Essay On The Jacket By Gary Soto

When somebody is being unappreciative that makes someone feel bad . In “The Jacket” by Gary Soto there is a little boy who is being very unappreciative of a jacket his mom got him and it probably makes her feel really bad about her jacket decision for her son.
First, Even though it was cold, I took of the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goosebumps. But when i returned to class i slipped the jacket on and shivered until i was warm. I sat on my hands, heating them up,while my teeth chattered liked a cup of crooked dice. Finally warm, I slid out of the jacket but a few minutes later put it back on when the fire bell rang. We paraded out into the yard where we,the sixth graders, walked

past all the other grades to stand against the back fence. Everybody saw me. Although they didn't say it,”Man that’s ugly,”I heard the buzz-buzz and even laughter that i knew it was meant for me.The boy is assuming that the gossip others are spreading is about him rather than realizing that he has a perfectly fine jacket that should not let define him. This poor assessment of the boy is causing more negativity towards his looks and his actions.
Next,I blame that jacket for those bad years.

I blame my mother for her bad taste and her cheap ways. It was a sad time for the heart. With a friend I spent my sixth-grade year in a tree in the alley, waiting for something good to happen to me in that jacket, which had become the ugly brother who tagged along wherever I went. And it was about that time that I began to grow. My chest puffed up with muscle and, strangely, a few more ribs. Even my hands, those fleshy hammers, showed bravely through the cuffs, the fingers already hardening for the coming fights. But that L-shaped rip on the left sleeve got bigger, bits of stuffing coughed out from its wound after a hard day of play. I finally Scotch Taped it closed, but in rain or cold weather the tape peeled off like a scab and more stuffing fell out until that sleeve shriveled into a palsied arm. That winter the elbows began to crack and whole chunks of green began to fall off. I showed the cracks to my mother, who always seemed to be at the stove with steamed-up glasses, and “she said that there were children in Mexico who would love that jacket.” I told her that this was America and yelled that Debbie, my sister, didn’t have a jacket like mine. I ran outside, ready to cry, and climbed the tree by the alley to think bad thoughts and watch my breath puff white and disappear. The boy was being unappreciative and complaining about the jacket he does have, while other kids are really in need for a jacket and would love to have

one just like his. Therefore the boy needs to be thankful for the jacket he does have because he is very fortunate compared to what some people have.
Finally, The lesson or moral in this text is to be appreciative of what you have in life instead of what someone else does not have in life because you could be a kid that does not have anything to keep you warm when it is cold outside, or you might have to stay somewhere you don’t want to stay.