Scholarship Essays for College Admissions

You are probably wondering what made me choose law or even what made me choose Boston University. Well, like everyone else, I have a story. My story begins when I was born. My father is an Arabic Muslim and my mother is an Italian Christian. They had my twin brother and me at an early age. My father did not want my mom to keep us; he wanted an abortion. My mom refused to turn to these measures and decided to have us. My dad was never a good father to us while we were young so they ended up having a divorce when I was about 6. My mother took care of us but like her own mother, she had fibromyalgia, a disease that makes your entire body constantly engulfed in pain. My mom was also seeing a verbally and physically abusive boyfriend.

These two thing combined made me not able to focus in school and also exhibit negative behavior; I received C’s and D’s. When she got too sick I moved in with my father; I was about 13. Ever since then, he hasn’t been a good father, always putting us second to his new wife and the rest of his family. He is never there for me but I’m always there for him, whether it be rigorous work upon the house or taking care of my baby sister. He never knows what is going on in my life and one day this year, he asked me what grade I was in! I don’t speak Arabic nor do I understand it. I feel very awkward with my dad’s family because my brother and I are the only ones who can’t speak the language. Someone will make a joke in Arabic and everyone will start laughing. I’ll end up laughing at something I don’t understand just so I can fit in. When I visit my mother’s family, I feel the same. No one can pronounce my name right and he or she talk to me as if I am foreigner. The only good thing to come out of my moving in with my father is my good grades and good behavior. I haven’t gotten lower than a B- since I moved in with him. Every time I show him my A’s and B’s, he looks at it as normal. He never once said he was proud of my brother or me. What I want to do is get into a great college such as Boston University, become a lawyer and throw my success in his face. That way, maybe, just maybe he will finally be proud of me.