Taylor Swift is a phenomenal singer, songwriter, and performer. Her music reaches millions of fans worldwide, healing their hearts and bringing comfort that only music can provide. 1989 (Taylor’s Version) is not just a pop album about the love of friends and young adult adventures, it is also a wondrous collection of literature to which almost all can relate. My 2024 soundtrack would contain various songs from this upbeat yet retrospective album. The first song that would play would be “Welcome to New York.” In August, I traveled over 1,500 miles to Phoenix, Arizona, to begin my collegiate life. Coming from a small town in Mississippi, I was completely mesmerized upon rolling into this town. Ironically, when I crossed out of Scottsdale and into Phoenix, “Welcome to New York” blared across the rental car’s Bluetooth speaker. A randomized song from my Spotify favorite playlist had never been more fitting than at that moment; right then and there I felt like I had finally found where I truly belonged. The first few weeks on campus were filled with extraordinary moments and experiences I had never thought possible. I met so many interesting people from all over the world and quickly became best friends with a spunky girl from Chicago. Unfortunately, our friendship did not make it past September; nevertheless, “Now That We Don’t Talk” and “All You Had To Do Was Stay” helped me vent my frustrations and move on. After around eight weeks into the semester, I fell into a routine and began growing closer to friends that I could trust. “Shake It Off” stuck in my head and never let me fret over lost friends and missed opportunities. I was finally “Clean” from the toxicity of fake friends. I began focusing on finding myself and achieving admirable grades. When everything started falling into place, I met this charming gentleman who could fill my “Blank Space” any day. I wish he would listen to “How You Get The Girl” and make a move. The song “New Romantics” will not leave my mind as I ponder when I will find a thrilling love that sets me free. Hopefully, by the holidays, “You Are In Love” will echo through my mind as I stroll the streets hand in hand with my crush. Taylor Swift’s 1989 album is a perfect fit for young adults, especially those in their first few years of college who are just starting to taste freedom and find love. These songs help me understand young adulthood, grieve lost friends, and continue navigating challenging moments. I honestly do not know if I could survive without music and Taylor Swift’s inspiring, relatable lyrics. I have always known that music speaks to the soul and brings people together, but I never thought an album would capture my life experiences so splendidly. Each of Taylor Swift’s genius songs will tell the story of my life in a way I would never be able to. While I have been unable to attend one of her performances, every day I look forward to sharing her soothing songs and listening on repeat.

My name is Abigail Gillespie and I am a first-generation college student. Neither of my parents received a college degree, so I began traversing my next educational steps alone and in the dark. From college application essays to FAFSA, each task proved difficult as none of my family members knew how to help. Neither my aunts, uncles, cousins, or grandparents sought post-secondary education, leaving me with numerous questions and little to no answers. My inspirational older sister recently graduated from Baylor University. She is a trailblazer in our family, but her schedule is as packed as a suitcase for a two-week camping trip. I did not want to bother her with my menial problems, so I relied on the Internet and my determination to pave my collegiate path. In a few weeks, I will become a student at Arizona State University, and the rest of my life will fall into place. I will not succumb to my family’s generational shackles of unemployment and poverty; instead, I will receive my Bachelor’s of Social Work breaking the chains and changing lives. Each day, I will dedicate my life to helping families overcome adversity, helplessness, and generational trauma. Pursuing a future in social services will allow me and my community to thrive. With an official degree, I will never have to worry about finding a retail or fast-food job that pays above minimum wage. I will never have to ration my food to pay bills. I will never have to turn away homeless people’s pleas for help or family members' requests for rent money. I have watched these circumstances happen time and time again growing up, and I want nothing more than for this cycle to cease. I want to be able to donate to charities each month, to treat friends and families to nice meals, to give a few dollars to struggling neighbors, and to be able to afford everything that I need to survive. An education will shape my future and free me from poverty’s crippling claws. Receiving a degree will allow me to finally give back to my community. I will be able to participate in community service rather than spend spare hours picking up shifts. I will be able to donate ill-fitting clothes rather than trying to sell them for spare change. I will not have to skip over devastating GoFundMe posts. I will use leftover money and additional time to reshape my town and aid those in need. College is not just four years of my life that will end in a degree; it is a magical road that will bring a lifetime of happiness to me and everyone nearby.

