Hobbies and interests
Student Council or Student Government
Acting And Theater
Advocacy And Activism
Choir
Fitness
National Honor Society (NHS)
Running
Roller Skating
Weightlifting
Karaoke
Board Games And Puzzles
Reading
Social Science
Adventure
Humor
Historical
Politics
Young Adult
Social Issues
I read books daily
FIRST GENERATION STUDENT
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Kiara Bahena
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WinnerKiara Bahena
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Hello, everyone!
My name is Kiara Bahena, and I am the first person in my family to attend college. I was born in a big city, but I grew up in a small Ohio town. When I was younger, I often got sick, and I almost died from pneumonia. Because of my experiences, my ultimate dream in life is to become a pediatric nurse and eventually work my way up and become a nurse practitioner.
Fun fact about me: I'm the daughter of an immigrant. My father is from Mexico, and he received voluntary departure from the United States in 2019. Ever since that occurred, I've lived with just my mom and sister. Any financial assistance for college would be heaven-sent.
In the classroom, I'm a hard worker. My favorite class right now would have to be anatomy/physiology. I'm also part of my university's cross country and track teams, and I have qualified for nationals in both relays and the 800m run!
Outside of college academics and sports, I love admiring nature. My love of nature has resulted in my passion for environmentalism. I have many strong opinions when it comes to the environment, but ending fast fashion may be the one I am most vocal about. I am always trying to raise awareness about fast fashion since it's very relevant and worsening by the day.
Considering my family background, I am also very passionate about advocacy. I will always be an individual who will promote equity and immigrant rights. Raising awareness about current social issues is something I will continue to do for the rest of my life.
Education
University of Saint Francis-Fort Wayne
Bachelor's degree programMajors:
- Registered Nursing, Nursing Administration, Nursing Research and Clinical Nursing
Minors:
- Psychology, General
- Health and Medical Administrative Services
GPA:
4
Wayne Trace High School
High SchoolGPA:
4
Miscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Graduate schools of interest:
Transfer schools of interest:
Majors of interest:
- Registered Nursing, Nursing Administration, Nursing Research and Clinical Nursing
Test scores:
31
ACT
Career
Dream career field:
Medical Practice
Dream career goals:
Salesperson
Three Rivers Running Company2024 – Present9 monthsHead Lifeguard
Paulding Water Park2022 – 20231 yearPersonal Care Assistant
Country Inn Enhanced Living2023 – 2023
Sports
Cross-Country Running
Varsity2019 – Present5 years
Awards
- Regional Qualifier
- All-Conference Academic Team
- First Team GMC
- Conference Champion
Track & Field
Varsity2020 – Present4 years
Awards
- State Champion
- All-District Team
- All-Regional Team
- Academic All-Ohio
- State Runner-Up
- MVP Distance Runner
Softball
Varsity2019 – 20201 year
Arts
Wayne Trace High School
Visual Arts2019 – 2022Wayne Trace High School
TheatreTarzan, Willy Wonka2019 – 2021
Public services
Volunteering
5k Committee — Head of Committee2022 – PresentVolunteering
Bargain Bin of Paulding County — Organize, Gather, and Sort Donations2022 – PresentVolunteering
Meals on Wheels — Deliver2021 – 2021Volunteering
Community Harvest Food Bank — Organizer2021 – 2021
Future Interests
Advocacy
Volunteering
Philanthropy
Ken Landry Memorial Scholarship
My athletic journey began well over a decade ago in preschool. Soccer was my absolute favorite sport; it was something that I just had a knack for. The sport itself provided me with teammates who became best friends. I played soccer with the same individuals for six years. I dreamed of playing in college someday, but those dreams came to a halt when my family moved to Ohio.
I entered an unfamiliar school with new people (any child would have been nervous); however, I was mostly disappointed I would no longer be able to play soccer. The closest league was now an hour away, so I had to switch directions and pick up a new sport. Softball was the only option.
When I first started softball, there was one word that could accurately describe my performance: terrible. The concept of swinging a bat and trying to hit a ball in midair did not click. Weeks passed before I actually hit a ball that was not foul. With lots of practice and dedication, I soon became decent at softball (especially when bunting or stealing bases). I always seemed too fast for the other team to catch. I began to realize I had a gift when it came to running.
