How to kill a dream
Kaitlin Vance
Dr. Dustin Hoffman
Writ 101
12,September, 2014
How to Kill a Dream
Do you remember when you were a little kid, holding your moms hand in the store, and you walk by the doors that read “EMPLOYES ONLY”, and remember that excitement you felt with just the thought of getting a peek behind that door? I remember the toy section of Walmart, running around playing with the dolls. My attention being stolen by big carts coming through big swinging black doors, eyes wide, blood boiling. Thinking this is finally my chance to see the magic behind the “EMPLOYES ONLY” doors, only to have my mother come and grab my little five year old hand and say “Kaitlin it’s time to go.” Walking away head hung low and spirits defeated I realized I would never see behind those swinging black doors that insisted that only employees could enter. Little did I know 13 years later I would be the one walking behind those black doors, because I was now a part of that special group considered to be “employes only.” What a wonderful feeling, first day walking into the entrance to the building and walking to those doors, with a sigh of relief and that jittery feeling coming back from my five year old self, I take a deep breath, with imagination making different possibilities behind that door and take my royal stroll into the place I’ve dreamed about every visit I had to Walmart.
I walk through those doors and BAM I'm hit in the face with disappointment; there was no big show, no crazy things happening behind those doors, just a few signs posted on the walls telling employees that “safety is first and is the key”, there was nothing magical about the things happening behind the swinging black doors and soon I would learn there was nothing magical about working at Walmart either.
It was month two of my “dream job” and so far nothing too bad came along, until it became the summer time. “What’s so bad about summer time you ask?” Well there are millions of reasons why summer time is
Dr. Dustin Hoffman
Writ 101
12,September, 2014
How to Kill a Dream
Do you remember when you were a little kid, holding your moms hand in the store, and you walk by the doors that read “EMPLOYES ONLY”, and remember that excitement you felt with just the thought of getting a peek behind that door? I remember the toy section of Walmart, running around playing with the dolls. My attention being stolen by big carts coming through big swinging black doors, eyes wide, blood boiling. Thinking this is finally my chance to see the magic behind the “EMPLOYES ONLY” doors, only to have my mother come and grab my little five year old hand and say “Kaitlin it’s time to go.” Walking away head hung low and spirits defeated I realized I would never see behind those swinging black doors that insisted that only employees could enter. Little did I know 13 years later I would be the one walking behind those black doors, because I was now a part of that special group considered to be “employes only.” What a wonderful feeling, first day walking into the entrance to the building and walking to those doors, with a sigh of relief and that jittery feeling coming back from my five year old self, I take a deep breath, with imagination making different possibilities behind that door and take my royal stroll into the place I’ve dreamed about every visit I had to Walmart.
I walk through those doors and BAM I'm hit in the face with disappointment; there was no big show, no crazy things happening behind those doors, just a few signs posted on the walls telling employees that “safety is first and is the key”, there was nothing magical about the things happening behind the swinging black doors and soon I would learn there was nothing magical about working at Walmart either.
It was month two of my “dream job” and so far nothing too bad came along, until it became the summer time. “What’s so bad about summer time you ask?” Well there are millions of reasons why summer time is