One of the most fulfilling and essential aspects of life is helping others. Since I was old enough to tie my bejeweled light-up rainbow Skechers, I have put my best foot forward to assist friends, family, and foreigners. In elementary school, I would walk with my friends to the nurse's office, and in middle school, I would help my table mates solve their math equations before I even began attempting my assignments. Today, I continue the tradition of giving back by participating in community events, helping anyone in distress, and choosing a career devoted to changing lives. What you sow is what you reap, so I always stitch happiness, love, and support into the blanket of life. Planning for tomorrow is important, but living in the moment is essential. I often find myself thinking about joining a club or saving to give to charity, and I overlook present altruistic opportunities. I have been working on this for the past year. My goal is to complete one task a day that makes someone smile. These missions range from as simple as a compliment to as significant as buying a meal for a homeless person with my last $15. I try to invoke joy wherever I go and can only do so much without sufficient funds, but that does not stop me from achieving my aims. In a few weeks, I will join ASU and work to acquire a Bachelor of Social Work. With this degree, I will impact my community, inspire younger generations, and influence hundreds of families. Each day, I will devote my life to solving family dilemmas, securing child safety, and stopping abuse. Each day that my emerald eyes open to the soft rays of sunshine is an opportunity to change lives. My greatest desire is to leave an unforgettable legacy in this world. I want to be remembered as a kind, intelligent, and loving woman who stopped at nothing to ensure everyone around her was content. I want my clients to live better lives after walking through my doors, and I want everyone I meet at work or on the street to think “What a considerate and caring lady.” I may not have the money or immense creativity some trailblazers possess, but I guarantee that my impact on this world will prove revolutionary. This life is filled with chances to create ripples on its shimmering waters, and I never walk away without throwing a stone. Sometimes my efforts end in a mediocre splash, but other times my rock skips upon the surface, creating spectacular waves. In the end, what truly matters is that we all try our best to heal the world. If everyone united to fix issues in their community, to aid strangers who were struggling, and to end horrible situations, this world would be Utopian. Unfortunately, many stand back and let the “more powerful” citizens forge paths. I truly believe that one person can change the world, so every day I try my best to prove this. I hope that my influence on the social services field will be awe-inspiring. I pray that one day I will turn around to watch the United States hold hands and face each major catastrophe one day at a time. My dream is to become a phoenix, rising from the ashes and changing history.

“Thank you, young lady.” Those were words that I had probably heard over a hundred times throughout my life. Growing up in the hospitality state teaches you to always show gratitude with those two simple yet life-changing terms. Mississippi raised me to set aside my schedule and help those in my community when needed. I have always enjoyed the satisfied feeling that sends shivers down my spine after hearing the words “thank you,” but that day I felt something entirely new. As I watched tears of utter joy and gratitude fill the dainty elderly lady’s clear blue ocean eyes, my heart felt full. My body flushed as red as the ruby sleeping gown the nursing home patient, Ms. Nadia, twirled (more likely adorably wobbled) around in. Inside the small Christmas-decked event room, the majority of Sunshine Nursing Home patients, dressed to the nines in an assortment of reds and greens, merrily sang carols, enthusiastically unraveled gifts, and precisely perused handwritten well wishes. That day, unlike any other I had ever experienced, shaped who I was, created a holiday tradition, and brought about wonderful glee. It all started with a heated debate in my College and Career Readiness class. Christmas was approaching faster than snow during a cold front in December and my town was planning its annual toy drive. Our teacher curiously questioned whether we juniors thought children or the elderly should receive more attention this time of the year. I was the winning team’s leader arguing that younger generations, over adults past their prime, should be sprinkled with a surplus of love during the holidays. The opposing side seemed to not care much for the topic, so their only stance was that “grandparents created the mothers and fathers of those children, so they deserve to be rewarded for that.” I countered by saying that the parents and grandparents had already lived many years as children and no longer needed a shower of gifts and affection. My opinion could not have been farther from the truth; seeing the opportunity to create a lesson, my devil’s advocate teacher assigned my group the task of writing holiday cards and collecting small presents for the members of our local nursing home. Initially, I was bitter about this assignment, but now I am thankful for the quest as I know I am a wiser person because of it. Inclusivity is a topic my hometown loves to explore; from annual community events to weeks dedicated to unique cultures, Pontotoc puts in excessive effort to create events where everyone feels seen. Nevertheless, amid their busiest time of year, one group of individuals is often forgotten. Senior citizens that are not allowed to leave the nursing home and those without loving families sit dejected as they watch replays of classic holiday films. When I learned that almost one hundred civilians in my town did not joyously celebrate Christmas, my friends and I decided to fix this. Not only did we collect thoughtful gifts and write sentimental cards, we also baked sugar-free treats and gathered a plethora of supplies to gloriously decorate their home. The six of us juniors enchantedly watched with sparkling smiles as we learned to think about the forgotten, resolved to create happiness everywhere we travel, and promised to open the eyes of our communities. This brief month helped us notice the overlooked and taught us to keep an open mind on our opinions. My passion for including everyone will continuously grow as I become a social worker.

