You’d think that for a teenager (a high school senior at that) writing such a self-regarding thesis would be a piece of cake. Well, you’d be wrong! Having sat at a desk for hours upon hours, staring menacingly at a blank page and scouring through my slowly but inevitably malfunctioning brain for any tips concerning my -so far- second-rate personality was most definitely not on my schedule, but here I am. Alright, maybe “second-rate” is too harsh of a label. Pending? Would “pending” be a better fit? Self-deprecation isn’t one of my dominant traits, so you’ll be relieved to know that, yes, I am a pretty striking piece in my generation’s palette. Self-admiration, however, might be. In any case, I suppose getting on with my “story” would be best.
To state the obvious, from birth, everyone is given a unique mold and no two can ever be quite the same. …show more content…
Consider my religion and the fact that my parents had very skeptic views of anyone outside our family, and assume that I was raised under an intolerably authoritarian household. However, being second to my family’s rebel child, I was bound to pick up some sneaky habits. Forget the archetypal “staying up past your curfew” sneaky; we quite literally had to sneak out of the house in order to maintain our facade of normalcy in the eyes of the neighborhood kids.
Although, my eldest sister might argue that she didn’t really care much for what the other kids thought of us, I did. Very much so. It was bad enough that we didn’t have much to live off of financially, or that my parents hardly spoke a lick of English...we were also taunted and outcasted by our “friends” and neighbors after the attacks on 9/11. Things began to rapidly change and I found myself drifting away from what I once thought of as the “ideal American life” and began to see the roads paved for me by my parents as exemplary