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African American Studies
Babysitting And Childcare
Bible Study
Business And Entrepreneurship
Cheerleading
Ethnic Studies
Dance
Reading
Action
I read books multiple times per week
Ashley Rodriguez
1,785
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Ashley Rodriguez
1,785
Bold Points1x
Finalist1x
WinnerBio
Im a motivated and passionate student with the intention of gaining admission into A program of Business Administration. Hardworking and driven, with goals of flourishing in Respected program . Bringing forth a strong academic background with a steady GPA above 3.5, while juggling many extracurricular activities l. Committed to working hard and serving my school and community.
Education
University of North Texas
Bachelor's degree programMajors:
- Business, Management, Marketing, and Related Support Services, Other
School of Business and Management at Yvonne A Ewell Townview Magnet Center
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Graduate schools of interest:
Transfer schools of interest:
Majors of interest:
- Business, Management, Marketing, and Related Support Services, Other
- History and Language/Literature
- Business/Managerial Economics
Career
Dream career field:
business managment
Dream career goals:
Manager
Moya Landscaping2018 – Present6 years
Sports
Softball
Varsity2022 – 20242 years
Cheerleading
Varsity2020 – 20244 years
Awards
- Spirit Star
Research
Business/Corporate Communications
Marvin E. Robinson School of Business and Management — Researcher2020 – 2024
Public services
Volunteering
Salvation Army Canned Good drive — Assisted with running the donation bin the the EBD, as well as provided donations for the bin in the form of canned goods2020 – 2024Volunteering
Genesis Women's Shelter — getting everything together from looking into different charities to gift all the way to actually receiving and gathering our collection of items. having this event planned since December, donating all our supplies collected to Genesis Women's Shelter.2022 – PresentVolunteering
Mundo Latino — celebration of the rich history and significance of the Day of the Dead, assisting visitors with anything they might need while serving as tour guides, greeters, and hospitality.2022 – 2023Volunteering
Ronald McDonald House Charities — organizing and sorting through donations and documenting these adoptions, also being tasked with delivering and turning in these donations2021 – PresentVolunteering
Our Lady of San Juan de los Lagos — Cleaning classrooms, Helping Confirmation classes, Helping set up events, Assisted as a confirmation and communion teacher and lead church clean ups.2018 – Present
Simon Strong Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
TEAM ROX Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Leela Shah "Be Bold" Womens' Empowerment Scholarship
Throughout my whole childhood I was always embarrassed by who my family was. Coming from a low income household with immigrant parents it wasn't easy fitting in with those around me. To this day this is the biggest regret I have because even though my life hasn't always been the best, I always had someone who looked out for me. There was always someone who did their best to inspire me and give me everything they didn't have, this being my mother. My Mother, Zenaida, is an individual who always wants to help those around her with a smile on her face, as well as her intelligence is unmatchable. Being born in Mexico in a household with 8 siblings she always felt the need to step up and in a sense become the second “man” of the family. My grandfather was never truly at home which is why my mother always did all she could in order to keep food on the table for the rest of her siblings, and not once would she complain or protest, she would do it just to see her siblings smile and be able to make it through. This was no different when her own children were born. As long as I can remember my mother always gave to those who were less fortunate, whether it was with her time or the little money she had she never wanted to see anyone in a dark place. My mother always spent her weekends at church helping cook for the people that didn't have a meal. She would drag us to church from 9 in the morning till 5 in the afternoon. These weekends helping my mom cook in the cramped, crowded kitchen of the church really helped build my love for community service. My mother is the reason I now choose to spend any free time I have helping those who are less fortunate, having not only volunteered at different food banks but also going back to where it all started. Most have likely heard the terms of “Street Smart” and “Book Smart”, many people saying “being street smart is just an excuse for dumb people” this is as far from the truth as it gets. My mother wasn't able to graduate from middle school, having to drop out of school to go around her town collecting newspapers and cardboard in order to make money. She knew this wasn't the life she wanted to live. Soon after, suggesting to my grandmother to begin their own business out of their small, fragile home. My mother was in charge of running the business from finances to gathering clientele. She successfully ran the business till she decided to come to the United states. She knew it would be impossible for her to go back to school so she decided to start worrying about other priorities in her life, such as her children. My mother had a very limited education so it was very difficult for her to help us with any homework or academic questions we brought to her. She was always so embarrassed when this would happen that she managed to teach herself all of not most of the lessons so she could explain to us if we didn't understand. She was also able to teach herself to speak 2 different languages by simply observing and taking notes about the languages around her. The ways my mother has been able to succeed academically without truly having the knowledge to truly do so is the reason i always believe i have to do my best academically.
