Ever since I entered elementary school full of hopes and aspirations, I was always praised by my parents, they told me that I was nothing like my brother who was constantly failing his high school classes, and everyday when I came home from school I would come back to my brother being scolded about his failures. I was too young to fully grasp why he was being yelled at but those experiences engraved an idea into my head, I couldn’t end up like my brother, that I have to make up for his failures by constantly exceeding school expectations, after all, my parents have always repeated the same sentiments to me, that unlike my brother, I would be the one to go out and do something great, and most importantly go to college, I understood why this mission was so important to my parents, why they had put all their faith in me, I was a symbol of the fruits of their labor, that their journey to build a life here in the United States would result in their children having an ambitious life and that motivated me throughout my earlier childhood years, full of hope and the wildest dreams in my head I put my heart into each assignment, around 2016 I lost my spark, not because I was burnt out, not because I was too busy play games like an ordinary child, no ,my childhood around 2016 wasn’t spent watching cartoons, but instead watching the news,not out of choice,it was how I spent time with my parents. Watching the news, I saw how often violence was committed against immigrants, people who looked like us. Every week brought a new story,another innocent person targeted for their roots. And each time, I didn’t just see a stranger on the screen. I saw my parents,in their eyes, in their voices, I heard the same accent. It felt like they were the ones under attack.​​That’s when I began to uncover a part of human nature the adults around me tried to shield me from. Before, I thought the worst thing someone could do was bully someone.” but what I saw on the news changed that. That’s when I stopped seeing the world as a safe place. I was helpless, I had spent much of my time focusing on academics that I only really learned how to fluently speak English but I struggled to speak Spanish other than a basic understanding, and that came to haunt me all my life, I didn’t know how to communicate with my parents, I can’t talk to my parents for the only way I know how to express my gratitude for them is through my grades. I was raised by fear itself, ,I had to learn how to live with it to the point where I was raised by it, like the way mother nature is relentless towards newborn animals coming into the world, I was cradled by fear itself, taught to be cautious before I ever had the chance to feel safe but it was in that caution that I learned how to protect the people I loved, even when I was powerless. Attending college would not only mean that I would make my parents proud, but for once in my life, I could breathe a sigh of relief, not for my family, but for the chance that I could help make children not experience the same fear I once did.

History is an adult version of fairytales and bedtime stories, from the moment history got introduced to me in elementary I would always rest my head down on the desk, making sure to get cozy as if I was settling in for a storybook, while other kids got sleepy out of boredom, I got sleepy because I was deeply enchanted and drawn in hearing stories of these historical figures who went on to accomplish great things. Just as fairytales leave children with lasting lessons, history has also given me lessons on ambition and perseverance that have inspired me throughout my life. Through history, I have been inspired to pursue law and study historical law cases, analyzing their impacts and how significant it was for the time. This fascination with real world stories eventually led me to create my own digital series where I summarize law cases using my artistic skills and storytelling. I wanted to make legal history feel just as engaging and accessible as the history lessons that once captivated me, the ones that felt like bedtime stories when I was a child. However the more time that had passed, I realized that the bedtime stories that were read to me aloud as a child had characters, characters from series that I recognized and had grown to love and oh how excited I would get when my favorite characters popped up in those bedtime stories, or even how’d I get excited when my favorite historical figures are mentioned throughout my history lessons, that's when I thought, to make the series more engaging, I began blending my personal interests into my storytelling. In episodes covering more lighthearted cases I use familiar characters from games to represent the people involved, helping simplify the case and add a layer of humor. In making law feel like a story worth hearing, I’ve not only educated others ,I’ve reawakened the same wonder that once made me cozy up to the desk as a kid. This urge to study and write about these law cases has made me yearn for more knowledge, to be able to attend a place where I can sit in a library as I write my heart out in my journal, more specifically, I would like to major in political science to become a lawyer, although I still struggle to know which path I'll take, whenever I write, I don't write with a plan, I write whatever words come to mind and I don't stop, there is nothing more I love than blank paper pages,The endless void that is depicted on a simple piece of paper, the kind without any lines, the kind where even the texture isn’t even seeable, just untouched space. To most it may seem discouraging, the start may seem grueling and many feel unmotivated to just begin making something on the blank white space, but to me, I see endless possibility, the more time I spend looking at the blank space. I hope to find my path throughout the time I spend in college the way my writing always seems to come to a proper conclusion. Whether on paper or a screen, my creativity continues to evolve, and I know it’s a skill I’ll carry with me far beyond the page.

Ever since I entered elementary school full of hopes and aspirations, I was always praised by my parents, they told me that I was nothing like my brother who was constantly failing his high school classes, and everyday when I came home from school I would come back to my brother being scolded about his failures. I was too young to fully grasp why he was being yelled at but those experiences engraved an idea into my head, I couldn’t end up like my brother, that I have to make up for his failures by constantly exceeding school expectations, after all, my parents have always repeated the same sentiments to me, that unlike my brother, I would be the one to go out and do something great, and most importantly go to college, I was too busy play games like an ordinary child, no ,my childhood around 2016 wasn’t spent watching cartoons, but instead watching the news,not out of choice,it was how I spent time with my parents. Watching the news, I saw how often violence was committed against immigrants, people who looked like us. Every week brought a new story,another innocent person targeted for their roots. And each time, I didn’t just see a stranger on the screen. I saw my parents,in their eyes, in their voices, I heard the same accent. It felt like they were the ones under attack.​​That’s when I began to uncover a part of human nature the adults around me tried to shield me from. Before, I thought the worst thing someone could do was bully someone.” but what I saw on the news changed that. That’s when I stopped seeing the world as a safe place. I was helpless, I had spent so much of my time focusing on academics that I only really learned how to fluently speak English but I struggled to speak Spanish other than a basic understanding, and that came to haunt me all my life, I didn’t know how to communicate with my parents the true consequences of what this meant, and to this day I struggle to put into words what the current administration is doing, I don’t even know how to tell them to be safe, I can’t talk to my parents for the only way I know how to express my gratitude for them is through my grades. When I was little, I vividly remember drawing a stickman of me as a cop because that was my dream job, I originally wanted to be an officer, but then around middle school I changed my thought process, I realized that the idea of possibly having to shoot someone or push someone to the ground wasn’t something I wanted to do, it scared me, I wanted to deliver justice, make people feel safe while also making sure I don’t get hurt, then I came to a decision, I was gonna be a lawyer, more specifically an immigration lawyer. This came to me when I started to look back on my past, seeing kids cry because their parents didn’t have documentation, I saw myself in them. I felt fearful everyday, trapped, helpless, that one day I wouldn’t see my parents again due to racial profiling.