From the moment I first saw Sabrina Carpenter act as the character Lucy in "Austin and Ally", I knew that I would enjoy following her career. In this episode, Sabrina portrays a shy and socially awkward teenager singing in a competition. Despite her nerdy appearance and embarrassing comments, her voice is elegant, and her stance is confident. I did not know it then, but her excellent acting and entrancing voice would mold her into a phenomenal star. I have watched her grow up in "Girl Meets World", "Work It", "Adventures in Babysitting", "Tall Girl", "The Hate U Give", and every other film she has acted in. Each album she has released played on a loop in my pale yellow bedroom. I have tried to acquire tickets to each of her tours, and I have watched endless clips from them all. I hope to finally see her perform live during her Short n’ Sweet tour this November. To me, Sabrina Carpenter is more than just an actress, model, and famous singer; she is a role model, an inspiration, and a piece of my life’s multifaceted puzzle. Sabrina Carpenter has helped shape my qualities. I used to watch Disney Channel religiously, and each female character that flashed across my screen helped me discover myself. In each role Sabrina took on, her characteristics shone through. Ms. Carpenter is never afraid to be herself, to advocate for what she believes in, and to express her opinions. Her character, Maya, in "Girl Meets World", showed me that compassion and courage should walk hand in hand; her real-life friendships with fellow cast members prove it is possible to keep in touch with those we leave. Her acting inspired my generation, and accomplishing her goal of becoming a renowned musician proves that with hope and endurance, anyone can achieve their dreams. Her songs from "Emails I Can’t Send" have helped thousands of teenage girls, and myself, recover from heartbreaks and get back on their feet in hard times. Her earliest songs from the album "Eyes Wide Open" showed us teenagers what love should look like. I believe her upcoming album will spark inspiration and promote healing like those prior. Sabrina Carpenter has many personas, and each of them forms a brilliant, bold woman who strives to impact the world. It is no exaggeration that actors and musicians significantly influence my life. I love binge-watching heartfelt television and listening to nostalgic songs on repeat. Sabrina Carpenter is one of those people that brings me joy in my darkest days. Her kindness, wisdom, and spirited personality encourage me to continue each day in happiness. Her unconditional love and forgiveness remind me to act with consideration. Her unique "TikTok" videos bring bursts of laughter and moments of glee. Her songs are like homemade chocolate chip cookies, always bringing comfort and content. Trying to learn her dances brings passion, and clapping along to her performances on "The Eras Tour" brought me energy when I felt like laying in bed all day. Sabrina Carpenter is a rising leader in today’s music industry and her acting career will go down in history. Her controversial lyrics help us teenagers and young adults feel seen. I am grateful to have grown up witnessing Sabrina Carpenter flourish, and I hope to always be able to look to her music for guidance. I am a “Carpenter”, and I will proudly proclaim my stance as a Sabrina fan for as long as I live.

Social work is a globally admired career, yet many admirers admit they would not pursue it. This career path is heartbreaking, but it is also life-changing. People do not choose this job for the salary; most human service employees work in this field to change the lives of those around them. I have decided to pursue a Bachelor’s in Social Work to ensure that families are happy and healthy. I have always enjoyed putting smiles on my friends', family members', coworkers', and even strangers' faces, so I decided to spend the rest of my life bringing peace and joy to my community and clients. I have always known that a person’s childhood shapes their future, so I want to provide love, safety, and comfort to as many children as possible. I want to make sure that this next generation of children can grow into who they desire and live each day in content. I wish to impact this world by showing children that hope will always remain and that with a little bit of help, anything is possible. Growing up impoverished in a small Mississippi town, I noticed injustice and hatred from a very young age. My relatives held contempt for their children, neighbors, and even themselves. My mother’s sister raised her children to fear making the simplest of mistakes, to judge peers based on their race, and to never expect kindness. My aunt punished her children by hitting them with household appliances on a day-to-day basis; most of their mishaps were entirely innocent. Lydia, my only female cousin, was beaten and ridiculed for her dyslexia diagnosis and was never allowed to receive proper education as her parents denied her disability. Each day all four of my cousins faced their parents' brutal insults and never received the opportunity to speak their minds. Watching them grow into the people their parents desired, rather than the individuals begging to break free, I knew I had to make a change. I never knew how to stand up against my aunt and uncle, so my cousins silently suffered as I shamefully watched. Witnessing their verbal and physical abuse inspired me to pursue a career in which I had control. I knew that I wanted to work for CPS and protect vulnerable children for over half my life, and now receiving my BSW and financial assistance are the only further steps I need to achieve my dreams. I yearn to give back through more than just guidance. I hope to volunteer at homeless shelters, rehab centers, and food pantries in my spare time. I also wish to create a financial fund for first-generation, low-income out-of-state students. I will devote my life to caring for neglected children and changing the world’s view of social work. I will vigorously work to inspire future generations to enter the social service fields by broadcasting the impact these jobs have on communities, civilians, and employees. Each day I am blessed with life, I will strive to demolish children’s strife.

