Be Brutal Take Two
Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:39 pm
I really appreciate all the advice from the first couple of drafts. I did a rewrite and want to know if this direction makes my statement stronger. A few concerns I have before I get going:
I'm worried it's too personal and not academically or law focused. I can't think of a way with the current format to insert it without it seeming forced, so I would love any advice on this. Basically, yeah, be merciless and help me make this as good as I can.
Edit: Noticed some awkward phrasing, especially in the second paragraph. Fixing it later after I look at it with fresher eyes.
I woke up with a groan. I was not built to sleep on a hardwood floor, and my back suffered for it. I was at my friend’s house for the fourth night in a row, and I could tell I was beginning to overstay my welcome. There wasn’t much I could do about it though, since my mother had kicked me out yet again after an argument about loud music or apple juice or some other piece of nonsense. My friends always stepped up to help, but that didn’t change the fact that I was sleeping in an unfamiliar place, on a hardwood floor and away from home.
I had been through a lot as a kid, and for almost all of it I blamed my mother. When I was younger I would go to school hiding bruises from being hit by her on a regular basis. When she couldn’t get away with hitting me anymore because I had grown to be bigger than her, she would kick me out of the house whenever there was a disagreement. I would end up walking down the mountain on a loose gravel road to the nearest country store to call one of my friends to come and pick me up to crash at their place. They hated the drive on the windy roads, but they always came.
I could never understand at the time why she would treat her own son like that. In hindsight, I understand her behavior a bit more. She had lost my brother when I was just a baby to a drunk driver. Shortly after that, my father abandoned the family in the middle of the night and was never seen by any of us ever again. My other brother spent most of his youth in juvenile hall, and when he grew up he spent most of his time in prison. To top it all off, we were on welfare and spent our Saturdays going to the Food Pantry so we would have something to eat for the next week. She had a rough time, and as the youngest and the only child left in the house, she often took it out on me.
It left me very angry. I wanted to go to college, not because I wanted an education, but just because I wanted to get out of that town and away from her. I skated by on my innate ability, which resulted in me getting a decent SAT score and a good GPA, and with that I left my small town for Richmond, Virginia.
When I left, I stopped talking to my family pretty much altogether. I held onto my anger and it began to cloud everything I did. I let my past have control over my present. My first year in college was a wake-up call that I didn’t answer. I did not try, and as a result I did not do well. After the year was over, I wasn’t able to get any funding to continue my education, so I started working minimum wage jobs to make ends meet. That state of affairs lasted five years. One day, I was standing at my job as a cashier at a pizza place, looking around at the people that had been at that job for ten, fifteen years still making less than ten bucks an hour, working long hours just to pay the bills, and their entire livelihood hanging by the whims of a tempermental manager, when it dawned on me. I knew my potential was more than that pizza place. I knew that my future didn’t involve the phrase “Thank you for calling Bottom’s Up”. I knew that I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and start working toward something.
From that day on I worked hard with the goal of getting back into school and getting my education. It wasn’t easy, and I worked two forty hour a week jobs to pay off my previous loans, but I did it. When I got back into school, I tackled it with a tenacity that I never knew I possessed. I juggled school and a full time job, and I often was walking around on two hours of sleep and in a state of near exhaustion. I wasn’t going to let something small like fatigue keep me from reaching the goal I had in mind, though. I had always had the natural ability in academics, but now I had the drive to go along with that ability, and as a result I excelled.
My transformation was not just limited to scholastics. I called my mother. We had been in sporadic contact over the years, but it was always tense and normally ended in shouting. This time it was different. I talked to her about the past. She didn’t want to admit any of the things that happened back then, and she still doesn’t, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I forgive her and I’ve put the anger from my past behind me. I don’t let it control me like I did for so many years. Instead it fuels me. It’s a constant reminder of a life I don’t want for myself or my future children. My attitude toward life and the challenges I faced getting to where I am today have made me strong. I know that there is no barrier life can place in front of me that I am incapable of overcoming. My past is not one I would wish on anyone else, but it is one that today, happy with where I am and where I am headed, I’m glad I had, because those obstacles made me the man I am today.