Ever since I entered elementary school full of hopes and aspirations, I was always praised by my parents, they told me that I was nothing like my brother who was constantly failing his high school classes, and everyday when I came home from school I would come back to my brother being scolded about his failures. I was too young to fully grasp why he was being yelled at but those experiences engraved an idea into my head, I couldn’t end up like my brother, that I have to make up for his failures by constantly exceeding school expectations, after all, my parents have always repeated the same sentiments to me, that unlike my brother, I would be the one to go out and do something great, and most importantly go to college. When I was little, I vividly remember drawing a stickman of me as a cop because that was my dream job, I originally wanted to be an officer, but then around middle school I changed my thought process, I realized that the idea of possibly having to shoot someone or push someone to the ground wasn’t something I wanted to do, it scared me, I wanted to deliver justice, make people feel safe while also making sure I don’t get hurt, then I came to a decision, I was gonna be a lawyer, more specifically an immigration lawyer. This came to me when I started to look back on my past, seeing kids cry because their parents didn’t have documentation, I saw myself in them. I felt fearful everyday, trapped, helpless, that one day I wouldn’t see my parents again due to racial profiling. I was raised by fear itself, ,I had to learn how to live with it to the point where I was raised by it, like the way mother nature is relentless towards newborn animals coming into the world, I was cradled by fear itself, taught to be cautious before I ever had the chance to feel safe but it was in that caution that I learned how to protect the people I loved, even when I was powerless. Attending college would not only mean that I would make my parents proud, but for once in my life, I could breathe a sigh of relief, not for my family, but for the chance that I could help make children not experience the same fear I once did.

Ever since I entered elementary school full of hopes and aspirations, I was always praised by my parents, they told me that I was nothing like my brother who was constantly failing his high school classes, and everyday when I came home from school I would come back to my brother being scolded about his failures. I was too young to fully grasp why he was being yelled at but those experiences engraved an idea into my head, I couldn’t end up like my brother, that I have to make up for his failures by constantly exceeding school expectations, after all, my parents have always repeated the same sentiments to me, that unlike my brother, I would be the one to go out and do something great, and most importantly go to college. When I was little, I vividly remember drawing a stickman of me as a cop because that was my dream job, I originally wanted to be an officer, but then around middle school I changed my thought process, I realized that the idea of possibly having to shoot someone or push someone to the ground wasn’t something I wanted to do, it scared me, I wanted to deliver justice, make people feel safe while also making sure I don’t get hurt, then I came to a decision, I was gonna be a lawyer, more specifically an immigration lawyer. This came to me when I started to look back on my past, seeing kids cry because their parents didn’t have documentation, I saw myself in them. I felt fearful everyday, trapped, helpless, that one day I wouldn’t see my parents again due to racial profiling. I was raised by fear itself, ,I had to learn how to live with it to the point where I was raised by it, like the way mother nature is relentless towards newborn animals coming into the world, I was cradled by fear itself, taught to be cautious before I ever had the chance to feel safe but it was in that caution that I learned how to protect the people I loved, even when I was powerless. Attending college would not only mean that I would make my parents proud, but for once in my life, I could breathe a sigh of relief, not for my family, but for the chance that I could help make children not experience the same fear I once did.

Ever since I entered elementary school full of hopes and aspirations, I was always praised by my parents, they told me that I was nothing like my brother who was constantly failing his classes, and everyday when I came home from school I would come back to my brother being scolded about his failures. I was too young to fully grasp why he was being yelled at but those experiences engraved an idea into my head, I couldn’t end up like my brother, that I have to make up for his failures by constantly exceeding school expectations, after all, my parents have always repeated the same sentiments to me, that unlike my brother, I would be the one to go out and do something great, and most importantly go to college. When I was little, I vividly remember drawing a stickman of me as a cop because that was my dream job, I originally wanted to be an officer, but then around middle school I changed my thought process, I realized that the idea of possibly having to shoot someone or push someone to the ground wasn’t something I wanted to do, it scared me, I wanted to deliver justice, make people feel safe while also making sure I don’t get hurt, then I came to a decision, I was gonna be a lawyer, more specifically an immigration lawyer. This came to me when I started to look back on my past, seeing kids cry because their parents didn’t have documentation, I saw myself in them. I felt fearful everyday, trapped, helpless, that one day I wouldn’t see my parents again due to racial profiling. I was raised by fear itself, ,I had to learn how to live with it to the point where I was raised by it, like the way mother nature is relentless towards newborn animals coming into the world, I was cradled by fear itself, taught to be cautious before I ever had the chance to feel safe but it was in that caution that I learned how to protect the people I loved, even when I was powerless. Attending college would not only mean that I would make my parents proud, but for once in my life, I could breathe a sigh of relief, not for my family, for the chance that I could help make children not experience the same fear I once did.