Scholarship Essay

Looking back on the majority of my time spent in high school, courageous is not a word I would have used to describe myself. I considered myself to be a nobody, nothing but weak and insecure. In fact, it was not until I was nearing the end of my senior year of high school that I realized just how wrong I was and how strong and courageous I actually was and am to this day.
When I was younger, my family tended to move around quite a lot because of my dad’s many jobs. It was especially difficult for me because I had always been an incredibly shy child and it was terrible to have to continuously attempt to make new friends and adjust to new environments. When I started high school it became even more difficult and I discovered just how ruthless teenagers are capable of being. As a freshman and a sophomore in high school especially, I struggled greatly with being bullied. Seemingly for no reason at all, I was called every name in the book and isolated by my peers. I spent innumerable nights crying myself to sleep and wondering what I had done to merit such behavior from my fellow classmat...