Apparently, because I was a daughter, I wasn’t allowed to succeed. Because I had a broken leg, I wasn’t allowed to dream. All I was good for was a miserable, 'simple' life.
If that was how they felt, then fine. I didn’t need them.
As soon as I got home, I signed up for a management training program with a foreign company. It was far away, the pay was good and it was my chance to leave all this behind.
My dean noticed and called me up the next day. "Savannah, I saw your application. Are you sure? The conditions abroad are tough and you’re just a young girl. Why don’t you think about it? I’ll help you find something easier when the time comes."
I clenched my jaw, swallowing down the frustration building inside me.
“No, I'll just apply for this. I'm not afraid of hardship."
For twenty years, I’d gotten used to struggling. By now, nothing could shock me anymore. My teacher sighed, clearly frustrated.
"That scholarship was supposed to be yours," he said, shaking his head.