Going into junior high, I was interested in cross-country. There were sports meetings held with coaches when we went to visit the junior high, but the cross-country coach was nowhere to be seen. Out of fear of embarrassment, I ran over to where the cheer coach stood. I ended up doing cheer and softball seventh-grade year. Finally, after much anticipation, I discovered the joy of cross-country right before eighth-grade year started.
Running provided me with an outlet for stress, anxiety, anger, and anger throughout the remainder of my high school career. When my father left the United States due to voluntary departure, running was there for me. I did not have to explain my emotions to running, nor did it ask me uncomfortable questions. Running let me be free. As soon as I laced up my shoes and started my quick steps, my restless brain shut off.
After my father left the US, I realized how much joy cross-country brought me. I decided to finally try track and field sophomore year— I loved every moment. I was fortunate enough to win two state titles (4x4 relay) during high school, and I qualified for state eight times. Now, I am a college athlete pursuing athletic and academic dreams at the NAIA level.
Making a positive impact on others is something I strive to do both now as a teammate and competitor and in the future as a provider and coworker. Shaking hands before and after a race is just one habit I have instilled in me as an athlete. Grabbing water cups for exhausted competitors is my favorite act of compassion. When I look forward to the future, however, I just picture myself as a nurse.
I aspire to be an advocate for those who cannot advocate for themselves. As the daughter of an immigrant, I have seen the way some people treat minorities in healthcare. Unfortunately, there are many nurses, doctors, etc. who hold prejudices against certain populations whether it be for language, appearance, or religion. It hurt my heart to see how people treated my father when they heard his thick accent. I wonder how they would have treated him behind closed doors had I not been there.
Sports have shaped me into someone who values advocacy and desires success for not just herself, but the others around her, too.
Community Health Ambassador Scholarship for Nursing Students
When I was a little girl, I nearly died from a life-threatening case of pneumonia. I was forced to stay in the hospital for about two weeks—two weeks of constantly gasping for air only to feel like I was suffocating. My condition became so severe that at one point, doctors pulled my mother aside to offer counseling services for parents in her "situation." The whole thing was both a terrible and frightening experience for the whole family, but I eventually recovered and was able to leave the hospital alive and well.
I can’t remember very much about each individual day I spent in the hospital; however, I can very distinctly remember my nurses Sarah and Rachel. Sarah and Rachel were patient and kind nurses: real life superheroes. Every time they entered my room, they always greeted me with a smile (sometimes I was even given stuffed animals and finger puppets). Regardless of the materialistic gifts I received from my nurses for getting through daily shots, their kindness was the most valued gift of all.
To be honest, I can't picture myself in any other career besides nursing. All of my life, I’ve undergone hardships that have prepared me for the strenuous aspects of nursing. Every time I get knocked down I get back up, and I know that my resilience can be a game changer in whatever hospital I work at. Nursing will allow me to have a variety of options when it comes to specializations, as well. Every day will be different. I’m always wanting to constantly be the best I can possibly be (not just for myself, but for others around me). Nursing is constantly changing as a career field—and I’m ready to be a part of that change. I want to be the light in someone’s life when their days are dark. I want to help those who can’t help themselves. Everyone needs a Sarah and Rachel, and I will be someone’s nurse Kiara.
As a nurse, I aspire to be an advocate for those who cannot advocate for themselves. I am the daughter of an immigrant, and I have seen the way some people treat minorities in healthcare. Unfortunately, there are many nurses, doctors, etc. who hold prejudices against certain populations whether it be for language, appearance, or religion. It hurt my heart to see how people treated my father when they heard his thick accent. If I hadn't been in the room with him at some appointments, I wonder how they would have treated him behind closed doors.
I am always doing my best to increase my cultural awareness and create a welcoming environment for everyone. Increasing healthcare accessibility is also something I look forward to as my career continues. I can definitely see myself dabbling with community nursing and working to help out vulnerable populations. Just as my childhood nurses Sarah and Rachel treated me with kindness, I would love to do the same unto others.