Laid back with my emerald eyes on the pearly wings of a 737, I had never felt more relaxed. That night, of my first-ever flight, was beautifully blissful. There was no turbulence, crying babies, or publicly broadcasted family drama like the movies portray; I was even lucky enough to acquire a window seat in the plane's center. I practically vibrated, ecstatic about traveling to Los Angeles as the itinerary I crafted burned a hole in my boot-cut jeans pocket. Though I traveled alone, I knew that the second I arrived at the LAX airport, my sister whom I had not seen for several months, would eagerly embrace me. This trip was a senior year treat that I had been planning for nearly a year. I was ready to tour each culturally diverse corner of Los Angeles and view each stunning sight displayed on the must-see tourist attractions list. That three-day vacation seemed so brief, yet it completely changed my life. Upon entering California, I was mesmerized. Scanning the crowded airport, I witnessed numerous heartfelt interactions. To my right was a Korean family cuddling their daughter and carrying immense maroon suitcases. On my left were two light-skinned teenagers sharing a compassionate moment. The fluorescent room buzzed with excited energy despite the time being 10 pm. At that moment, my Mississippi hometown suddenly seemed minuscule and dull. Never before had I observed such an array of cultures, heard such interesting languages, and felt such an overwhelming aura of life. Touring Los Angeles was revolutionary; every glittering glass or cracked stone street I traversed opened a new world. My eyes were awed by celebrities' gleaming mansions and sympathized with desolate, tattered tents. Before this weekend getaway, I had never watched a civilian beg for a half-filled cup of coffee, and because of this trip, I realized my privileges. While my low-income family can not afford my college tuition, I have been blessed with a roof over my head and three meals each day. Often, I take this for granted, but after arriving home from L.A., I pledged to always express my gratitude. Los Angeles did not just open my eyes to the world's poverty and vast cultures I had only witnessed on television; this city shaped my future. Traveling to California last February strengthened my resolve to embrace city life. I fell in love with experiencing unique cultures and environments, so I decided to attend my dream out-of-state college. Arizona State University beckoned me, but I was afraid departing from Mississippi would prove a risk without reward. After a few days in L.A., I knew I would find something to love wherever I traveled. Exploring that big city ignited an extraordinary passion in my soul. I suddenly desired to try foods with names I could not pronounce, participate in community events of foreign cultures, and talk with people I once feared. Traveling is a wonderful journey that not only takes breaths away but also breathes purpose into life.

My name is Abigail Gillespie. I am an Arizona State University student enrolled in Watts College of Public Service and Community Solutions. I aspire to become a Social Worker and work with CPS to change children's lives. I am a first-generation student from a low-income family who will stop at nothing to accomplish my dreams, and I will enjoy the climb. Growing up in a humble city in Mississippi taught me to be grateful for every day, live life to the fullest, and give back to my community as much as possible. I am passionate about advocating for women's rights, mental health awareness, and education development in small towns. My life's goal is to help people achieve true happiness and to rescue individuals from devastating circumstances. My dad, who became disabled in a tragic car accident in his early thirties, showed me that the most important aspect life offers is opportunity; his story motivated me to fight for myself and all the other individuals suffering in this world. I will dedicate my life to creating joy around me and opening doors for people who feel trapped. I am applying for scholarships to fund my future at ASU and to minimize the amount of private student loans I borrow. I believe in myself, and I know that with financial support, my mark on this world will be astonishing. Applying for scholarships has been overwhelming and disenchanting, learning that it is shockingly difficult to receive scholarships regardless of financial need and exceeding qualifications. I did not realize how strenuous the process would be as I find myself writing on average an essay a day for applications. I was also not aware of the massive amount of scholarships it takes applying to just to receive one. Even though I find myself dreading the repetitive processes, I am grateful for the journey that has taught me so much about myself and how to share who I am with others. Each essay has inspired growth and helped me confirm my goals in life. When I received a $2,000 scholarship from Barrett’s Honors College at ASU I was ecstatic. In the following months I crossed my fingers and said my prayers hoping that I would receive further congratulatory emails. I was notified that I was waitlisted for several scholarships, but in the end, I was devastated to find out that I did not leave the waitlist for any of them. While I have not yet completely given up hope and continue to apply for additional scholarships every day, this $500 would put me one step closer to financial security and having the peace of mind to focus on my academic success. Receiving this generous scholarship will allow me to lessen my impending debt; in the future, I will use a percentage of my available income to create scholarship funds and contribute to college tuition aid reservoirs so that low-income individuals like me do not loose hope in their financial search. Thank you so very much for your time and consideration evaluating my application.