Pushing Our Scholars Forward
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Dr. Christine Lawther First in the Family Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me. Now truly all I want is for all of them to say "I want to be like Ashley".
Powering The Future - Whiddon Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Mental Health Scholarship for Women
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Ethel Hayes Destigmatization of Mental Health Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Jose Prado Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Barreir Opportunity Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Patrick A. Visaggi Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Maida Brkanovic Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Ken Larson Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Diva of Halo Legacy Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Dr. Edward V. Chavez Athletic Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Audra Dominguez "Be Brave" Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Minecraft Forever Fan Scholarship
My favorite aspect of the game that always makes me connect with it more, is the amount of pathways that you can do within the game itself, there are other types of experiences such as building and also creating your own imagination, making your own personal advantages that can help you, and always have strategy in the game, there are many more, however the amount of creativity is endless and that's what always makes me passionate towards the game since you can do anything you like, playing with friends, joining servers, and making your own worlds within Minecraft, which makes it more appealing and fun, since you start off in a new game whether a multiplayer server or your world it, you can always start learning on how to get more creative and also make your own ideas come to light, and there is always endless opportunities and you can make the amount of achievements and many types of accomplishments, and if someone starts off fresh from the game they can start learning on how to play, create, and imagine the way they would like to do in their own way, and that's why the amount of paths you can choose will allow you do anything you'd like and whatever you want.
CapCut Meme Master Scholarship
Student Life Photography Scholarship
Social Anxiety Step Forward Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Ashanti McCall Life & Legacy Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Jennifer Gephart Memorial Working Mothers Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Boatswain’s Mate Third Class Antonie Bernard Thomas Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care whatever they needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Kevin Boblenz Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other. Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Schmid Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today.
To The Sky Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Kim Moon Bae Underrepresented Students Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Lotus Scholarship
Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children.. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Lindsey Vonn ‘GREAT Starts With GRIT’ Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Advancement of Minorities in Finance Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Dimon A. Williams Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Iliana Arie Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Mendoza Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Kalia D. Davis Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
José Ventura and Margarita Melendez Mexican-American Scholarship Fund
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Jimmy Cardenas Community Leader Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Diego Rene Cardoza Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Jonathan Tang Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Rick Levin Memorial Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Pierson Family Scholarship for U.S. Studies
Throughout my whole childhood I was always embarrassed by who my family was. Coming from a low income household with immigrant parents it wasn't easy fitting in with those around me. To this day this is the biggest regret I have because even though my life hasn't always been the best, I always had someone who looked out for me. There was always someone who did their best to inspire me and give me everything they didn't have, this being my mother. My Mother, Zenaida, is an individual who always wants to help those around her with a smile on her face, as well as her intelligence is unmatchable.
Being born in Mexico in a household with 8 siblings she always felt the need to step up and in a sense become the second “man” of the family. My grandfather was never truly at home which is why my mother always did all she could in order to keep food on the table for the rest of her siblings, and not once would she complain or protest, she would do it just to see her siblings smile and be able to make it through. This was no different when her own children were born. As long as I can remember my mother always gave to those who were less fortunate, whether it was with her time or the little money she had she never wanted to see anyone in a dark place. My mother always spent her weekends at church helping cook for the people that didn't have a meal. She would drag us to church from 9 in the morning till 5 in the afternoon. These weekends helping my mom cook in the cramped, crowded kitchen of the church really helped build my love for community service. My mother is the reason I now choose to spend any free time I have helping those who are less fortunate, having not only volunteered at different food banks but also going back to where it all started, at Our Lady of San Juan de los Lagos - Santa Teresita. Most have likely heard the terms of “Street Smart” and “Book Smart”, many people saying “being street smart is just an excuse for dumb people” this is as far from the truth as it gets. My mother wasn't able to graduate from middle school, having to drop out of school to go around her town collecting newspapers and cardboard in order to make money. She knew this wasn't the life she wanted to live. Soon after, suggesting to my grandmother to begin their own business out of their small, fragile home. My mother was in charge of running the business from finances to gathering clientele. She successfully ran the business till she decided to come to the United states. She knew it would be impossible for her to go back to school so she decided to start worrying about other priorities in her life, such as her children. My mother had a very limited education so it was very difficult for her to help us with any homework or academic questions we brought to her. She was always so embarrassed when this would happen that she managed to teach herself all of not most of the lessons so she could explain to us if we didn't understand. She was also able to teach herself to speak 2 different languages by simply observing and taking notes about the languages around her. This woman is the reason I want to succeed, I would want nothing more than for her to be proud of me.