Nursing Student Scholarship
When I was a little girl, I nearly died from a life-threatening case of pneumonia. I was forced to stay in the hospital for about two weeks—two weeks of constantly gasping for air only to feel like I was suffocating. My condition became so severe that at one point, doctors pulled my mother aside to offer counseling services for parents in her "situation." The whole thing was both a terrible and frightening experience for the whole family, but I eventually recovered and was able to leave the hospital alive and well.
I can’t remember very much about each individual day I spent in the hospital; however, I can very distinctly remember my nurses Sarah and Rachel. Sarah and Rachel were patient and kind nurses: real-life superheroes. Every time they entered my room, they always greeted me with a smile (sometimes I was even given stuffed animals and finger puppets). Regardless of the materialistic gifts I received from my nurses for getting through daily shots, their kindness was the most valued gift of all. Although it sounds cliché, the most contagious thing in a hospital is likely a smile. Even when the pain took over my body, a smile helped numb it all away.
To be honest, I can't picture myself in any other career besides nursing. All of my life, I’ve undergone hardships that have prepared me for the strenuous aspects of nursing. One of the hardest things I endured was when my father left the United States due to voluntary departure. He had lived in the US for nearly twenty years, was married to my mother, had two children, and paid taxes; however, he was still not a citizen in the eyes of the law. For four years, I never saw my father in person. Despite all the heartache and stress, I did my best to stay strong for my little sister and mom. I've always taken pride in being resilient.
Entering nursing will allow me to have a variety of options when it comes to specializations. Every day will be different. I’m always wanting to constantly be the best I can possibly be (not just for myself, but for others around me). Nursing is constantly changing as a career field—and I’m ready to be a part of that change. I want to be the light in someone’s life when their days are dark. I want to help those who can’t help themselves. Everyone needs a Sarah and Rachel.
I will be someone’s Nurse Kiara.
Sharen and Mila Kohute Scholarship
When I first moved to Ohio in 2016, I felt like a complete outsider. My new community didn’t welcome anyone with differences. I had a different last name from everyone else and didn’t know who was related to who (if I’m being honest, I still don’t know everyone’s family trees). Personally, I don’t think it’s my responsibility to know everyone else’s background and family affairs. I’m not sure if that mindset is small-town driven, or just because everyone else in this county is nosy.
My father is an immigrant from Mexico, and he had to leave the United States in 2019 due to voluntary departure. When he left, my heart was shattered. It took me years to pick up the pieces. I spent time in counseling until we could no longer afford it. We started using food bank services to make sure we’d have dinner; I started getting free lunches at school, too. I was a child forced to grow up too fast and often felt overwhelmed with school, sports, and home life.
Regardless of the hardships, I went to school every day and played the role of the perfect student. Getting good grades made me feel like I was above all the bad things happening to me. School was the one thing I felt would go my way. When I left the classroom, I’d go to practice and be the greatest athlete I could be. I lived my days on repeat and everything went by in a blur. It was like I was repeating the same level on a video game over and over—that was until I met my sophomore biology teacher Ms. T.
Ms. T was different from everyone else around me. She was spunky and witty. She didn’t care about the last names of her students. She didn’t care who you were related to or if your parents were on the school board. She expected effort from everyone in the room. Ms. T was the first teacher I had encountered that didn’t question my last name. I was just another name on the list to her—a student like everyone else. Sophomore advanced biology was a blank page for me to write on. A room where I didn’t have to be something I wasn’t.
As time went on, I realized how much I truly appreciated Ms. T. Although we lived in an extremely conservative community, she showed me that there were others like me. Of course, she never flat-out said, “Hey guys! I’m a raging liberal different from all of you!” That would be severely frowned upon, and it would also make her like all the other teachers at my school (who mock people that aren’t conservative). However, there were times I could just sense Ms. T was like me. It was the small things like acknowledging climate change and global warming that helped me feel seen. It was science, evidence-based material not derived from people’s opinions and closed minds.