Out of the entire Pontotoc High School class of 2024, I am the only one who plans to leave our home state of Mississippi. This accomplishment is not obtained by many in my small town because it appears daunting and unachievable. While there is comfort in familiarity, leaving the state allows me to receive an education at a university known for its excellent social work program and influential honors college. I understand that this path will lead to a successful career with CPS and help me accomplish my dream of changing children’s lives. I have always embraced independence and I have always been eager to step out of my comfort zone; enrolling in an out-of-state college helped me realize that I want to live a life replete with new experiences. I yearn to expand my cultural knowledge, meet new people, and inhabit a unique environment. All my life, I have resided in a tiny agricultural town, and now I long to spread my wings and soar to an immense, diverse city. Getting accepted into Arizona State University and deciding to venture 1,500 miles away from my hometown has already proved life-changing and I can not wait to discover myself in Phoenix. Throughout high school, I was told that receiving my Bachelor’s degree in Social Work outside Mississippi would be impossible. Friends and family discouraged my desires by declaring I would never secure enough funds to pay for my education and that I would fail my college classes if I decided to depart from my home state. I knew that my family’s low income could not support my dream, and I was aware of the educational gaps between states, yet my resilience never wavered. I proved myself capable by graduating as my high school's valedictorian and acquiring an academic excellence scholarship for ASU. I felt extensive pride when my peers and parents finally realized I would successfully transition to Arizona. Deciding to move to another state to pursue my degree allowed me to understand who I am. I have always thought of myself as strong-willed and courageous, but this action also opened my eyes to the impact I have on my peers. I have led my band teammates as a section leader and have given my fellow cross-country runners insightful racing tips, but I never saw the trails I blazed. Finding out that, on average, only two students from my high school depart Mississippi upon graduation altered my perception. Before learning of this statistic, I did not believe I was distinct from the rest of my town; I felt like just another small-town girl who would go off and accomplish the extraordinary. Now, knowing that most of my peers held themselves back in fear of pursuing an unknown path, I realize that I am slightly more brave than I thought. Several younger students approached me at graduation and congratulated me on my acceptance to ASU; these people called me fearless and inspirational. I did not know such a simple choice could affect my peers, but now I know I must never stop walking paths others are afraid to traverse first. I will devote my life to leading others and helping my peers pursue their dreams. Each day that I am blessed with will be spent serving others. I hope to acquire a degree in social work and become a Child Protective Services agent. I want to bring gleaming grins to children’s faces and show them unconditional love. While in college, I hope to impact my companions and classmate's lives. I want everyone I meet to remember me as a kind, fierce young woman who never hesitated to achieve her dreams. I hope to join and guide a group of independent students who learn to believe in themselves. Furthermore, I hope to write a novel that inspires small-town residents to travel beyond their communities and experience the world's wonders. Preeminently, I yearn to leave a legacy in this world. I hope that Abigail Gillespie is a name people remember not for my accomplishments but for my unwavering determination and commitment to helping youth find themselves and true happiness. At eighteen years old, enrolling in Arizona State University is my life's greatest achievement. However, my adulthood has just begun. I am confident my journey will yield many more accomplishments that revolutionize the world.

One after another, tears cascaded from my emerald eyes like scorching wax down a candle. To my left, standing stock still, was my best friend Samantha. Her jade eyes were wide and startled like those of a teenager caught sneaking out at midnight. In front of me, looking equally bewildered, was my friend Carla. Luckily, the locker room was desolate except for my two closest companions and the poor soul who had received my wrath. The only sounds echoing inside that rectangular room littered with athletic clothes were my spluttering sobs and ragged breaths; even the wind outside halted its movement in surprise. So, what happened for these circumstances to transpire? Well, the simple answer is suppressed anxiety. That day began like every other high school Monday. I tapped the mustard yellow snooze button on my phone as chimes blared. When the repulsing melody recurred I begrudgingly arose, stumbling and grumbling as I prepared for school. Normally, I scrape by with minutes to spare, but that day mocked me as another student’s silver Toyota Camry reposed in my parking spot. The excruciatingly sunny day was off to a lovely start as I received a tardy and stern glare from my first-block teacher. The day was exacerbated when my second-block professor assigned a complicated homework essay for ten percent of our grade. To some, this was inconsequential, but to me who was aspiring to become valedictorian, this was catastrophic. Like typical stressful days, I kept making mistakes. My mind whirled with what-ifs while planning when to write my essay between after-school rehearsal and work. Thus during band practice, I misstepped and messed my entire section up. My face grew a striking shade of maroon as my furious band director shrieked at me. Unfortunately, that embarrassing moment was not my day’s low. Roughly an hour after the band field berating, I shrieked at an innocent sophomore who placed her belongings in my locker space. Cross Country practice had been agonizing; my least favorite workout, a timed mile sprint on the sweltering obsidian track made my emotions spiral. Of course, I had forgotten my inhaler on the kitchen counter that morning as I was running late to school, so my lungs burned and my feet dragged. At that point, I was beyond distressed, and every anxiety morphed into rage. “Who’s pink backpack is in my locker? Move your stuff before I throw it in the trash can! NOW!” Each word ripped from my throat sharp as cats claws. I knew it was a simple mistake, but in the heat of the moment, I did not care. I was seething and exhausted both mentally and physically. That is how I wound up in the situation. My anxiety festered, and I released it in a petulant tangent. Shame overtook me; I was the group's "mom", and moms do not throw fits. With each tear, my resolve to change strengthened. I knew I could not keep shoving everything down and letting my fears control me. Glancing around at my dumbstruck teammates in that humid, cream room, I knew that I had to seek help. I quit my job, began meditating, talked to a therapist, and extensively apologized. I still feel horrible about my outburst, but I am grateful for it because if I had continued holding that anxiety in my heart, something worse would have transpired. For myself to grow, I first had to break down. Today, I share my story to prove that a moment does not define anyone as long as we learn from it, forgive ourselves, and make an effort to heal.