I'm worried it's too personal and not academically or law focused. I can't think of a way with the current format to insert it without it seeming forced, so I would love any advice on this. Basically, yeah, be merciless and help me make this as good as I can.
Edit: Noticed some awkward phrasing, especially in the second paragraph. Fixing it later after I look at it with fresher eyes.
I woke up with a groan. I was not built to sleep on a hardwood floor, and my back suffered for it. I was at my friend’s house for the fourth night in a row, and I could tell I was beginning to overstay my welcome. There wasn’t much I could do about it though, since my mother had kicked me out yet again after an argument about loud music or apple juice or some other piece of nonsense. My friends always stepped up to help, but that didn’t change the fact that I was sleeping in an unfamiliar place, on a hardwood floor and away from home.
I had been through a lot as a kid, and for almost all of it I blamed my mother. When I was younger I would go to school hiding bruises from being hit by her on a regular basis. When she couldn’t get away with hitting me anymore because I had grown to be bigger than her, she would kick me out of the house whenever there was a disagreement. I would end up walking down the mountain on a loose gravel road to the nearest country store to call one of my friends to come and pick me up to crash at their place. They hated the drive on the windy roads, but they always came.
I could never understand at the time why she would treat her own son like that. In hindsight, I understand her behavior a bit more. She had lost my brother when I was just a baby to a drunk driver. Shortly after that, my father abandoned the family in the middle of the night and was never seen by any of us ever again. My other brother spent most of his youth in juvenile hall, and when he grew up he spent most of his time in prison. To top it all off, we were on welfare and spent our Saturdays going to the Food Pantry so we would have something to eat for the next week. She had a rough time, and as the youngest and the only child left in the house, she often took it out on me.
It left me very angry. I wanted to go to college, not because I wanted an education, but just because I wanted to get out of that town and away from her. I skated by on my innate ability, which resulted in me getting a decent SAT score and a good GPA, and with that I left my small town for Richmond, Virginia.
When I left, I stopped talking to my family pretty much altogether. I held onto my anger and it began to cloud everything I did. I let my past have control over my present. My first year in college was a wake-up call that I didn’t answer. I did not try, and as a result I did not do well. After the year was over, I wasn’t able to get any funding to continue my education, so I started working minimum wage jobs to make ends meet. That state of affairs lasted five years. One day, I was standing at my job as a cashier at a pizza place, looking around at the people that had been at that job for ten, fifteen years still making less than ten bucks an hour, working long hours just to pay the bills, and their entire livelihood hanging by the whims of a tempermental manager, when it dawned on me. I knew my potential was more than that pizza place. I knew that my future didn’t involve the phrase “Thank you for calling Bottom’s Up”. I knew that I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and start working toward something.
From that day on I worked hard with the goal of getting back into school and getting my education. It wasn’t easy, and I worked two forty hour a week jobs to pay off my previous loans, but I did it. When I got back into school, I tackled it with a tenacity that I never knew I possessed. I juggled school and a full time job, and I often was walking around on two hours of sleep and in a state of near exhaustion. I wasn’t going to let something small like fatigue keep me from reaching the goal I had in mind, though. I had always had the natural ability in academics, but now I had the drive to go along with that ability, and as a result I excelled.
My transformation was not just limited to scholastics. I called my mother. We had been in sporadic contact over the years, but it was always tense and normally ended in shouting. This time it was different. I talked to her about the past. She didn’t want to admit any of the things that happened back then, and she still doesn’t, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I forgive her and I’ve put the anger from my past behind me. I don’t let it control me like I did for so many years. Instead it fuels me. It’s a constant reminder of a life I don’t want for myself or my future children. My attitude toward life and the challenges I faced getting to where I am today have made me strong. I know that there is no barrier life can place in front of me that I am incapable of overcoming. My past is not one I would wish on anyone else, but it is one that today, happy with where I am and where I am headed, I’m glad I had, because those obstacles made me the man I am today.