Flash forward to senior year and Ms. T is someone I confide in. She has always been there to encourage me when I’m having doubts about college. Ms. T has helped me gain confidence in myself and my abilities. She is the first person I go to for recommendation letters and advice. I’ve told her my family story and she never judged. Never once did she say my father getting voluntary departure was “his fault.” Instead, she showed me empathy. In biology, there are chaperonins—specialized proteins that help other proteins fold correctly and perform at their fullest potential.
Ms. T is my chaperonin.
Tim Watabe Doing Hard Things Scholarship
In 2019, my family was robbed; someone very important was stolen from our home. Dad received voluntary departure and was forced to leave the country.
Life was already a struggle being the child of an immigrant in a judgmental community—constantly ridiculed for having a different last name, speaking another language, and valuing other beliefs. But to hear incessantly, “You’re gonna get deported like your dad,” was more than just a struggle; it was a heavy reminder that I could never be seen as an equal. Although I was born in the US, I’ve been called an “alien” and other slurs I won’t repeat since moving to Ohio. And before I moved to Ohio, I was the "white-washed girl” at my Spanish elementary school.
The grim reality of being a Mexican-American? A constant battle of never being enough and wondering what “side" will be accepted. Dad always reminded me that I never had to prove my worth to anyone. He'd say, “Mija, you are the best of both worlds.”
I never understood why Dad referred to different nationalities as “worlds.” But when he was forced to leave this country, both of mine came crashing down. Losing my dad to voluntary departure felt like losing a part of myself—a part now over 2,000 miles away.
A house without Dad was a new world, not a home. A place where I had to grow up too fast. I found myself drowning in new responsibilities while trying to help keep my mom afloat. Mom left for work at 4:30 AM every day, so I woke my sister up at 6 AM and ensured we didn’t miss the bus. I struggled to simultaneously teach myself my sister and I’s schoolwork since I didn’t want to bother Mom. I filled out papers for free lunch and updated emergency contact information because Mom was already constantly exhausted. I lied about my mental health because I knew Mom couldn’t afford my counseling anymore. I stopped eating at home because I didn’t want her to spend money on groceries, and I hated feeling like a burden. Plus, if people at school discovered we went to the food bank, I’d be called a “charity case.”
For about a year and a half, that was my philosophy. I didn’t want to accept help, and I didn't want anyone to know my situation. I was infatuated with other people’s opinions of me to the point where I wanted to change my surname. Not because it was particularly displeasing, but because it was a dead giveaway I was Mexican. I didn’t want to be called “illegal'' too.
Nearly three years have passed since Dad was stolen from our home. He’s missed a myriad of experiences like birthdays and games, but he’s also missed me learning to love myself—all of myself. Looking back now, it breaks my heart that a fourteen-year-old girl thought she was insignificant because of an unattainable standard fabricated by the world around her. I’ve come to realize this world and the people in it can be very cruel.
And that’s okay.
Because now my self-worth is no longer defined by degrading remarks made by uneducated individuals who know nothing about me or my story. I have learned the beauty of diversity in my self and friend group. My experiences taught me that not all people are evil. And while asking for help may be difficult, it does not make me weak. I've been able to form stronger connections with others through my hardships. Now, I am inspired to unapologetically create and live my future.
No one can steal that away.
Larry Darnell Green Scholarship
Hi!
My name is Kiara Bahena—I’m a senior at Wayne Trace High School. I’m a lover of many things including running, poetry, and cats. I’m involved in many school extracurriculars and activities, and I’m always on the move. I live in the small town of Payne, Ohio with my mom and younger sister. Our household wasn’t always a single-parent home. I was fortunate enough to have both parents in the house until 2019.
Our family lost my father to voluntary departure in the year of 2019. To be honest, it’s no better than deportation. My father paid taxes and had a job. He had two children of his own. He was married to my mother for 15 years, but that was not enough to stay in the country he called home. No amount of love and establishment was enough to make him a “true citizen” in the eyes of the government.
Being a child in a single-parent household is hard; that’s the best way I can describe it. My family was never rich, but we were comfortable. For the past three years, however, our household has been drowning in financial troubles. My family doesn’t have the luxury of coughing up 15 dollars for a t-shirt being sold at school. We don’t go out to eat or on vacations like other families in our area. Those actions just aren’t plausible.