“You will either learn to manage money, or the lack of it will manage you,” this quote by Dave Ramsey perfectly describes my understanding of finances. Both of my parents have always lived in low-income households, so they have relied on financial tips and advice to stay afloat. Everything they found out was then passed to me. From managing my bank account to price checking, I am certain my ability to save money is phenomenal. Because I grew up in a family that had to count each dollar in order to afford necessities, various pecuniary preservation lessons have pranced through my mind. I have yet to enroll in a finances course, but I know that I will use what I have learned throughout my life to afford college and future expenses. I will break the rusted chains of poverty that have held generations of my family captive as I continue to embrace financial wisdom and practice what I have been taught. Since sixth grade, when my parents began offering me a menial allowance, I have figured out how to save for what I desire. My parents taught me the value of a dollar; how the green piece of paper is not just worth the price of what I want, but it also equates to hours of labor. My mother taught me about options like loans, advances, and bargains. However, I understand I must be financially fit to make purchases. My aunt recently filed for bankruptcy as her home, vehicle, and insurance costs piled up; furthermore, most of her belongings were bought with borrowed money that she could not repay. For this reason, she lost nearly everything. Managing my finances is essential for survival and success, so I will remain aware of my spending and earnings. Despite my knowledge of money's significance, I also realize that spending is fundamental. I know that without money, I will be unable to support myself, yet I understand that memories are more meaningful than savings. Each day is not guaranteed, thus I live spontaneously. I view financial wisdom as balancing buying and conserving. I do not know all the monetary aspects of this world, but I have a solid foundation and am eager to learn. I took a risk attending an out-of-state college that would strain my finances and result in debt, but I believe this decision was worthwhile as I know it will bring joy. My decision reflects my financial education; I have been taught to choose based on costs, yet I have also discovered there is far more to life than just how much money I have. Living financially stable is as essential as waking up content, and these two aspects can work hand in hand. Life is all about taking the lessons learned and applying them. History will repeat itself if it is not grasped. For eras, my ancestors have lived impoverished due to not recognizing their financial errors and finding solutions. My parents arduously labored to break this debilitating cycle, teaching themselves and myself how to manage money properly. What I have been taught will travel with me for the rest of my life, and I refuse to fall victim to harrowing debt. My future will be bright and sound as I make wise financial decisions and balance my life. I have a lot to learn about financial success, but for now, I will do my best to avoid irredeemable debt so that my family will never have to worry about paying for essentials ever again.

Gleeful giggles, gleaming grins, grateful tears, and glimmering hope spark an indescribable feeling of fulfillment in my soul; knowing that I am the cause of someone’s peace not only lights up my sky like Fourth of July fireworks but also allows me to see the beauty of this world. Life is treacherous, and many challenges arise each day, hindering individuals from truly living. I have witnessed the difference between surviving and thriving, and I know that my purpose in this world is to help everyone around me prosper. I will devote my life to rescuing individuals from difficult situations and helping them recover from the wounds this world has inflicted. For the first half of my social work career, I will work at CPS, revolutionizing the lives of children in my community; throughout the remaining duration, I will wield my degree to brighten ailed patients' dismal days as a medical social worker. Since turning thirteen, I have enjoyed comforting and caring for children, so I have put my passion to use by becoming a Child Protective Services agent. I will acquire my Bachelor of Social Work to transform children’s inadequate lives. I will spend every day ensuring my clients are living the lives they deserve. Whatever they need, I will provide; whether this is a newfound family that cherishes them or a new winter coat their parents can not afford, I will stop at nothing to fulfill their desires. I will stand rooted by their sides as they fight for justice and firmly grasp their hands as they inform me of their hardships. I will never give up on my clients or act blissfully ignorant of their torment. My degree will provide the foundation to solve family dilemmas and heal hopeless children. I will illuminate medical injustices and refer patients to suitable doctors and programs. I will craft personalized action plans to help patients receive proper treatment, both physical and mental. Every patient who seeks my aid will receive undivided attention, unwavering respect, and unconditional love. I vow to use my BSW to bring awareness to societal issues and help every individual who walks into my life exit uplifted and stable. Poverty, hatred, and despair do not stand a chance against me as I will vigorously work to obliterate these oppressions. I will learn how to detect the signs of abuse; moreover, I will understand how to support children as they face their fears. My degree will provide me with the necessary resources to aid individuals in my community who are struggling with finances, mental illness, and injustices. I will use my social network to refer community members to organizations that will substantially improve their lives. For a decade, I have watched my parents struggle with paying bills and affording necessities. Because of this, I will devote my college experience and future career to discovering resources to help other families in similar situations. Furthermore, I witnessed my cousins face verbal abuse for the majority of their lives but never knew how to stand up and end their suffering. Their distress and my helplessness sparked my passion for preventing this tragedy from continuing in my clients’ lives; I will find proper therapists who can stitch the gashes parents' biting words have made. My Bachelor of Social Work will become the lighthouse guiding floundering souls from turbulent waters to tranquil lands.

