Narrative about being judged

Explanation: Being judged is one of the worst possible scenarios in life. Imagine this. You're sitting uncomfortably in that plastic chair, sweat beading around your brow. The tight tie around your neck is suffocating, but you try to make a good first impression. Your body feels as though an iron weight is pulling you down to the ground as a whole, just minutes from being pulled through the floor. You try not to panic, and recite the mantra your friends taught you before the interview. This is your moment. You've been dreaming of this since childhood, but never imagined you'd get this far. Now, all that matters is how the secretary sitting in front of you thinks. He blindly flips through your resume, dull eyes flipping through yellowed pages. His brow was wrinkled and lacked emotion. He looks at you and finally says the words: "I'm sorry, but you're just not what we're looking for. We want this to be an environment where people feel safe and can be aware of that. You're also going to have to catch up with the others. We just can't have someone like you slowing us down." The words strike you like a spear. This had been your dream interview, and you lost it. Many more were to come, only to turn you away. You wonder why. As you sit down on a bench to breathe in your sorrows, a puddle splashed onto the sidewalk in front of you. You're not soaking wet, but your shoes are soggy. You sigh and look down at your reflection. A sad immigrant with nowhere to go. Your parents had already gone out of their way to fund your education. Their savings were depleted, and you were the first in the family to graduate college. You'd be looked down upon in this society either way. The people here don't see you or anyone that looks like you as their equal. It's how it works. It's happened everywhere you've gone. All because of the color of your skin, people judge. But you soldier on. Maybe someday, you'll find your dream job and find the life you've dreamed of. Keep positive thoughts. Life only gets harder, and never easy. It's what built you as a person. As you step into the next office, you have high hopes. You confidently step and put a smile on your face. It's for the best. The glass doors close behind you and you sit on the next bench.

the answer a: perseverance !

well stockyards mean a large yard containing pens and sheds, typically adjacent to a slaughterhouse, in which livestock is kept and sorted. and i'm assuming that by party you   mean a large group of people which does make sense because chicago is a very crowded place much like new york. stockyards tend to take up a lot of room due to needing the area for pens to keep animals in and the fact that stockyards are usually right by slaughterhouse where they process and distribute the product. so its much like a zoo but with some dead animal products close by.