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Role Model Essay
Role Model Essay
Role Model Essay
In our modern, media dictated, society there are often fallacies created
about who the youth of today see as a role model. The adult populace have
been led astray to believe that to us - the younger generation - celebrities,
athletes and musicians are who we consider our role models. Unfortunately, this
has been spurred on through the interviewing of people who lack a basic
understanding of the words “role model”. A role model is someone who has in
some way altered you as a person, changing the route you take in life. While it is
quite possible that a Hollywood-esque rock-star could alter your life in some way,
to say that they were the role model you see above all others is simply
implausible.
Family and friends are there throughout life, shaping paths and taking you
on an unforgettable journey, without even realising it. It is only with hindsight
that one is truly able to see the extraordinary influence that they have on you.
Of course, friends come and go but family remains by your side for as long as
one’s heart can beat. For me, my parents and grandparents were most
significant in making me the person who I am today, and as such, are those who
I consider my role models. However, as the years progress, and we learn more
of the world we live in, one begins to become aware of the flaws that these role
models have, and how we view them significantly changes. To some the flaws
we find give reason to detract from the positive views that we have of our role
models but for me I see it as a way to become closer to them and accept them
for who they really are.
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knowledge was vast even with the capability to recite several page long poems
in German that he learnt at school almost seventy years ago. He was dux of his
school, and led a life of science. He rarely spoke of his youth and had rather
protestant morals, but wasn’t a particularly nervous man – rather just keeping
himself to himself. I care for both sets of my grandparents dearly and I am and
always have been very close to them. Although my overall perception of them
may have changed, the stereotypes they embody are still transfixed in my mind
when I think of them. In many ways I am thankful for the stereotypes as it allows
me to distance myself from the flaws that they have and so do not detract from
the awareness of them – and thus allow me to see them as human – but permit
me to not get so emotionally involved in noticing the changes.
He was also one for having minor mishaps. I recall two stories often told
in the company of my family: The time my grandfather topped up his whiskey
with gin instead of water, accidently – all night; or going to the wrong person’s
wake spending a night mourning over the loss of a stranger. Things like these
were a common event in the Elder household, so in a way his metamorphosis
was less noticeable, and so allowed for an easier transition for both us, and him.
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I also learnt that he and my gran had broken up for a year, several
decades ago, despite his protestations that he and my gran “never had a serious
fight”. I was of mixed emotions upon this finding. My grandparents always
seemed to be perfect for one another, adhering to the clichés of finishing one
another’s sentences and never needing to communicate to one another verbally
as their bond was so strong it wasn’t necessary: simply looking into each other’s
eyes was enough to answer any question proposed. As such in many ways I was
upset by the fact that they had almost never been the couple that they became.
However my grandfather had always been one to tell “white lies” and it comforts
me to know that despite his increasing disability he is still the man that I knew
and loved.
My Gran: Ruth was a gentle soul. Quick witted and bright, she was always
one to rely on. As I did with my grandfather I became aware of her mortality,
seeing her more as a person than an all knowing deity, when she died of cancer
several years ago. She was the kind of woman that one would be led to believe
was invincible, incapable of death, and in a way she is. She meant so much to so
many people all around the world. She had made friends with Germans, Dutch,
French, Americans, Canadians, English, Irish and many more, all of whom paid
their final respects to her in a multicultural funeral. She was a woman of both
many words and many actions.
