*********Not based on personal experiences***********
Pre Writing
I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was walking down the street with my friends, enjoying the warm summer air and the sound of laughter that filled the air. We were all excited to be out and about, and I was feeling especially confident in my new outfit. I had put together a look that I felt really good in, and I was sure that everyone else would appreciate it too. Little did I know, however, that my outfit would be the source of judgment that day.
As we walked, I noticed a group of people staring at us. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then I heard one of them whisper something about my outfit. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I realized that they were judging me based on my clothing, not on the content of my character. I wanted to turn around and confront them, but I knew that it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, I kept walking and tried to ignore the stares and whispers.
Rough Draft
I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was walking down the street with my friends, enjoying the warm summer air and the sound of laughter that filled the air. We were all excited to be out and about, and I was feeling especially confident in my new outfit. I had put together a look that I felt really good in, and I was sure that everyone else would appreciate it too. Little did I know, however, that my outfit would be the source of judgment that day.
As we walked, I noticed a group of people staring at us. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then I heard one of them whisper something about my outfit. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I realized that they were judging me based on my clothing, not on the content of my character. I wanted to turn around and confront them, but I knew that it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, I kept walking and tried to ignore the stares and whispers.
I felt a wave of anger wash over me as I thought about how unfair it was that I was being judged based on something so superficial. I had worked hard to be the person I was, and yet here I was being judged by something as trivial as my clothing. It felt like a slap in the face, and it made me realize just how much work still needs to be done in order for people to be judged by their character and not by their appearance.
Final Draft
I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was walking down the street with my friends, enjoying the warm summer air and the sound of laughter that filled the air. We were all excited to be out and about, and I was feeling especially confident in my new outfit. I had put together a look that I felt really good in, and I was sure that everyone else would appreciate it too. Little did I know, however, that my outfit would be the source of judgment that day.
As we walked, I noticed a group of people staring at us. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then I heard one of them whisper something about my outfit. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I realized that they were judging me based on my clothing, not on the content of my character. I wanted to turn around and confront them, but I knew that it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, I kept walking and tried to ignore the stares and whispers.
I felt a wave of anger wash over me as I thought about how unfair it was that I was being judged based on something so superficial. I had worked hard to be the person I was, and yet here I was being judged by something as trivial as my clothing. It felt like a slap in the face, and it made me realize just how much work still needs to be done in order for people to be judged by their character and not by their appearance.
I thought about Martin Luther King Jr. and his dream of a world where people are judged by their character and not by the color of their skin. I realized that this dream applies to more than just race, and that it is something that we all need to strive for. We need to learn to look past the superficial and focus on the content of someone’s character. Only then can we truly create a world where everyone is judged fairly.