Why Is Someone Important To Me

When I was younger I wasn't exactly like the other kids. My appearance might have had a part to blame, as my mother had always kept my hair short - kind of like a boy. (This was before the whole pixie haircut thing was trending, when all the little girls had long straight hair, tight in cute pink ribbons) Besides my hair, I was also a very short and scrawny child. I remember the day that this kid named Cory moved to our school. He was huge, and wore all black. The only thing that didn't quite add up to his scary demeanor was perhaps his two protruding buckteeth. Worse came to worse, as he was assigned to sit next to me! That came to be the day where he would torture me non-stop. I remember how would follow me around and pick on me. He would always steal my school supplies and lie about it, to such an extent that I had to label everything including each marker from the already
After years of foster care, he was finally adopted by a family that had no other kids. I thought about how he must of felt really alone when he was at home. His feelings must have also continued at school, where he would show up to have no friends waiting outside to talk to him. School was always something that had come naturally to me, but for him it was all but easy. He struggled to read and write, while I excelled with public speaking. It was evident that his actions were only to cover up his vices, while he became my enemy. I have learned extensively - especially in Religion 35, that people are guided by their conscience. Throughout the duration of his life, his conscience must have been tainted, while he picked up poor behaviour as he had no stable examples of how to guide relationships, and to treat people with respect. Social determinisms play a large role in how people become who they are, and though this course I have become more and more grateful for how lucky my life has turned