Initially, we lived in an area that was more minority, transient, and economically struggling, and later, in a more affluent and white location, with “neighbors” in name only. Despite the dichotomy, we discovered a pocket of community in our school. Even though it was the least expensive private school in town, it was still beyond the means of many of my peers. I saw my classmates work so hard to be worthy of their parents’ dreams and their struggle to afford this education. Struggle might be defined by the hardship of the individual, but community is defined by the success of the whole¬—and my school was a community. But my grandmother was sick, and we moved to Columbus. This is a complete community, so connected with nature and still so in touch with other, where the wide diversity of opinion does not hinder communal efforts for progressive change— the Argentine reciprocal
Building a community that combines the diversity of my Arizona grade school, the tolerance absent in Brighton, the understanding of the Argentine culture, and the environmental and social connection of my Columbus home may sound quixotic. And it is, for just an individual. But community means shared. Thus, to build true community requires a shared effort, a cohesive cultural shift. The burden of my generation is to build a society not based solely on self-interest, but with the desire to prioritize the whole. As we do this, we mend these divisions— we fulfill the common