My name is Addison Grace Floyd, and I am a Sociology major with a minor in African American Studies at Howard University. I was raised in Wake Forest, North Carolina, in a single-parent household by a praying mother who taught me early that survival is not accidental — it is spiritual. Long before I ever stepped foot on a college campus, I learned that faith and discipline must walk hand in hand.
Coming to Howard felt like stepping into a sacred place. For the first time, I was surrounded by Black excellence in its full, unfiltered beauty — students who carried history in their bones and destiny in their eyes. The campus felt like a home I had always been searching for. But as quickly as that joy arrived, reality followed. Tuition deadlines do not pause for dreams. They come with the same weight whether you are wealthy or raised by a single mother doing her best to keep the lights on.
There were nights when fear sat beside me like an unwanted guest. I worried that the doors Howard had opened might soon close — not because I lacked the ability, but because I lacked the money. Still, I prayed. I worked. And help came, just enough to keep me standing. An outside scholarship covered half my tuition, and once again I was reminded that provision follows purpose.
When I learned about Kalia D. Davis, I felt a quiet recognition in my spirit. Her story did not feel foreign — it felt familiar. Like me, she balanced ambition with service, excellence with humility. She ran with purpose, studied with intention, and showed up for her community. I, too, have spent my life in spaces of service — especially in the church, where I learned that leadership means lifting others, not standing above them. Whether in the pews or the classroom, I was taught that we are called not only to succeed, but to pour back into those around us.
Kalia served her campus through the Black Student Union. I serve mine by advocating for my community, by speaking up for Black girls who are often unseen, and by using my education to challenge systems that were never built for us. We are both women shaped by discipline, faith, and a deep desire to leave something better behind.
Like Kalia, I am driven not just by what I want, but by who I represent — my mother, my brother, my ancestors, and the generations that will follow. Every late night of studying, every scholarship application, every prayer whispered over my finances is part of a much larger promise: that I will not waste the opportunities I have been given.
This scholarship would do more than help me pay tuition — it would allow me to continue building a legacy of service, leadership, and purpose. It would give me the stability to keep growing at Howard, to keep learning, and to keep becoming the woman I am called to be.
Kalia’s life reminds us that legacy is not measured in how long we live, but in how deeply we impact others. I hope to honor her memory by walking in that same spirit of ambition, kindness, and excellence, and by using my education to uplift those who come after me.
Thank you for allowing me to share my story and for keeping Kalia’s light alive through this scholarship.