I was starting to drift to sleep at my friend's house when the call came. My phone vibrated, and I assumed it was my mom wishing me goodnight. Instead, a number with a Los Angeles area code shined on the screen. I answered. Three minutes later, I hung up the phone and was in tears. I had just received news that I was the recipient of a Point Foundation scholarship -- a scholarship created specifically for LGBTQ students.
I had applied for the scholarship in my senior year in high school after learning about Point Foundation in an ethics class where my peers debated whether an LGBTQ scholarship was necessary. As a young gay man in conservative southern Indiana, I had lots of reasons to argue that it was indeed very necessary.
Growing up, I constantly heard negative attitudes about LGBTQ people and I never had the opportunity to meet any LGBTQ role models. Between the time I realized I was gay and the time I finally came out, I struggled with my identity. I dated girls, I participated in homophobic bullying, and I debated how I could change myself to be "normal."
With the encouragement of my friends and my mom, I came out my junior year of high school. It was a bittersweet decision. Men my mother dated would ridicule me and harass my boyfriends. Colleagues in a student business organization disrespected me and talked behind my back even though when I was "straight" we were best friends. Family members pretended to accept me, but then failed to acknowledge and support me in front of others.
I dreamed of going to college in New York City where I would not be hindered intellectually or personally, but rather could express myself freely. I not only wanted to live my life openly, but to develop my skills as an activist filmmaker so I could give voice to other LGBTQ people. However, with my mom's very low income the idea of affording college in New York seemed an impossible dream.
Still, I decided to apply for the Point Scholarship. I made it past the first round, then the next, and advanced to become a finalist. Point flew me to San Francisco for the last hurdle; an in-person interview. Standing in front of Point board members and staff, I told my story. I explained that while I had been accepted to NYU, I couldn't afford it. I discussed how I helped my struggling mother by working six days a week after school to pay for our basic needs. I told them I would have to attend Indiana University instead for business since they didn't have a film program, but that I really didn't want to go to college and struggle with the same narrow-minded environment I experienced growing up. I poured my heart out and left the room in tears.