I think what hurts the most is that people around my area don’t understand.
No, I don’t have a debit card that my mother puts money on.
No, I can’t go out to eat with you.
No, my parents didn’t buy me a car.
Yes, I have to pay for my own gas.
Sometimes I find myself extremely envious of others around me. I wish I had the financial luxury of going out to eat once a week with my friends. I wish I could just ask my mom for 15 dollars for a Glowcoming Dance Shirt. I wish I could ask my mom for gas money.
But I can’t. How can I ask my mother for such frivolous things when she’s already given me life and much more? She does so much for my sister and me.
Our single-parent household has taught me how to work for the things I want. I don’t expect handouts from anyone. When it comes to schoolwork and sports, I always try my hardest to succeed. I strive to be the golden child so my mom doesn’t have to add another stressor to her plate. At times I can overwork myself and need to take a step back, but I never give up and always come back stronger. I’ve always wanted to go to college despite no one else in my family ever attending. Losing dad was just fuel to my fire of wanting to achieve the most in life. As the daughter of an immigrant, I know what sacrifice and determination look like.
Although the majority of my current community isn’t diverse, there are existing minority groups who don’t have a voice. I want to advocate for others both like me and unlike me. Racism is a problem at my current school, and I became tired of mistreatment from others. I became the President of the Spanish Club my junior year and started advocating for minority students. By using testimonies and joining students together, we were able to raise awareness and make overdue changes. I want to give awareness and knowledge to my community. Although it’s not a food drive, instilling equity is something that can change the lives of everyone in my community.
Robin G. Thomas Sizemore Memorial Scholarship
WinnerHello!
My name is Kiara Bahena and I’m a senior at Wayne Trace High School. I’m a lover of many things including running, poetry, and cats. I’m very involved in school extracurriculars and activities, and I always feel like I need to be doing something (although I do like to relax once in a while). I live in the small town of Payne, Ohio with my mom and younger sister. Our household wasn’t always a single-parent home. I was fortunate enough to have both parents in the house until 2019.
My father left the United States in 2019 on voluntary departure. To be honest, it’s no better than deportation. Dad paid taxes and had a job. He had two children. He was married to my mom for 15 years, but that was not enough to stay in the country he called home. All that love and establishment wasn’t enough to make him a true “citizen.”
If I’m being honest, I don’t know how I’ll react if I ever see Dad in person again. I’ve learned how to drive, worked as a lifeguard, and grown physically and mentally since he’s been gone. Part of me wants to say I’d cry and run to his arms like I did when I was young; however, another part of me thinks I’d shrink awkwardly into his arms while we share an embrace. I know that I love my dad, but I also know that I’m almost an adult now who has learned to take care of herself. I’ve come to accept hard realities; my family has been drowning in financial problems for years.
How am I supposed to forget the one that started our capsizing?
When my dad left, Mom was burdened with far more responsibilities than before. I could see the stress and hurt in her eyes every single day (and still do). It broke my heart to see my mom working herself to death. All I’ve ever wanted was to make my mom proud.
My mom is a driven woman who will do anything for my sister and me. She has always done her absolute best to give us the world and more. She is a woman who wakes up at 3 AM for work every day and still manages to find time to watch my sister and I's sporting events. Mom is my biggest supporter and number one fan. She is my rock, and I don’t know where I’d be without her.
My little sister is the polar opposite of me. She’s quiet and doesn’t care too much for school or sports. I’m also convinced she’s addicted to her phone. Regardless of what she likes and dislikes, I love her very much. As we’ve grown up together, however, I’ve noticed that we have far more similarities than I initially thought. We both enjoy a night of staying in rather than going out. We both like coloring and singing. And most importantly, we both love our family immensely.
I dream of taking my mom on a vacation to Sardinia. Sardinia is a beautiful island in the Mediterranean Sea. The island of Sardinia is known for its beautiful beaches and fascinating history. I would love for my mom to just lay in a beach chair and close her eyes as she falls asleep to the sound of waves. Mom also loves to tan (don’t be fooled she burns half the time and calls it a tan). Even when she burns, my mother is still happy in the sun.
