Streak 32: Write about a moment when you realized you were wrong about someone or something.

Over the years, I have learned not to judge people on the basis of their demeanor, appearance, social status, or even wealth.

It reminds me of one of my classmates in college - a brunette with dark, lustrous hair that fell to the middle of her back. She was the heiress to a local multimillionaire or multibillionaire, I can’t seem to remember anymore.

Having dealt with my fair share of obnoxious brats born with a silver spoon, I had become conservative in my engagements with rich kids piggybacking on daddy’s money.

Naturally, I steered clear of her through the first three years of my four-year degree, assuming she would be another narcissistic egotist who considered others beneath her.

I could not have been more wrong.

In the final year, I was grouped with five classmates for a project, and she happened to be one of them.

Over the six months that followed, we grew closer. It allowed me to finally see the person she truly was underneath, not the exterior marred by my conjectures of her. She was the kindest soul I met in that college. She never shied away from making friends regardless of their status, and she always made compromises to make others feel comfortable rather than intimidated by her. She was nothing like the brats I had encountered before.

She still remains one of the few people who taught me to look beyond my judgmental lens.