“I’m going to kill myself!” In today’s society, this is commonly stated by overdramatic teenagers who either did something absurd or felt extremely embarrassed. Just like every other high school student, I have muttered this phrase after making a mistake. Well, that was until I realized what these words meant and how profound this phrase was. Depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, and every other mental illness are not topics to laugh about or taunt someone over; the societal norm of avoiding or mitigating mental illness is not only foolish, but it is also crippling. Understanding mental illnesses and experiencing the effect deficient mental health has on individuals has reformed my whole world, and I will never return to the old me who followed everyone else like a mindless puppet in a marionette show.  My sister, Diana, is one of the strongest people I know. She has survived her best friend's death, severe depression, and compelling thoughts of suicide. Her arduous journey began in sixth grade when her friends bullied her for gaining weight, and she is still not out of the woods at twenty-two years old. In the past few years, she was diagnosed with a rare neurological sleeping disorder. Her depression and disorder desperately attempted to separate her from the world, but she refused to let them bury her beneath their obsidian waves. My sister is the type of person to suffer in silence and persevere even when her entire body is screeching in protest, so when she broke down in front of me, mumbling how she could not do this anymore, everything I once thought I knew became invalid.  I have always known that I wanted to help people. Providing aid has always been my foremost aspiration, but as my sister disclosed her oppressive thoughts and constant torment, I developed the desire to free people from their misery. I began researching social service fields and shadowed a psychiatrist. Unfortunately, I discovered that my insecurities and anxious mind would not be able to bear such a heartbreaking career, yet I was pointed in the correct direction. The root cause of my sister's depression was our parents; growing up with traditional parents who expected their children to embody excellence extensively wounded my sister and me. We were expected to have flawless grades, always act polite, never express our emotions, and find the perfect Christian boyfriend. My sister, never afraid to break societal norms, found her match in a wonderful girl named Bailey. Her relationship enraged our parents and caused severe disputes, so when my sister's lifeline of a best friend passed away, she plummeted over the edge. Watching the light in her eyes fade every time my parents made degrading quips and mocked her despair devastated me. Thus, I promised myself that I would become a life-changing social worker who made every child feel validated, loved, and appreciated no matter who they were. Standing beside my sister as her mental health deteriorated helped me uncover my passion and showed me to examine more than just the surface. “Why are they dressed like that?" this is a question many teenagers and adults ask these days. The sneer and condescension in their tones prove that they believe they are superior. Judging someone based on appearance has become accepted, and until I witnessed the impact mental illness has on people’s lives, I also turned my nose up at people in particular clothes. My sister's constant bedraggled state after her friend died in a tragic car crash allowed me to realize that people who are focusing on surviving each day do not care about their attire. I began to notice that most of my classmates with unkempt appearances looked hopeless and grim, mirroring my sister. Because of this, I altered how I examined people and made an effort to intervene when someone was being pestered. My relationship with my peers was not the only relationship that changed though; I had always loved my sister and occasionally sought her advice, but after seeing what she had to face every day and finding out about her decaying mental health, we only grew closer. I quit arguing with her to acquire the upper hand, and I began a mission to bring back her smile. Every detail about myself marvelously evolved. Acting blissfully ignorant was once my way of life. I thought that if I did not acknowledge the problems in front of me, they would cease to exist. But now I know that my belief was not how the world operates. Instead of turning a blind eye when tears stream down people’s faces, I sympathetically smile and search for signs of struggle. When people beam through terrible times, I ask them how they truly feel rather than walk away thinking they must be perfectly fine. I no longer ridicule people who lose their temper because I now understand nobody knows what is transpiring in others' minds. When someone jokes about suicide, I do not laugh; instead, I hug them tight and whisper that everything will turn out the way it should. My view of this world has shifted, and I am eternally grateful. Today, I know there is far more than what is on the surface. Witnessing the effects of mental illness on my beloved sister has helped me notice what hides behind strained smiles and cloudy eyes, and I will dedicate my life to teaching others to perceive the vast layers beneath every unique individual.

