Dear Diary,
Today I have given a lot of thought to those less fortunate than me. I know that I am middle class and have many things handed to me. I am grateful for all the sports my parents put me into such as basketball, soccer, swimming, and tennis. I realize how lucky I am to thrive in these and use them as an exercise and social outlet. Yet, I wonder about the poor people and racial minorities sometimes. We don't have many African Americans at our school and I often hear about the inner city schools and Independence schools being riddled with deliquents and crime. That children are allowed to stay out after hours and do what they want to. I sometimes wish my parents were like this instead of being so strict. This is probably just me being racist due to my town's upbringing, but it sometimes frustrates me that I can't do anything about it. It seems, because I am white and middle class, I have a privilege and a sense of entitlement. On the other hand, the poorer class and minorities seem to have a sense of constraint and don't always graduate high school, which I know is necessary in this life. I graduated last week and am going to Mizzou this fall. I'm nervous, excited, and grateful. I look on Facebook at my friends sometimes and worry about those less fortunate than me that do not have this oppurtunity.
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