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the prompt was to write about a meaningful experience that helped me become the person that i am today...so i did just that
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With a death of a loved one, the coloration of life’s beauty greys. Things that mattered before become pedestrian. Memories cherished become memories that only bring about regret that we didn’t enjoy those moments more. Bullying on the other-hand creates memories that we’d wish we never had. It makes us regret to have those moments that we wished we were invisible. However, both types of memories created a person that no teacher or parent could cultivate; they created a person that lives without prejudice.
My piano teacher’s death marked the end of good times. Inspirer of my persistence in music, Every week with him, I would learn something new, whether it was as trivial as shooting a rubber band or something as essential as how to show respect to elders. Time with him was shortened however. He was diagnosed with liver cancer and died during the middle of my sophomore year.
Finding a companion to lean on became a priority over everything else; at least that’s what it felt like at the time. With such focus on my own sorrow, I only saw his loneliness and unhappiness, a flaw that would teach me that an open mind is infinitely more beneficial than closed mind. Similar to the Hutus in the Rwandan genocide, my scope only included one identity element. However, what differed was that the Hutu’s despised the Tutsis for their identity while I tried to fabricate a connection with mine. This focus ultimately led to misfortune in both situations; the Hutus massacred the Tutsis and for myself, the bully mocked me at every chance he could.
Prejudice can take many forms. It could be simply mistaking a detail based on someone’s appearance or much more menacing such as pure racism. Prejudice can even be intertwined into abstract things that we don’t realize could even become biased. The intense affliction after my piano teacher’s death narrowed my window to see the entirety of the person which allowed my weaknesses to be exposed. Time and time again while the consequences have differed from mine, history has proven that prejudice and assumptions like these merely fog up people’s interpretations of each other. The Slave Trade, Women’s rights, and the Nazi regime, all concrete examples from history, have proven prejudice can do nothing but corrupt nearly everything from country alliances to love between brothers.
I feel I have been blessed for my unfortunate experience to have given me such a powerful insight on the workings of society. However lucky that I may feel, countless many still are blinded by asserted assumptions. There are News flashes everyday about the war on terrorism, the war on sex slaves, and pretty much wars on any social injustices there are. So many wars are fought, but truly only one war need be waged; that war is the war against prejudice.
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the prompt was to write about a meaningful experience that helped me become the person that i am today...so i did just that
here's the essay
With a death of a loved one, the coloration of life’s beauty greys. Things that mattered before become pedestrian. Memories cherished become memories that only bring about regret that we didn’t enjoy those moments more. Bullying on the other-hand creates memories that we’d wish we never had. It makes us regret to have those moments that we wished we were invisible. However, both types of memories created a person that no teacher or parent could cultivate; they created a person that lives without prejudice.
My piano teacher’s death marked the end of good times. Inspirer of my persistence in music, Every week with him, I would learn something new, whether it was as trivial as shooting a rubber band or something as essential as how to show respect to elders. Time with him was shortened however. He was diagnosed with liver cancer and died during the middle of my sophomore year.
Finding a companion to lean on became a priority over everything else; at least that’s what it felt like at the time. With such focus on my own sorrow, I only saw his loneliness and unhappiness, a flaw that would teach me that an open mind is infinitely more beneficial than closed mind. Similar to the Hutus in the Rwandan genocide, my scope only included one identity element. However, what differed was that the Hutu’s despised the Tutsis for their identity while I tried to fabricate a connection with mine. This focus ultimately led to misfortune in both situations; the Hutus massacred the Tutsis and for myself, the bully mocked me at every chance he could.
Prejudice can take many forms. It could be simply mistaking a detail based on someone’s appearance or much more menacing such as pure racism. Prejudice can even be intertwined into abstract things that we don’t realize could even become biased. The intense affliction after my piano teacher’s death narrowed my window to see the entirety of the person which allowed my weaknesses to be exposed. Time and time again while the consequences have differed from mine, history has proven that prejudice and assumptions like these merely fog up people’s interpretations of each other. The Slave Trade, Women’s rights, and the Nazi regime, all concrete examples from history, have proven prejudice can do nothing but corrupt nearly everything from country alliances to love between brothers.
I feel I have been blessed for my unfortunate experience to have given me such a powerful insight on the workings of society. However lucky that I may feel, countless many still are blinded by asserted assumptions. There are News flashes everyday about the war on terrorism, the war on sex slaves, and pretty much wars on any social injustices there are. So many wars are fought, but truly only one war need be waged; that war is the war against prejudice.
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