Born into a wealthy real estate family, I am the heir to a property empire. After skipping class to buy limited-edition sneakers, I was disciplined by the dean. Even though my family had just donated a new science building to the university, the dean remained strict and assigned me to the volunteer club. I must earn enough community service credits before I can advance to my junior year. On my very first day, I was ordered to clean a filthy outhouse, scrub a sink, and help an elderly woman living alone move her furniture. My friends mocked my miserable, embarrassing situation and suggested I pay someone to do the work for me. But as I kept working hard, I discovered that nobody was trying to flatter me or treating me as someone special. Without the halo of being a rich kid, I experienced for the first time the genuine satisfaction and happiness that come from hard work rather than money.