Kingswood Oxford in the Eyes of Christopher McCandless

Walking around campus, I see the same people every day. The girls, walking around in their flashy brand name dresses, flaunting their wealth and outward beauty towards all those who, for some reason, cannot remove their eyes from her. The boy are no different, polo shirts of the same variety, status indicating shoes, attempting to gain as much attention as possible. Either way, male or female, every student' mind has been filled with the idea that wealth should deliver a sense of achievement, and reflect one's success.
I've heard of these students backgrounds, all with doctors, lawyers, or businessmen for parents. They all speak of their parents wealth, their extravagance, the fancy dinners, cars, houses. Never have I heard a student speak of their parents happiness, or self worth.
The minds of the young people have been corrupted by a sense of want rather than need. They believe in a world where a paper rectangle, with numbers indicating its difference from all the other paper rectangles in the world, equates to a life worth living. I wish they would truly explore for their happiness. Enter the world in its most natural form, without paper to determine their value.
A senior, about to enter college, had the intention of becoming a cardiologist. I asked if he had interest in this field. The young man, dressed like all those other boys on campus, responded, stating his lack of interest. However, he was satisfied with the salary he would presumably receive. I suggested that he leave, and reevaluate himself, find his true happiness out in the real world. Not the real world as in the situation people face after they leave school in search of a job, but the world as it was before humans polluted the area with homes and businesses. Unfortunately for him, he did not understand the message I was trying to send to him.
I carried on with my day, laying on the green belonging to the Senior class, because apparently possession is a true indicator of success and power over those beneath you. I lay there listening to the noises of the students fade away, watching the sun slowly drift down, replaced by dusk. At this point, I stood, walked down toward the busy nightlife of a town suppressed by the idea of materialism, and continued on until there were no buildings in sight.