Any vacation where my mom is happy and relaxing would be a dream come true.
Dog Owner Scholarship
Throughout my lifetime, I’ve owned a total of three dogs. When I was a little girl, I had my dogs Molly and Fuzzy. Molly was a black lab and her brother Fuzzy was a Chow Chow mixed with some other breed I don’t know the name of. Although they weren’t from the same litter, I always said they were part of the same family. My two childhood dogs were my best friends. I’d come home from school and they would be the first ones to greet me. I’d be getting ready for bed and those two would be the last ones I would see before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
Molly and Fuzzy were always my partners in crime during all the mischievous acts I would commit as a child. I could always count on them to make a mess with me. Those two dogs were the ones who helped me develop my extroverted personality and knack for fun chaos. Unfortunately, both of them passed away in 2018. Molly passed away first, and Fuzzy followed her (as he always did) about two weeks later. It happened around the holidays which really hurt, but I found comfort in knowing they were in a far better place.
Now, my family has another dog, and her name is also Molly. Originally, we named her Molly 2.0, but I don’t think it’s even right to compare her to the old Molly because the two dogs are so different in the best ways. Molly is almost 3 years old, and she is a purebred English Mastiff. To put it simply, Molly is a big girl with a big attitude. She weighs more than me, and she thinks that she’s a lap dog. Sometimes, I’m fully convinced that Molly is a human being by the way she sits on the couch and barks when things don’t go her way.
Life with Molly has been nothing short of chaotic. When we first got Molly, she was just a puppy from some breeders who were just giving dogs away. She was extremely timid when we first brought her to our house. Now, she’s very outspoken and extremely high energy. Whenever I’m having a bad day, I swear that Molly just knows. She doesn’t come upstairs very often and lay in my bed, but when she does, it’s when I didn’t have the best day and just want someone around. Molly makes a great weighted foot warmer and pillow.
Molly has taught me how to enjoy life and all its messes. Sometimes I find myself getting upset over the smallest things, but Molly’s nonchalant attitude always reminds me to just get over myself. When the mud of life gets thrown your way, just remember that clothes can be washed and an inconvenience is not the end of the world. Things can always get better. What really matters is how we respond to anger and the events that annoy us.
All my dogs in life have taught me a great deal about myself and life in general. They taught me how to love and how to be loved. They taught me compassion and patience. They taught me how to relax when things seem overwhelming. And most importantly, my dogs showed me how enjoyable the beautiful chaos of life can be.
I’ve learned that life (just maybe) isn’t so ruff after all.
Mental Health Importance Scholarship
Many individuals often overlook mental health. There’s sometimes a misconception that if something can’t be seen with the naked eye, then it simply doesn’t exist; however, this could not be further from the truth. Wi-fi connections can’t visually be seen, but we obviously know they exist because we get upset when they’re not working properly. In my opinion, mental health follows the same concept. While you can’t always visually see the signs of poor or stable mental health, they exist—and they are valid.
To me, mental health is physical health; they go hand in hand with one another. When my mental health isn’t doing the best, neither is my body. One example I think many people may understand or relate to is stress. When I’m stressed, I often feel sick. I don’t necessarily throw up or run a fever, but I do get headaches, migraines, and stomach aches. The mental hurt often translates into physical pain.
This is why my mental health (and mental health in general) is so important. Mental health can affect my body in both good and bad ways, and that’s why it’s important to me to make sure that I take care of my mental health. If I don’t take care of my mind and mental wellness, then I will risk hurting my body, too. My negative thoughts can morph into headaches; these headaches can take away all my motivations and hinder both my academic and athletic performances. If I’m not in the right headspace during a test, my score will show it. If my mental health isn’t the greatest before a cross country race, my time will show it, and my body will face the consequences, as well.
