I have never had a traditional path, and I have never been the kind of student who had everything handed to them. I am an immigrant from Venezuela living in Texas without citizenship, and that alone has shaped my life in ways many students never have to think about. I grew up knowing that no matter how hard I worked, there were doors that would not open for me as easily as they did for my classmates. I cannot apply for FAFSA, and many financial aid programs simply do not look at students like me. I watch friends with lower grades and fewer qualifications receive financial support that I work tirelessly for, and it reminds me every day that my journey will always require more effort, more faith, and more resilience.
This year proved that in the hardest possible way. My family and I waited months for an answer from TASFA, hoping for even the smallest bit of help to make college possible. We filled out paperwork over and over again. My dad took days off work to go to the financial office, only to be told that they needed something new each time. The finish line kept moving farther away, and then, without warning, they told us that I would not receive any help at all. My family works unbelievably hard to give me the chance to attend college. They left everything behind in Venezuela, and even now, they sacrifice their comfort and their time so I can chase a future they never had. When we were rejected, I saw the exhaustion in their faces. I felt the stress heavy on my chest, and I realized how alone this situation can feel because very few people understand what it is like to fight something this specific and this out of your control.
But I also knew I could not give up. That night, I prayed, and since then I have continued applying to scholarship after scholarship, hoping that each one brings me closer to staying in school for another semester. This experience has become one of the lowest points in my life, but it is also the moment that showed me who I am. I continue to do my best in school and fight for every opportunity I can find. I try to keep my grades high because I want scholarship committees to see the effort I put in. My hard work has placed me among the top students in my class, and I even received the highest score my professor had seen in years. Even when I do not know if I can afford next semester, I refuse to let fear stop me from chasing a future I believe in.
Despite all the stress I carry on my shoulders, I treat others with the same kindness I wish the world would show to me. My circumstances are not an excuse to hurt others or shut them out. Everyone is struggling with something, even if it looks different from my own challenges. I try every day to be patient, caring, and supportive. I help my family in any way I can because they work so hard for me. I show up for my friends even when my mind feels heavy. I choose to enjoy the moments I have with the people I love, because being selfless and surrounded by support makes life easier to face.
My dream is to become a landscape architect. I love landscape architecture because it creates solutions through nature. It turns empty, neglected areas into spaces filled with life. It brings communities together in places that feel safe, welcoming, and beautiful. Growing up as an immigrant, I know what it feels like to live on the outside and to feel like you have no place that represents you. I want to design parks, paths, and green spaces that make people feel seen and valued. I want to give back to the communities that raised me, even when they did not always accept me. I want to build places where families, immigrants, children, and anyone who feels overlooked can breathe easier and feel at home.
My path is not traditional, but I would not change it. These challenges have taught me strength, compassion, and perseverance. They have shown me that the greatest battles are often invisible, and the people who seem quiet or calm may be carrying the heaviest loads. I have learned that kindness is powerful, that faith is grounding, and that I can overcome anything as long as I refuse to give up. I am determined to keep fighting for my education and to one day use it to lift others up, just like Andrea Worden did throughout her life, because not only do we share the same first name, but also passion.