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us when I was 4 years old, leaving my mother to nurture 5 kids by herself. I was the third of the five kids having 2 older brothers, who would have a big influence on my view of what society is like. I was taught to be prejudice toward black people and as equally prejudice of wealthy ones. I never understood why, I was told that's just the way it is. I was told not to have anything to do with black people; I wasn't even allowed to talk to them unless it was some kind of insult or something. I felt deep down inside this wasn't right and I didn't want to live my life like this, but I was subjected to a lot of peer pressure so I had to fake the role for fear of ramification (kids can be very cruel if you don't along with them).
As soon as I graduated from high school, I joined the United States Marine Corps and left home vowing never to return. As it turned out that was one of the smartest things, I ever did for myself. A little over a year after I joined, my three best friends ended up in jail. They robbed a bank in a nearby state. To this day I am confident that I would have been right in the middle of it had I stated home. Instead of writing this paper, I would have been contemplating what my life would have been like, if I had went into the Marine Corps, instead of robbing a bank. The real irony is that my best friend "D" (I don't want to use his real name) was suppose to join the Marines with me on the buddy program, that was one of my main motivators, I wasn't going to go this alone. Well "D" backed out on me at the end and really made me furious (that's the mildest way I can put it). There was nothing I could do I all ready signed a contract to enlist. As immoral as this may sound sometimes I am glad he went to jail, sort of a payback for backing out on me. I have only seen "D" once in the past thirty years and that was a sad moment, he looked deplorable. You could see it written all over him, he had a tough way to go. I'm sure he wishes that he had joined as well. One way I felt sorry for him in another it was like, see what you get for double crossing me( I know I should exonerated him but to this day I haven't).
Now that you have a little back ground on me let me continue with this subject of the essay America. As I took a very pessimistic outlook on this paper, I wanted to write my own essay disputing everything this author had to say. However, I remembered something I read a while back in a book about reading and writing titled The Scott Freshman
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