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Amelia Weaver

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General information

Hobbies & Interests

  • Advertising
  • Writing
  • Information Technology (IT)

Reading

  • Philosophy

I read books multiple times a week.

Bio

I take joy in solving problems I've never encountered. Learning is the best way to act and acting is the best way to learn.

Education

Florida Virtual High School

High School

2023 – 2025

Miscellaneous

Desired degree level:
Trade School
Majors of interest:
Electrical and Power Transmission Installers
Desired degree modality:
Full-Time, In-Person
Medical school interest:
No

Career

Miscellaneous

Dream career field:
Welding
Work experience:
0 years
Has nursing license:
No
Weld Our Soul Scholarship
When I first entered high school, I did not think I'd come out of it perusing a career in welding. I was going to be an artist. I was going to be in galleries, people would pay just to see my art much less have it in their homes. Some where along the line though, I had an epiphany. Why do people pay to see art? Why is it money that comes down to someone being able to experience something? Why is culture left behind a pay wall, why is the beautifying your home a luxury reserved for those who could afford it? Why did I want to contribute to that? To sell my passions for two grand a slice? It made me fall out of love with the idea, my passion for it died. Without a direction I attended a career fair just to get an idea of what I could do to just feed myself once I got out of high school. There was a demonstration for welding and I thought "why not?". I suited up in sweaty borrowed protective gear, pulled the visor down and when the first sparks flew that's when I realized. I was steadying my hands to make sure all my strokes were purposeful, holding my breath so I could get the details of the weld just right. Hunched over I could have spend day on that piece of scrap metal. Welding is an art, and in that moment I felt a passion for the arts that I had long forgotten. Since I was a kid I had a habit of breaking things. It wasn't on purpose mind, I was deeply curious on how things worked. What made diecast cars go, why did this doll make sound, things like that. It got to a point eventually my mother had to store all the screwdrivers on a high shelf. Guess it was nobodies surprise that I liked science class. Learning how things worked, why the stars lit the sky, why scabs would form on my scraped knees. This overwhelming curiosity I had was nourished rather than sated. Once I got older, I finally put two and two together and started learning to fix things as well as break them apart. Old cassette players, my personal laptop, box fans, I tried my hand at most everything I could get my hands on. It was this curiosity that lead me to a career fair during my sophomore year of high school, and to a welding demonstration. When the first spark flew and I saw metal fuse to metal my mind flew with questions, curiosities. For the first time I was presented with an option that would see my restless thirst for skills and knowledge as a positive rather than a detriment. All this to say, welding is a skill that took two completely separate parts of myself, and clashed them together. They melted like wire on metal and lead me here, writing to a boy I've never met, but who somehow shares the same passion I do. I regret not being able to meet you Kevin, but I hope, in this small way, I can do your memory justice.
Amelia Weaver Student Profile | Bold.org