My name is Abigail Gillespie and I was born in 2005. I was raised in a nuclear household with a bit of a twist; my mother and father have been merrily married for twenty-two years, fervently raising my three sisters, two born from a different mother, and myself. My beloved father became disabled years before the gorgeous November Monday in which I entered this magnificent world, and my warmhearted mother has been a devoted stay-at-home mom all my life. For the past eighteen years, my family has solely relied on my father’s social security disability checks. Despite this financial hardship, I have flourished in my hometown. I was raised to value every day, to spread kindness, and to support people above all else. I have overcome discrimination, poverty, and anxiety, and I will continue to persevere so that I become a successful social worker. Since fifth grade, when my mathematics teacher asked me to tutor a classmate, I have known that the one thing I want most in this world is to create gleaming grins on people’s faces. At the start of high school, I discovered my love for helping children and decided that I desired to enter social services. I know that receiving my degree as an out-of-state student will prove challenging, mentally and financially, but I have never been one to give up on my dreams. I am certain all children aspire to become heroes, and I have faith that I will accomplish this goal. Of course, realistically, I will not acquire super strength or astonishing speed; nevertheless, I will help transform the world. As a child protective services agent, I will guard children’s lives and restore their peace and joy every day. I know that the individuals who step through my doors will exit a newly uplifted person with a stable life, for I vow to obliterate any obstacle that blocks their triumph. Throughout my life, I have been crudely told that I was incapable of graduating as valedictorian and that I would fail if I attended a school outside of my home state, yet here I am. The first statement proved incorrect, and I guarantee that the second offensive opinion will become inaccurate as well. Upon entering Arizona State University's Watts College of Public Service and Community Solutions, I will hone my leadership skills and impact my community in a lovely way. I strive to inspire young girls who struggle with confidence and ensure that each child who strides on my path leaves with enthusiasm shining in their eyes. Approximately eight years ago, I created a bucket list. I can not exactly remember why this agenda was established, but I remember the exact words I scribbled. I used a magenta crayon to specify how I wanted to visit all fifty states, marry a handsome gentleman, and save a life. Even at ten years old, I knew that my calling on this vast planet was to devote my life to serving others; on that pearly piece of notebook paper I quickly jotted my pre-teen heart’s greatest desires, and the sentence that stuck out to me the most was bring true happiness. As a social worker, I know that I will revolutionize client’s lives and make the world a better, brighter place. Children are the future, and I will do everything possible to guarantee that all generations know love, security, and hope.

Over the past decade, my personality has metamorphosed like a Monarch. While in middle school, I was a quiet follower, keeping my head down at all times. Nevertheless, as I strutted through my junior high’s halls, my confidence surged as teachers encouraged me to embrace leadership. I began to tutor struggling students and planned beta club events as president. Throughout high school, I inspired younger scholars as I diligently worked towards becoming valedictorian. During sophomore year, I led my high school marching band as a flute section leader. At fifteen years old, this opportunity to direct both lower and upper-class flute players was not only profound but also rare. At first, this unexpected duty petrified me, but as the leaves turned from emerald to bronze, I warmly welcomed the position. For three years I was a section leader, guiding my team to victory. I became comfortable assisting my teammates, as well as other groups. Additionally, as a junior, I became a role model on my cross-country team. At this point, I had four years of experience running three-mile races and completing arduous workouts, so I started giving newcomers tips. I shared essential advice, motivated struggling members, and proved that everyone can achieve goals through perseverance. My condition, exercise-induced asthma, also inspired the team as they noticed my triumphs despite my hardships. When teammates complained about practices, I reminded them that extra exercise enhanced their speed. As 2023 morphed into 2024, I became my town’s Daughter of the American Revolution Good Citizen. While this role did not include an assigned agenda, the title came with authority. I completed countless community service hours and assisted classmates. That spring, I interned at Regional Rehab Center; I managed their social media and taught my coworkers a few technology essentials. At the end of my internship, I presented a slideshow about my experience with the non-profit organization to upcoming seniors. Beyond school, I managed peers at my part-time job. I began working for Burger King in the second semester of sophomore year, so when junior year rolled around, I was an expert; consequently, I started training newcomers on social skills, rudimentary chores, and the efficient way to solve conflicts. During my leisure time, I visited my younger cousins, giving them relationship advice and motivating them as they navigated school. Their parents are extremely traditional and sometimes prejudiced, so I taught my cousins to create their own opinions. One of my proudest moments was when my youngest cousin, Micah, stood up to his mom, saying she should not judge someone solely based on their skin. Each of these leadership positions made me the compassionate person I am today, and I will continue guiding people throughout my life. I hope to become a student leader at Arizona State University, informing freshmen about scholarships, clubs, and unique campus events. As a social worker, I hope to lead families toward happiness; I will use my leadership skills to acquire whatever my clients need. I will become reliable, responsible, and always ready for any circumstance. I will not hesitate to step up in CPS and advocate for the children I work with. In the future, I hope to guide generations on the correct paths. I was once too scared to embrace the leader deep inside, but now I will never stop assisting others. I vow to remain a bold, brave, and kind leader. I also hope to use the skills I learned while raising my children. Finally, I desire a life of content for my future family, and I hope they learn how to discover themselves with my gentle direction.