I’d be lying if I said that I was perfect at maintaining my mental wellness; however, I would like to think my life-long learning process is getting better day by day. One thing I love to do in order to maintain my mental wellness is run. When I go for a run, I find that all my worries fade away with each stride I take. The sound of my feet hitting the pavement, track, trail, etc. hypnotizes me and brings my mind to a better, healthier place. Running is my greatest stress reliever, and I will be continuing to run competitively in cross country and track when I go to college.
Another thing I love to do for my mental health is cook. The actual process of cooking is extremely therapeutic to me. The smells and aromas from the food put me in a happy trance that keeps my mind at ease. Cooking and creating a meal reminds me of when I would build with Lincoln Logs as a child. The differences with cooking, however, are that the possibilities are truly endless (the same ingredients can be used in so many different combinations), and I get to eat the finished product that I create. Nourishing my body with a home cooked meal quickly improves my mental health. Whether it’s the actual process or the finished product, both are extremely rewarding to me and keep me happy.
Mental health is so important because it affects so many aspects of life. Whenever I discard my mental health, my body pays the price just like my mind. Sacrificing mental health is sacrificing not just physical health, but opportunities and relationships with others, too. By participating in activities like running and cooking, I’m able to maintain my mental health which in turn positively affects my physical health, academics, and relationships with others—that’s why my mental health is important to me.
Pamela Gammon Photography Scholarship
I live in a small Ohio town with my mom and younger sister. It’s been just us girls for three years. In late 2019, my father accepted voluntary departure and left the United States. Honestly, it’s no better than deportation. He was married to Mom for 15 years and had two children. Dad paid taxes and had a job. He called this country his home for 20 years, but that was not enough to stay. Dad currently lives with his family in the city of Temixco located in the state of Morelos. He has a job and works in Mexico City. However, the income he earns doesn’t help us financially. He uses his hard-earned pesos to support himself and his family in Mexico. Our family spent everything we had in an effort to get Dad released on bond; it was all in vain. Losing his income hit hard, but we’ve managed to survive thanks to P-EBT cards, food banks, and free lunches. We are unsure if Dad will ever return home, but we remain hopeful as the days pass.
A house without Dad was a new world, not a home. I found myself drowning in responsibilities trying to help keep my mom afloat. Mom left for work at 4:30 AM everyday, so I woke my sister up at 6 AM and ensured we didn’t miss the bus. I struggled to simultaneously teach myself my sister and I’s academics since I didn’t want to bother Mom with homework questions. I filled out papers for free lunch and updated emergency contact information because Mom was constantly exhausted. I lied about my mental health because I knew Mom couldn’t afford my counseling. I stopped eating at home because I didn’t want her to spend money on groceries, and I hated feeling like a charity case. Fortunately, I was able to change my mindset and escape that mental rut.
I’ve led fundraising efforts for the Bargain Bin of Paulding County. The Bargain Bin is a local non-profit organization in my community, and all proceeds earned by the organization go toward Paulding County Hospital. Donating to the Bargain Bin is a great way to support local healthcare workers and providers in the community. Since May 2021, I’ve coordinated multiple fundraising efforts for the Bargain Bin through clothing drives. In total, I’ve collected about 2,300 clothing items and 100 miscellaneous items. Likewise, I’ve also been able to improve my community by raising awareness about relevant issues like fast fashion.
Fast fashion clothing copies current trends and is quickly and cheaply produced. It appeals to consumers because of the low cost. The actual price of fast fashion, however, is more than individuals realize. Fast fashion companies exploit laborers through poor working conditions and long hours. They steal designs from smaller artists. Fast fashion companies harm the environment with each garment they produce. Toxic chemicals and dyes are released when the clothing is produced, and the clothing itself eventually ends up in landfills where it'll take hundreds of years to degrade. When I hosted clothing drives to gather donations for the Bargain Bin, I used them as a way to educate others about fast fashion and advocate for sustainable consumerism. By showing people statistics, articles, and essays about fast fashion companies and their clothing, I was able to help people realize how important the issue really was. Many individuals who participated in the clothing drives promised me they would shop more sustainably and practice more mindful consumerism. By continuing services like clothing drives, I will continue to positively impact individuals within my community.