Rompe Las Fronteras Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Cariloop’s Caregiver Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Redefining Victory Scholarship
Throughout my childhood I have always found myself always wondering what I will do in the future. Going from “I want to be Dentist” to “I want to be a Lawyer” to “ I want to be an Astronaut”. Every day my only wish was to make my parents proud, making their sacrifices worth it. Being the eldest daughter in a Hispanic household has truly taken its toll on me. I Want to pursue higher education not for myself but in order to provide a better life for my parents, giving them everything they deserve and more, as well as being a role model to my siblings and cousins. In high school I attended a very academic oriented school in which my cousins and siblings did their best to attend after seeing I was admitted. This is the reason why I want to attend College, in order to have that feeling again or make my family proud, of being someone my younger siblings and cousins can look up to. Seeing how I simply want to be a role model, my only wish is to make it through college, not only make it through but thrive. My main goal is to make sure I am on top, I want to get the best grades, thrive socially, just overall be someone others can look up to. Overall i don't want to be that one individual that goes to college just to have fun, seeing how my family would already struggle to pay for my tuition my goal is not to go to college to “have fun” my main goal is to go and get what i need out of it, that being my diploma as well and the knowledge needed for the real world. Seeing how my plans are to succeed academically and not simply goof off I would say my overall path is quite different from most individuals since most students want a mix of everything. I can see how the path I want to take could be seen as quite a boring one, but even if the path I choose to take is seen as conservative and boring to the individuals around me it would all be worth it to me, it would all be worth it seeing the faces and smiles of my family. I would want my dedication to studying and my dedication to school to pay off once i cross the stage, looking into the crowd and seeing my mom, my dad, my brother, my sister, my cousins and aunts looking back at me smiling, with the younger ones saying “ i want to be like Ashley, i want to cross that stage too”. That is all I truly want in this world, to truly be successful is to bring others up with you, there is no point in being successful if you're greedy and conceded. this is why to me it is crucial to pass on what you know and all that you have learned to those who are younger than you.
Sloane Stephens Doc & Glo Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. . As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Hines Scholarship
Throughout my childhood I have always found myself always wondering what I will do in the future. Going from “I want to be Dentist” to “I want to be a Lawyer” to “ I want to be an Astronaut”. Every day my only wish was to make my parents proud, making their sacrifices worth it. Being the eldest daughter in a Hispanic household has truly taken its toll on me. I Want to pursue higher education not for myself but in order to provide a better life for my parents, giving them everything they deserve and more, as well as being a role model to my siblings and cousins. In high school I attended a very academic oriented school in which my cousins and siblings did their best to attend after seeing I was admitted. This is the reason why I want to attend College, in order to have that feeling again or make my family proud, of being someone my younger siblings and cousins can look up to. Seeing how I simply want to be a role model, my only wish is to make it through college, not only make it through but thrive. My main goal is to make sure I am on top, I want to get the best grades, thrive socially, just overall be someone others can look up to. Overall i don't want to be that one individual that goes to college just to have fun, seeing how my family would already struggle to pay for my tuition my goal is not to go to college to “have fun” my main goal is to go and get what i need out of it, that being my diploma as well and the knowledge needed for the real world. Seeing how my plans are to succeed academically and not simply goof off I would say my overall path is quite different from most individuals since most students want a mix of everything. I can see how the path I want to take could be seen as quite a boring one, but even if the path I choose to take is seen as conservative and boring to the individuals around me it would all be worth it to me, it would all be worth it seeing the faces and smiles of my family. I would want my dedication to studying and my dedication to school to pay off once i cross the stage, looking into the crowd and seeing my mom, my dad, my brother, my sister, my cousins and aunts looking back at me smiling, with the younger ones saying “ i want to be like Ashley, i want to cross that stage too”.
