In Bangkok, Thailand, I faced several prejudices mostly because I was poor. Back in my country, the families had to pay for their children’s education. So those that born into the families of doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, politician, and other high paying occupation get to go to the “fancy” school. Growing up in a family of single mom who sell insurance and second hand clothing for a living did not help me much in school. No money mean no future in Thailand. One cannot be successful in life if one does not born in a pile of money. As a kid with a dream of becoming a doctor, did not believe in that. I worked as a dishwasher and helper at the restaurant and store, respectively to pay for my education. Together with the income from my mom
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However, being in such an expensive school brought me so doubt. In that great school, almost every single student came from an affluent family. Every single day, my classmate would talk about how expensive their new shoes are or how much money their parents give them for lunch. Of course, I, who wore a worn out shoe and brought my own lunch to school, could not fit into the conversation. So, I focused on my studies and my family instead of trying to fit in. But it was not easy. The environment in the school became more hostile to me as I became a wiser student. Ranking number in my class did not only bring pride to my family, but hatred toward me. The wealthy families spent so much money on tutoring and extra classes for their children. As a result, those students thought that they were much better than the rest of the population. I bet it was hard on them to see a kid with wriggle uniform and a dirty face to stay on top of them in school. First came the dirty look, and then came the verbal attack. I never felt more excluded in my life. The sneering, the hissing, and the gossiping echoed everywhere I …show more content…
At the temple, the monk told me to look around and observe the world I lived in. Every body seemed to struggle so much. A kid with no arm sat on the street asking for food. A blind man tried to make a living by singing on the street. A sell lady got push off by people who does not want to buy her stuff. The monk told me that this is the way of life. People who were born into an indigent family like me will end up suffering the same fate. I cannot escape from it not matter how hard I tried. The thought of giving up circled around my head as I leave the temple. But then when I got home, I saw my mom fell asleep on the table covered with pile of paper. At the moment, the salty water slowly fell down on my cheek; my whole body started to feel numb; and, my thought went blank. What was the point of overwork my own mother to achieve my dream? Then my mom woke up to the sound of sobbing. I took the opportunity to sit and talk to her about school, the bullying, and the moral I learned from the temple. I asked if I could drop out and help her instead because I might not be able to reach my dream anyway. Instead of getting a hug from my mom, I got a mark of a hand on my face. The pain from that slap brought me back to reality. There was no need for word. I looked into my mom’s eyes and understood everything. My mom believed that I would grow up
However, being in such an expensive school brought me so doubt. In that great school, almost every single student came from an affluent family. Every single day, my classmate would talk about how expensive their new shoes are or how much money their parents give them for lunch. Of course, I, who wore a worn out shoe and brought my own lunch to school, could not fit into the conversation. So, I focused on my studies and my family instead of trying to fit in. But it was not easy. The environment in the school became more hostile to me as I became a wiser student. Ranking number in my class did not only bring pride to my family, but hatred toward me. The wealthy families spent so much money on tutoring and extra classes for their children. As a result, those students thought that they were much better than the rest of the population. I bet it was hard on them to see a kid with wriggle uniform and a dirty face to stay on top of them in school. First came the dirty look, and then came the verbal attack. I never felt more excluded in my life. The sneering, the hissing, and the gossiping echoed everywhere I …show more content…
At the temple, the monk told me to look around and observe the world I lived in. Every body seemed to struggle so much. A kid with no arm sat on the street asking for food. A blind man tried to make a living by singing on the street. A sell lady got push off by people who does not want to buy her stuff. The monk told me that this is the way of life. People who were born into an indigent family like me will end up suffering the same fate. I cannot escape from it not matter how hard I tried. The thought of giving up circled around my head as I leave the temple. But then when I got home, I saw my mom fell asleep on the table covered with pile of paper. At the moment, the salty water slowly fell down on my cheek; my whole body started to feel numb; and, my thought went blank. What was the point of overwork my own mother to achieve my dream? Then my mom woke up to the sound of sobbing. I took the opportunity to sit and talk to her about school, the bullying, and the moral I learned from the temple. I asked if I could drop out and help her instead because I might not be able to reach my dream anyway. Instead of getting a hug from my mom, I got a mark of a hand on my face. The pain from that slap brought me back to reality. There was no need for word. I looked into my mom’s eyes and understood everything. My mom believed that I would grow up