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![]() Home is where your rump rests! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Alumni Posts: 4,235 Joined: Aug 2006 Member No: 451,969 ![]() |
There's a road in my city, Alum Rock, that I find to be the strangest, most fascinating road there is here.
One end there's a high school that many consider to be definitely on the lower end of the district; sadly, it's highly looked down upon because of both poor building structures and really low test scores. Not to mention this high school has the highest pregnancy rate in the state. Now, go on the other end of Alum Rock, and you have the country club. I've been up there once, and it was freaking GORGEOUS. Like, I never knew scenery like that even existed in my city. Inside, there were elegantly decorated tables, and delicious food, and....oh goodness, it was just so pretty. But I remember driving from the "poor end" to the "rich end" and literally seeing this slow transformation from badly paved road to lush trees along the now one-way street. I had never been to that end of Alum Rock, and it was like culture shock. It made me so sad how on one end, there's all the luxuries in the world and at the other just....lower-class normalcy. |
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At least you can drive down the street, and there isn't like, a massive fence down the middle...
I kind of thought of it as symbolic, you know? Like, you can work your way up the street |
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![]() Home is where your rump rests! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Alumni Posts: 4,235 Joined: Aug 2006 Member No: 451,969 ![]() |
I love your threads, Kayce. Well, then there's the argubility of which side really has the better quality of life. I mean, who says that making friendly conversation is so bad (I know you wouldn't ![]() I work in Houston's suburbia where rich white women drive three cars and their kids are dressed in the latest fashions. I live outside of the suburbs in a very rural town where you make friendly conversation with store owners, people drive pick-ups, and rush hour is when the construction workers go to lunch. It's a 30 minute ride, but the qaulity of the people is amazingly different. I don't know when people will live for greater good and happiness and stop living for money. ![]() At least you can drive down the street, and there isn't like, a massive fence down the middle... Heh. I had neverthought of it that way. Unfortunately, there's the major exclusivity of the "rich end". There's maybe a 40:1 ratio, honestly.
I kind of thought of it as symbolic, you know? Like, you can work your way up the street |
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