Strong Leaders of Tomorrow Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
WCEJ Thornton Foundation Low-Income Scholarship
WinnerWaking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Caminos de Éxito: The Jose Prado Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Elevate Mental Health Awareness Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Urena Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. . As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Ethel Hayes Destigmatization of Mental Health Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Kimmy, Nana, Kelly and Wendy take a seat at the table, while Jonny, Alan, and Bryan sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So whenever we didn't have school or any extracurricular activities I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over my babies. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Simon Strong Scholarship
Waking up early on a Sunday morning thinking I'm the only one awake, I hear small footsteps behind me “ashley tengo mucha hambre” my little cousin murmurs half asleep. Placing her in my arms as she begins falling asleep again. Soon after I head into the kitchen and begin to cook enough food for eight mouths. As our huevo con salchicha is still sizzling in the old rusty pan, I go and call for them individually. They begin to trickle in one by one taking their unofficial assigned seat. Some take a seat at the table, while others sit on the couch using their laps as a table. As they have finished one by one they head outside to enjoy the cool morning breeze. I don't receive this privilege as I stay inside having to clean up after them. As i begin to tackle the dirty dishes i drop a ceramic mug gifted to me by nana, my favorite mug, “Best Cousin” it read with tacky pink letters and hearts and stars all over, oh no i whisper as i run to get the nearest broom at the same time kimmy waders back in sniffling and holding back tears, “me calli” she says no longer being able to hold back tears, immediately put her in my arms and try to sweep with the other.
Being the Oldest sibling in a family can truly be one of the most emotionally scarring yet rewarding challenges one can come face to face with, however, also having to juggle being the eldest cousin and having to raise and act as an example for those under you is twice the reward and punishment. Being from a Mexican household we are very family driven, always wanting to watch out and take care of those around us and especially those that are younger than us. My mother and aunts were constantly busy working, trying to make sure we always had a roof over our heads. So I was in charge of taking care and watching over all my siblings and cousins. At the moment I truly only ever saw it as a curse, having to give up part of my life to raise someone else's children. This was most prominent during covid, my freshman year starting high school, while trying to juggle the responsibilities of acclimating to the new way schooling would be while also having to take care of everything “my babies” needed. At a certain point I didn't know what to do, I was not doing well in any of my classes, having very little time to truly work on what I needed. I barely had any time for homework in between cooking, cleaning and looking after them. Overall my priorities had shifted at the time. I was now more worried about giving them what they wanted and what they needed than what I needed. However as we all grew older it was much easier for the older ones to help me out in watching the younger ones. Eventually it had reached a point where I was no longer overwhelmed with the thoughts and stress of having to watch over them. At this point I was truly able to catch up in school and get back to where I was academically. Even though I saw raising my cousins and siblings as a burden, now I truly believe they are the reason for who I am today. The moments I spent caring and consoling them are what managed to shape and form my beliefs and led me to find ways to manage everything occurring around me.
Crawley Kids Scholarship
Ever since I was a young girl I would constant ask "mami Ellos no tienen nada para comer verdad" talking about the homeless people living around the corner from our apartment. This was where my love for helping others started, by going out with a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to hand out to the individuals that needed it more. Growing up very low income there wasn't many ways I could help the people around me financially, however I always loved seeing the faces of the people when they would see that someone truly cared for them. Knowing the simple gesture of giving someone a warm meal, or a nice change of clothes always brought a smile to my face, which is main reason for my love of volunteering and helping others around me. As I grew older I began helping and volunteering more and more in my community wether it was centered around church or school, It was my safe space. Helping others with people that had the same mindset and goals as me was absolutely incredible, and now all I hope it to continue helping those in need, not just around me but everywhere.