College Admissions Essay: What Is My Insecurity?

I grew up in a small town that a majority of people have no clue where it is located. The population was 1,500; 98% Caucasian and I was part of that 2% diversity as an Asian-American. In 1997, my parents lost my sister due to a tragic car accident which left them feeling devastated and like there was a hole in their lives. In 2000, they decided to fill that hole by going to China and adopting me. My parents wanted the best possible situation for me since I was “different.” They enrolled me in Pre-K as soon as possible to get me familiar with my classmates who I would be with for the next 12 years.
Truthfully, I wasn’t even aware I was adopted until the age of six or seven. It amazes a lot of people when I tell them this and would raise the

My adolescence years were as typical as anyone else’s. I was moody, insecure, awkward, confused, and just trying to fit in with the crowd. I’ve always had a sense of not fitting in and Junior High was the pinnacle of these feelings. Everyone made fun of everyone else’s insecurities to hide their own. My biggest insecurity was my race. All I wanted to do is to blend into the crowd, but how could I when I was so “different" than everyone else? One day in computer class, I noticed everyone was gathered around someone’s computer. I was curious of what all the commotion was. Leaning over, I saw they were playing some online game. One of my classmates explained to me it was this cool game with a chat, customizable avatars, and all these other features. I wasn’t really into it at first and honestly felt that it was dumb. But everyone else started playing it and I didn’t want to be left out. I started my own account. It was fun to get to make your own character, chat with my classmates and make other online friends. After about a month or two, it became like any other fad in my school: boring, but I continued to play. I made some friends on the website. For me, it was so much easier to talk to somebody online. There were no awkward silences, no judgement of what people looked like or how someone talked, and no one seemed to care about anything. I felt like I finally belonged somewhere. It was an

I continued to form more friendships. Any free time I had was spent on the computer. It was almost like an addiction. Shortly after, all of us on the website became bored and started moving onto other forms of social media. Facebook was up and coming during this time and everyone on the website was starting to create one. I, personally, was not allowed to have a Facebook. I now understand why I was not allowed to have one, but I was a rebellious teenager at the time. So of course my reaction was to make a Facebook. What could go