I was born into a poor family. My father worked in fast food, and my mother worked as a maid. Having four little brothers and three little sisters didn’t help our case. We survived, day by day, on food stamps and free school food. However, it didn’t bother me. Our family was destined to always be poor, it seemed. Most of my family were either college dropouts, or they simply never made it there. Nobody seemed to have the determination to make it to college. However, I had a certain hunger for knowledge. As I grew up with nothing, I was fine being poor. I just wanted to learn. Throughout high school, I was the top of my class. I worked day and night to get perfect grades, and when I graduated, I applied to Oxford to major in philosophy. Surprisingly,
