You have no idea, professor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Response to a comment made by a professor: I summarize difficulties I experienced in my life and those I continue to encounter.

Submitted: December 06, 2011

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I don't have a family who loves me. It's been just me since I was 17. I had to find funds at every opportunity I could, you wouldn't understand if I tried to tell you. I don't celebrate the way you do. You have gifts and food prepared by those who aren't paid by the hour. You wonder why I am the way I am, but it's a story of great length. You laugh that I speak to the homeless men around the neighborhood, you tell me that I don't have to do that, to prove..this or that. Yeah, about that, it's not being a good guy, I consider them friends of mine. They knew me when I was the homeless undergrad. Wait, but you don't know about that. I'm just another "privileged" guy attending your university. You make analogies to literature about us students nowadays, and our cars and apartments paid by family. I'm like the one who cries, literally sheds tears in student accounts each semester to be able to get that degree paid by any bleeding soul alum out there who gives a damn. You didn't understand why I was so impressed by the wheels you own. Well, ok, it's just a car to you, but my driver is a public servant, he drives from city x to this area several times a day, he's sometimes late, sometimes just drives past me, and the bus actually belongs to all of us, not me. I don't own much. But yeah, I nod and agree with your stories, our conversations about "life." It's just your life and seems like that of so many around me. It's a dream, a fantasy for me. I'm much lower than you on that economic ladder. Your mom gave  birth to you in a loving home, with dad and each had a fancy degree and shiny cars times like 5.Now you're a prof giving that cycle a take 2. My mom was younger than I presently am. The reason I'm such a people person is because she would talk to all types of men outside of 7-11; I'm so cultured because they were older and from all parts of the world. One was old enough to be her dad. He was from India, a small village that he was considered wealthy in. I broke his hand when I was 9; you always wondered why I used to volunteer in that emergency department. I hope if you ever found out you wouldn't see me any different. 


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