The Upper-Class Dessert Essay

The Upper-Class DessertLike countless other college students, my aspirations for my life are quite high. My dreams of the future include a high positioned job in a thriving city, designer clothes and shoes, a beautiful house, a loving marriage, children, and overall the freedom to choose how I live my life. Walt Disney has quoted, All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them, (Daskal). I possibly learned this want for the high life when my parents joined a country club while I was in seventh grade. It was at Brookside country club where I learned about dress code, how to speak, tennis, golf, and most of all, fine dining. After a couple months of enjoying all the fancy perks that came along with belonging to a country club, we were scheduled to have dinner in the special Swan Room. I enjoyed a five-course meal, which would have been seven if I could finish it all. Eventually, we had our choice of dessert. I chose the one that looked as if it had misspelled cream in the title, crme brulee. As I waited for my dessert, I looked around and began to see the world. The dining room looked like a ballroom out of Cinderella, with high ceilings, a sparkling chandelier, and marble floors. The window was overlooking the perfectly-groomed golf course, man-made lakes and streams, and beautiful, drooping willow trees. This place was much different than any other place I had ever been, and I felt like I did not belong. My fathers business was really starting to take off, and each house we moved into grew more and more expensive. We joined this country club, and everyone there had already made it. They were all successful, all rich, and had been there for a lot longer than we had. It was uncomfortable to stick out so much. My discomfort was interrupted with the delivery of the crme brulee....

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