Editing. My Life!-Draft 3 Final and Completly Revised-Hadassah McGill

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Hadassah McGill Mrs. Thomas

English 1103-010

20 Feb. 2013

I was honestly not sure what to convey in this piece. I wasn’t sure what approach I should takein writing about my life. I didn’t want it to be preachy, but I didn’t want it to be boring either. I wanted my essay to captivate my reader as much as the Hunger Games movie or Harry Potter movies would captivate interested viewers. My title is a silly depiction of my dream job (that is, inthe event that I am not famous for any of my other skills by the time I am 30), which is editing. I could’ve done a much better job in conveying how events of my life helped to shape my life but I really had a hard time with writing this piece. Please take it for what it is worth. I hope youreceive some form of enjoyment from it. Thank you for reading!!

Editing. My, Life!- Draft 3

I was given choices when I was born into this world, which is not what many of

my ancestors have the privilege of saying. The choices I make will strongly shape the

events of my life. I can choose whether I am going to go to school and learn a trade

along with general education and be a successful business person. I can choose to live

the life of “The Godfather” or the head of the Cosa Nostra (or the mistress

Goomah/Goomar in my case, since I am a female). I can choose to be someone’s

parent while I am still struggling to raise even myself at a young age while still in school.

Hell, I can even choose to be Godzilla and make my life into a scary fantasy. But the

point is I still have to make a choice. For me, the choice has been narrowed down. I am

either going to become famous for being a quadruple threat (singing, acting, dancing,

AND writing…yes, I’m that talented!), or I’ll just be content with my dream of becoming

an editor for some widely recognized publishing company. I am certain my dreams will

lead me in a more positive direction than the aforementioned dreams of being the

Godfather or a baby mama, but to even come close, I need an education. So, I chose to



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chase my dreams through first learning how to read and write. Nevertheless, it is my

cultural background, religious teachings, and strangely entertaining upbringing that have

bolstered my insatiable need to read and in turn, project my ideas on others and correct

everything I lay eyes on, ultimately creating a passion for editing.

Growing up, I learned from the beginning that I was, well, different . Different from

my siblings (by way of mannerisms, behavior, personality, and skill traits), different from

my peers (by way of skin color, level of intelligence, interests, and skill set), different

from most of the girls around me (by way of appearance, friendliness, popularity, the

attention I received from the male companions, and skill abilities). I was categorized as

different in more ways than one, and even though I felt just like everyone else, for the

most part I could tell I was different as well. For one thing, I had no problem getting my

foot in the door because I was considered slightly attractive and I spoke up a lot and

demanded a lot of attention. The ratio of black to white in my classroom setting was

always 1:25 and so I gained a competitive edge that could not be misconstrued. I

wanted to be the best at whatever the best was and it was this competitive nature that

sparked my interest in knowledge and education.

Coming from a background of no money, no rights, no contacts or relations to get

my foot in the door... People of color didn’t always have an easy time “coming-up” as

the old folks in the south would say to describe the symbolized status of wealth that was

seemingly gained easier by Caucasian folks. My African-American decent automatically

put me between a rock and a hard place because times have been simply tougher on

my race since the beginning of time. Wealth wasn’t just going to be handed to me,



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opportunities weren’t just going to be knocking at my door , and educational

advancements weren’t going to be lurking on every street corner . Every single day I

have to fight for what I want. I have to bite, scratch, scrape and kill (metaphorically

speaking, of course) if I ever stand a chance against anyone who has the same desires

as me, the same dreams as me and the same aspirations as me, but, a different skin

color than me. I have to challenge myself to become better than my adversary: myself .

This means that I have to study a day longer, read a little faster, sing a little louder, work

a lot harder, strive to achieve greater.

I quickly learned that being an African-American woman means more than just

the surface difficulties or the challenges I face because of my skin color and my sex. It

also means that people are watching more intently and more intimately to see if I mess

up. One wrong decision, one bad step “out of line”, or avoiding what is supposed to be

the “black man’s fate” (imprisonment, death row, ultimate doom), would have my life

going downhill quicker than sinking in quick sand. I chose to stay in line and follow a

path that will lead me to success. I chose to read and reading was my way out. In my

younger years, that even meant reading the Bible.

My family has emphasized the importance of faith and being successful. My

parents, grandparents, and practically every African-American sage older than me

taught me a metaphor for choosing to live a righteous or unrighteous life. They would

say, “you can either live in this world, or you can live of this world… the choice is yours.”

This was a decision that determined whether or not one’s actions were pleasing to the

Lord. Back in the Biblical days, the metaphor to live “of this world” meant that one was



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living an evil life that would ultimately cause s/he to live in Hell amongst other demons

who failed to live for the Lord. Living “in this world,” however, meant that you walked in

line with God’s teachings and lived a pure life resulting in one’s soul living on eternally

with the Angels in Heaven.

In a modern sense, these terms take on different meanings. I came to

understand that being of this world means that one is trapped with habits that were not

going to help them to succeed and accomplish whatever God placed them on Earth to

accomplish. In layman’s terms, being “of this world” means being involved with things

like drugs, gangs, violence, sex, theft and disrespect. In other words, was I going to “run

wild in the streets and be consumed by the wicked ways of the world?” Living simply “in

this world” means remaining pure and respectful and keeping in mind that one’s body is

the Lord’s temple. In other words, was I going to study the word of God, live the pure life

that God intended, and be all that He put me on this earth to be?

