Some times the little guy can't pull through by Mariam

Some times the little guy can't pull through by Mariam - June 2016 Scholarship Essay

High school has been the most trying, angering, and life-changing time of my life. I learned that although I can get through most things without studying and get an A. But it wasn't good enough. I made friends who studied and got higher scores than I did. I met people in the top 1% of our graduating class and was overwhelmed by their intensity when it came to school. I realized that I was starting to lag behind. That even with my talent, I wasn't good enough to pull through as the best every time.
Eventually, in my sophomore year, I finally started studying. I started working even harder than I had. And I pulled to the top. I ranked number 15 in class. But then tragedy struck my family and I was thrust into new environments and new teachers and new groups of people. I met teachers who were so understanding and teachers who were worth more than a lot of words that aren't very nice. And then, I met a teacher, up in Washington, who wanted to put me in the ground. I'd never had such low grades in an English class. But at every turn, her assignments somehow threw me into the trash.
I'd planned to wow her with assignment after assignment. Hard attempt after hard attempt. But it wasn't my effort. My teacher had created a set bias in my grade due to my religious affiliation. I was embarrassed, enraged, and determined to wow her with my final projects to bring my grade up. I'm currently working on a final project to show her that despite my religion, I will not fall behind even with her racism.