jealous, and their opinions, which sometimes lead to actions, affected me in different ways as I grew up, and ultimately made me into the man I am today.
            I can remember hundreds of separate occasions growing up where people made comments or did things that still stick with me today based on fortune. Things that I still look back on and base decisions off of. Friends and teachers with their remarks that almost made having money sound like a bad thing. Houses getting egged and toilet papered because they were bigger than average. Rumors and crazy stories were made up for those that the town did not approve of. It is horrible to say, but some people even made it feel awkward by distancing themselves simply because they did not feel like they matched up so to speak.  I like to think though that these comments and actions directed on my family and I and even others helped me mature and be thankful for all that I was blessed with early on. I just find it sad and irritating that the reason behind it is because we were labeled as “rich” by some.
            I am fortunate enough that I have been able to travel the world and explore many different countries and what they have to offer, own an elegant car, live in a beautiful home, and buy nice things, but growing up I would have given it all up just to fit in and feel normal with my peers. Now I say that, and it sounds dramatic, but it is not entirely true. That is what goes through my head on a regular basis, more or less as a “what if” kind of scenario, but when it actually comes down to making certain decisions, I can say that I bring a little attention to myself when I get carried away in the moment and succumb to taking advantage of what is being offered. One example being when I bought my first car.
I was able to pick out the car that I wanted right before I turned sixteen, and boy did I not hold back! I chose a brand new (then 2008) fully loaded Audi TT Coupe, and even had some aftermarket work done to it. A decision that to this day haunts me because I go back and forth on what I would do if I could do it all over again, and what may have come (or not have came) from me getting a more average car. My car has brought me just as much pain as joy. Not only did my friends get extremely jealous when they themselves were driving around in old beat up cars and trucks, but even the adults in the community such as my teachers and coaches did not have anything that nice. In and after school my teachers would make snotty remarks about the car and give me a hard time based strictly off of jealousy. The same came from my peers. My old football coach even did not start me my entire freshman year because he thought that I thought I was better than everyone on the team based solely on my car. It was very hurtful, and I quickly had to learn how to try and rebuttal the comments with excuses as to how I came about the car. I ended up telling everyone that it was actually my mother’s, and I just got to drive it most of the time.
            That same basic story carries over into much more than just my car; anything nice that I have ever bought or received I have usually concocted some exaggerated or embellished story to ward off friends and peers as to how I got it, simply to avoid their idiotic commentary filled with jealousy. Opposed to just admitting that mommy and daddy bought it for me. And yes, I have been caught in a lie before, which obviously did not end well or help the cause. But it did not take me long to realize though that maybe the best solution to these dilemmas was to just turn down anything that I believed could bring jealousy, and try to be as average as possible. So that is actually what I did most of the time, and I still do today.  To this day I purposely do and do not do things, slip in unnecessary comments in conversations or withhold from saying anything at all, and act as humble as I can to give off the impression that I am no better than anyone else.
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I have gotten much better with this now that I am away at college, and most of the people I have met and that I meet are way better off than those in my home town, so the scale is much more even. But growing up having to go out of my way just to fit in and be accepted definitely shaped me in a way that is much different than what most go through. I truly believe that those that ridiculed me out of envy for having more money than them made me a stronger person, and is also the reason that I go out of my way to help people when I can.
            Despite a lot of the crap that I had to deal with before college, it was not always as negative as it may sound. A great deal of positive came from it actually. My father was a prominent figure in the community that people looked up to, and with me being his son, I got my fair share of special treatment. 
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1 comment:

  1. 1. I like the title, it is short yet effective and to the point
    2. The intro could be a bit more personal, if this was done it will naturally become more engaging
    3. The main theme is how growing up privileged in the eyes of his peer's effected him. The theme is clear
    4. Provide more examples
    5. The car example was very effective and gave me a better understanding of how tough things might have been.
    6. More examples, the reader wants to know more about your stories.
    7. The essay is organized well
    8. "I ended up telling everyone that it was actually my mother’s, and I just got to drive it most of the time" this was a strong sentence that helped me connect to the piece more.
    10. More reflection at the end would be nice
    11. No sources
    12. Still need a conclusion
    13. No visual elements, maybe add a pic of your first car for that section of the story, that would be a nice touch
    14. No
    15. What I like most about this essay is that you are very humble for growing up so privileged. I think once you add more specific examples the essay will be really strong.

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