Kassandra Life Is Not Fair Analysis

Since the moment my adolescent mind could comprehend words and my chubby little fingers could grasp books, I’ve been reading. After each book, I would discuss them with my mother, who, although very intelligent, isn’t fond of books. A story would end with evil reining, or my favorite character passing, and I would ask my mother, “Why did that happen?” And, “how could the author do that? It’s not fair.” My mother would always respond with, “Kassandra, life isn’t fair.”
Oh, how I hated that phrase.
Now although this phrase made me upset, it fueled my passion to make the world better than it is, to stop evil from reining, and to try as hard as I can to make things exactly that: fair. With that in mind, my career goals entail being a legal assistant, lawyer, and judge.

Although each of these occupations require massive amounts of schooling and preparation, to me they are positive opportunities to learn and grow. My parents didn’t go to college because they believe students go just for their degree, not for actual education. Even if that is true for most individuals, I

I was born and raised in the Mormon church and my have done all that I can to reach out to people around me. My grandfather was the sweetest man I’ve ever known, but he was also the sickest. He had many disabilities and illnesses that prevented him from walking and eating well on his own, and was manic depressive, causing his mind to seize control of his body involuntarily. I never saw my grandfather as the healthy man that he once was, but I was blessed enough to be able to help him in his state of sickness. My family would visit him twice a week and would help clean the house, make his food and feed him, help him to the restroom, and do all that we could to appreciate the time we had with him. Because I did this every week growing up, I have grown to avidly serve, donate blood, and do everything I can to help people in