I chose to simply live “in this world,” because I don’t want to allow someone or

something else to take over my life and my dreams. That would defeat the entire

purpose of my ancestors fighting for my freedom many years ago. I cannot afford living

up to my worst nightmares, having my life taken away from me by any means; that

included being caged in a jail cell or having some drug lord dictate my every action and

ultimately my future, whether I lived or died. I didn’t want to make the same ruthless

mistakes as many of my predecessors. No. Not I . That is not going to be my life!

Education is my only outlet. And so with that I took to reading, which, unlike many in my

position, I found most interesting.



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It comes as no surprise that the first books I ever read and that were first read to

me were children’s Bible stories. “David and Goliath” seemed to be the more dominant

of my memories. I was intrigued with how well this tiny young man of God was able to

defeat this ginormous giant-like creature, which represented all things evil, with simply a

slingshot and a rock . How bizarre is that ? I would like to know who has that much

strength. Not even Hercules could defeat any of his enemies with a miniscule rock. But I

guess that’s why I was so engrossed. I even loved all the stories of Noah’s Ark and how

the animals and one set of humans came two by two, one male one female of every

creature, to gather on this boat. The idea was that God was going to wash away all the

destruction and the evils of the world and start all over again by allowing the members

of the boat to procreate and create a new world free of sin and get rid of people who

grew accustomed to living “of this world”. I often wondered if God was going to make it

flood on Earth to get rid of the many terrible influences still here today. I quickly learned

that every time I see a rainbow it is God’s promise that he would never flood the Earth

again. Too bad, I thought, for those habitual sinners. Now they would just have to die

and rot in Hell for all eternity . It was because of these Bible stories that I developed an

interest in learning more. I was strangely enthralled and captivated. It wasn’t until

Hooked on Phonics that I truly learned how much I loved reading about every other

subject in addition to religion. Hooked on Phonics taught me how to take my time and

sound out words and spell things with individual letters that would eventually form words

and sentences.

I wanted badly to venture out and explore this new talent that I was being faced

with and challenge myself to the best of the best in all that I did. I picked up the oddest



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things to read, it didn’t even matter to me because all I wanted to do was show off the

fact that I could read. And show off was exactly what I did. I read everything,

everywhere, in the smallest of areas with the biggest voice I could establish. The world

is full of possibilities, that, I knew for sure. I attempted to read the smallest of things in

the smallest of forms, from the L’Oreal shampoo bottles instructions, when I wasn’t

screaming from getting my hair washed, to the Ramen noodle directions, when I was

nosey trying to figure out what hidden surprises laid in the pantry for me, to The Lord’s

Prayer written on a clock set shaped like praying hands that I recited almost every night

before I went to bed.

I slowly began to explore many new ways of reading. I even began listening to a

lot of books on tape and on television, but the most interesting way I learned to read

was simply by listening to my mother’s voice. My mother was a singer. She sang a lot

and she sang all the time. She would sing a book as she read it to me. I had never

heard this before. It was the most interesting skill I could’ve picked up from her. She

loved to sing and I loved to hear her sing because she didn’t have a raspy, irritating

voice. She had a beautiful, melodic, and mellow singing voice which made story time all

the more exciting. I loved to mimic my mother’s skill and eventually I became good at it

and started to sing my own stories. I would show off this newfound skill to my siblings

and cousins and to my dad as he taught us girls how to defend ourselves with some

basic kicks and punches. Everyone was captivated in how beautiful my voice was that

they barely paid attention to my reading… But I knew that they believed I read well for

my age because I would always get rewards from my teachers in school.



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When I was in Elementary school, I was even placed in the Accelerated Reader

Program or AR. These avid readers were able to be pulled out of class to participate in

a fun reading club. I loved it and all the attention that it carried from my peers. Sooner or

later, reading became my favorite thing to do. Every time there was something that the

teacher or Sunday school preacher needed help reading I would always squirm around

in my chair and produce the biggest ruckus so that there was no mistaking my

existence. I hooped and I hollered and I pouted when I wasn’t chosen and then after a

while my manipulative methods worked. More and more I was being called on by

instructors to read this word, this sentence, this paragraph, this page, this chapter and

eventually, this book to the class. As appreciative and excited I was that I had gained a

knowledge and education that my race was not initially afforded, I slowly became

annoying in the manner that I wanted to correct people often to make sure that they

knew that I knew that they were just wrong. My teachers and parents thought that it

would be better to channel my snappy intelligence in a more positive direction and so

editing became the path that I explored.

Each sign of growth in my education, each choice I have made, and each

positive influence that surrounds my life have been a huge factor in my literary

experiences ultimately prompting me for success in the field of editing. Had it not been

for my cultural disadvantages, my religious teachings, and my musical interests, I would

have never been so eager to try to venture out and explore the endless possibilities of

success that awaited an intelligent, African-American, woman like myself. I guess my

being different set me up for an opportunity to choose the path that would allow my

dreams of becoming an editor to be one step closer to coming true! I now understand



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the significance of a rainbow appearing after a long period of rain, because my learning

to read is demonstrative of a brighter day in the life and times of African-American

women aspiring to be an editor.

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