When you ask someone why they belong, the question can really throw them off. Right now I’m trying to answer this question, but to no avail. When I ask myself if I belong, I can’t really find any words to say. What would I say? I could come up with the typical “I belong because I’m a good student” or “I belong because I was meant to be here” but I like a little more feeling in my writing. But this question is something I really don’t think I can answer. I’m having a hard time trying to find a thing to belong to. Well, I’m sitting in a computer lab, let’s see what comes to mind here. I belong here because I was assigned here, not because I want to be here. Still I find myself wanting to write for some odd reason. Maybe that’s why I belong here. Or could it be because I wanted to be in PEOPLE in the first place. Maybe I owe it to myself to capitalize on this pre-college opportunity. This could be the reason I get in to college and I’m glad I got the opportunity to be here. I feel I belong in this college because I dedicated myself to PEOPLE and getting in to UW. I truly believe I can make something of myself if I can get a degree from here. Sitting at this computer is the first step to this golden achievement.
I’m beginning to realize that this program is no joke. If I finish this, they will help pay my tuition. My Tuition! That is a lot of money, a lot of money that I don’t have. I can’t think of a better reason to belong at this college if I pass this program. After all, it was specifically designed for me, a minority student with limited assets. Why shouldn’t I be able to pass this program? All I need to do is keep my grades up. I can do that, sure no problem, but sometimes I lose focus at school and forget about the opportunity of PEOPLE. I just need to stay motivated, and I know I can do that. PEOPLE couldn’t be any more motivating. Anyone who passes up this chance has got to be crazy.
I’m looking around at the lab again and at my fellow PEOPLE students. This raise the main question again: Do they belong here? Most of them wanted to be here, why do they complain about the little inconveniences that they have to put up with? They all complain about class and these mandatory workshops. Do they even realize they magnitude of opportunity that they have been offered, just for a little extra work and commitment. Do they belong here? I’m starting to think they really don’t. So many other kids will never have this chance and will suffer because of it. They are the lucky ones, I am grateful to be part of the lucky ones. I will make the best of this chance. I just hope that they do too.
This boring lab is getting old. I find that the only thing keeping me company is they sweet sound of my music. I honestly don’t think I could live without it. It has become a key point in my day, mostly because it is usually always on. I belong to my music. I can’t imagine a world without music. It would be such a dull and bland place. It would be like a sunset without color. I thought about what my days would be like without my iPod. It is one of my most cherished possessions. I would be ashamed of myself if anything happened to it. It has helped me through a lot of tough times. When I listen to it, I enter another world. I fully immerse myself in the music. Even right now as I listen to the music, it helps my writing. The words just flow on to the screen. Whoa. I just lost about a minute and a half of my time. I can easily get distracted off something if I really don’t want to do it. I was messing with the CD drive on my computer.
All distractions aside, I must get this paper done. That is why I belong in this lab in the first place. As I look at my word count and see it steadily going up, it pushes me to finish this. At the same time I think of my teacher and how he would react if I didn’t have anything to turn into him as a final project. I guess all I need to achieve a goal is just that little bit of motivation. And I have that motivation finish college.
At this last paragraph of writing I feel a bit of accomplishment. Not that accomplishment that I got I done, but that this writing is…… unique. I think this is a little different from any other type of writhing I’ve done before. I like it because it feels a bit more personal. I guess you could say that I like being different. I like not blending in to the bland dull crowd that society is today. I like not belonging. If you stick with the crowd in life, that’s exactly what you’ll end up being, a crowd to the accomplished. Only the people who strive to break the barrier of the typical person will become something entirely more……… The Different. That is what I am going to be in this world, Different. It is the only way to be heard and achieve your dreams. Don’t let the crowd hold you back. So now I’ll leave you with tat bit of advice. Listen if you want, or just be another grain of sand in the desert. Either way I’ll be a diamond.
