"Discuss some issue of personal, local, national, or international concern and its importance to you."
I've written two paragraphs for it thus far, and I'm just wondering if I'm on the right track so far. I have found it extremely difficult to come up with anything to write about, for any of the prompts, so I hope this is at least decent.
I hate capitalism. I really, really do. In fact, as socially unacceptable as it is to say this, I completely prefer socialism to it. Oh my God, right? If you, my college essay reader, are anything like the vast majority of Americans, the word "socialism" probably strikes fear into your heart and fills your mind with images of dirty Soviets or even dirtier hippies, but I can assure you that I am neither of these things. To be honest, I feel hesitant to even call myself a socialist. I don't plan on voting for any third-party socialist candidates once I turn eighteen, I don't go to anti-capitalism protests (although I probably would if I could handle crowds), and I haven't read The Communist Manifesto. I guess you could call me a casual fan of socialism. I believe that our current capitalist economic system is inherently unfair, and while it thankfully has not particularly affected me personally, I have, all throughout my life, seen it affect many of the people around me.
After attending preschool and prekindergarten with children whose families were about the same, socioeconomically, as my own, I was very confused when I began elementary school and was exposed to poverty for the first time. To be frank, the vast majority of students in my elementary school were poor. Like, really poor. Most of their parents were non-English speakers who worked difficult, low-paying jobs for long hours. Some of them weren't even able to make enough money to pay the rent for the small apartments (located within walking distance of the school, of course, because none of them could afford cars) in which they lived, so they had to live with other family members. Some of them had as many as eight or nine people, living in small, three room apartments. When I finally became old enough to comprehend why they lived in such meager housing and always wore hand-me-downs and never brought their own lunch, it did not seem fair to me that my father had an easier job with shorter hours, but still made more money than both of their parents combined. And you know what? It still doesn't.
I'm planning on writing the next paragraph about my grandmother, who lives in a town that was taken over by a Walmart, and the one after that about a few of my cousins who are relevant to this in a variety of ways, that I don't really want to write out right now because I'm really tired. I'm hoping that what I've written thus far constitutes me showing my subject's "importance to [me]", because that is usually where I struggle, but if I'm doing it wrong, please, please, please tell me what I can do to correct it. Thank you very much.
Sam Del Giudice