I am a minority, and a minority hardly gets their voice heard. One reason why is that the majority talks too loud over them, and secondly, because of fear. Fear of discrimination. This was me through high school. My faith had always been something of true importance to me, including the morals and responsibilities that came along with it. Freshman year, I was not sure how my beliefs were going to be received. As it turned out, many people were accepting. However, others were confused, and some were simply mean. Through the years, my faith was present on the grounds of jokes, rude comments, and occasionally, hostility. At first, I did not know how to deal with the hostility factor. I always wondered, How can anyone be so mean? Why can they