She spoilt her grandchildren dearly. Like a child feeding a dog under the
table, she let us do whatever we pleased. I loved the devotion that she had to
her children and grandchildren and to think back to her caring nature brings a
warming smile to my face. Because of our respect for her, we never put a toe
out of line, always polite and courteous, whilst still enjoying staying up passed
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our bed times, eating sweets before dinner and being given gifts for no reason,
whatsoever. These actions have made me into someone who knows the value of
showing my love to someone instead of just assuming that they will always
remember. She was a quick learner, being able to learn to handle a computer
rather skilfully, even in old age. However, it did come to my attention that she
could be rather judgemental, often talking harshly of foreigners, teenagers and
those of different beliefs, or sexualities. It saddens me that she could be so
judgmental and totally fixed upon such minor detail of a person. Prejudice is an
unforgivable and simply disgusting thing and to know that my gran – such a
warm and kind person – believed in is a heartbreaking thought. However it is
simply a shadow of what was imbedded into the elderly since a young age and
although this can’t be used as an excuse it at least allows for an understanding
of why she would have such prejudices. Perhaps, in some ways “fortunately”,
although I doubt that is ever the correct word to use, I was not able to observe
any other substantial negative aspects of her, before she passed away.
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generosity (as shown by the example of the sweets and books we received) had
also been altered. In one respect they are less so, only giving my sister twenty
pounds for her twenty-first birthday despite giving considerable amounts more to
my cousins on their birthdays. On the other hand, I have gained a great respect
for them, in that they had given my parents several thousand pounds to pay my
sister’s year admission to a school for children with disabilities, as she has
Cerebral Palsy, when she was 4. Of course, they have influenced me
considerably. In one respect I have realised their flaws and so have steered
away from making the same ones but in another I have taken on many of their
traits: a passion for science as well as a general politeness and a solemn
demeanour.
My father: Ron Napier was very influential for me. Although seeing little of
him whilst young, I had grown a strong attachment to him. Despite having an
attachment to him, I did see him as the “bad cop” of my parents – being rather
short tempered. This has changed as I have grown, largely due to, perhaps, an
actual change in my father. I lack the understanding of what has perhaps made
my father “loosen up”, but he has done so, quite dramatically. Instead of being
easily angered, grumpy and strict, he seems to have evolved into a much more
caring, kind person. It makes me incredibly pleased to see my father become
this person as it had allowed us to gain a closer bond. My father seems to have
inherited his father’s intelligence. He has a wide knowledge base on any subject,
and to this day I enjoy a long intellectual debate over dinner. Since I was young,
I saw him as a person who knows everything about anything... someone totally
omniscient, being able to answer any question brought to him. This of course
changed when I realised that no person can attain this stature.
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I also was told of how my father was kicked out of university for the fact
that he refused to study, choosing the preferred student lifestyle. This has given
me a, rather irrational, respect for him: it has shown that he once had a laid
back, sociable attitude and lifestyle – making him more human, and so one to be
able to relate to. The changes I have seen in him have allowed me to re-
evaluate who he was as a person.
My mother, Tracy, has always been an obvious role model of myself. Like
her mum, she too is a kindly woman. Being the yin to my father’s yang, she was
always the “good cop”. When I was young, I saw her as, simply, someone who I
could rely on to be there for me and care for me. Fortunately, this perception
still exists. When my parents had split, I was never actually told that they had
done so. It was just assumed that they were no longer together. Although their
split did not affect me in any considerable way because I was never told of it, I
feel somewhat distanced from something that should have been a very big
change in my life. In some ways this is fortunate, not resulting in any heartache
for myself alas because of this distancing I feel like I had been kept in the dark,
being denied my right of knowledge. This changed the way that I see my
mother, to a certain extent, in that she prevented me from acknowledging
something important, and so ultimately, making a mistake. I had become aware
of my mother having flaws. To see one’s mother cry is to notice weakness in
them: the fact that they are mere humans, rather than the God that the small
child perceives.
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us to enter the dining room. As I entered the room, an almighty gasp was heard.
A friend’s dog was upon the table, annihilating the once picturesque treasure
that my mother had worked, ever so hard, for several hours to complete. Within
a moment, my mother broke down into tears, fleeing from the crime scene. To
see my mother in such a state made me become aware of her fragility which
saddens me as I had always seen her as such a strong person. Although the
event was severely unfortunate, it allowed me to gain a greater respect for my
mother, as I became fully aware of not the mother, but the person that she was.