Your Dream Music Scholarship
To me, the song with the most important message is "Always" by Francois Klark. I first heard this song in 2020 while I was watching the movie Feel the Beat on Netflix. It's an emotional, heartfelt song with a meaning that may not be analyzed the first time it's heard.
When I first heard the song, I thought it was about someone singing to their lover. "You are always the one I long for, Always the one I feel by my side." Yes, at first listen, this song completely resembles a love song. The lyrics depict one singing to their lover in earnest; however, this song is not a love song to a lover, but it is a love song to the self.
The song "Always" is about accepting and loving oneself. Francois Klark himself said, "The song deals with how we often try to fight against or hide something that is so intrinsically part of who we are as individuals in order to fit in or be accepted by others, or often even ourselves."
When I first moved to Ohio, I began to hide everything I could about myself because I was different from others around me. I came from a diverse background and had an immigrant for a father. I feared no one would accept me for who I was.
Years later, some people still haven't accepted me, but some individuals have.
And that's what matters.
"And I've been running from my shadow, Lock away what I wrote, As I try to find a way to you."
I have found comfort in myself. I no longer run from my shadow, and I know I don't need anyone else's approval but my own.
Dashanna K. McNeil Memorial Scholarship
When I was younger, I nearly died from a life threatening case of pneumonia. I was forced to stay in the hospital for about two weeks. My condition became so severe that at one point, doctors pulled my mother aside to offer counseling services for parents in her "situation." It was both a terrible and frightening experience for the whole family, but I eventually did recover and was able to leave the hospital alive and well. I can’t remember very much about each individual day I spent in the hospital; however, I can very distinctly remember my nurses Sarah and Rachel.
Sarah and Rachel were patient and kind nurses: real life superheroes. Every time they entered my room, they always greeted me with a smile (sometimes I was even given stuffed animals and finger puppets). Regardless of the materialistic gifts I received from my nurses for getting through daily shots, their kindness was the most valued gift of all.
Even when I was enduring the most painful moments of my life (being poked in the arms and legs with needles incessantly to keep my fluids and health in check), I still felt supported and cared for because of my nurses. The two weeks I spent in the hospital on my deathbed gave me a newfound appreciation for nurses—pediatric nurses in particular.
For my future career goals, I’d like to pursue my Bachelor of Science in Nursing degree and become a pediatric nurse. Along with majoring in nursing, I would also like to attain a minor in Spanish. With a minor in Spanish, I would be able to communicate with more individuals (not just patients, but also my own family in Mexico). At college, I hope to gain lots of clinical experience in diverse settings with diverse people. After obtaining my BSN, I plan on working as an RN and gaining field experience and then eventually returning for my masters degree with the hope of becoming a pediatric nurse practitioner.
My desire for becoming a nurse goes beyond just helping people out. I want to be the person that others rely on when times are tough. When a day turns sour and it seems like all hope is lost, I want to be the light that keeps others out of the dark. I know being in the hospital can be scary for many people; it may even be the darkest time of their life. Children (especially) need a special type of nurse to care for them. I want to be that nurse.
Nursing isn’t just a profession: it’s a lifestyle, and I’m ready to live it and change the lives of many children and their families.
Jennifer Webb-Cook Gameplan Scholarship
In late 2019, my father accepted voluntary departure and left the United States. To be honest, it’s really no better than deportation. He was married to my mother for about 15 years and had two children (my sister and I). My dad paid taxes and had a job. He played soccer with his friends on the weekend. He called this country his home for nearly 20 years, but that was not enough to stay. Dad currently lives with his family in the city of Temixco which is located in the state of Morelos. He has a job at a car dealership and works in Mexico City. The money and income he earns, however, does not help us financially in any way. He uses his hard-earned pesos to support himself and his family in Mexico. After my father was relocated, we were left with lawyers to pay. Our family had spent everything we had in an effort to get Dad released on bond. It was all in vain—thousands of dollars in vain. Losing his income hit hard, but we’ve managed to get by for nearly three years thanks to things like P-EBT cards, food banks, and free lunches. We are unsure when or if Dad will ever be able to come home, but we remain hopeful and optimistic as the days go by.
The community I'm in right now doesn't understand anything about single parent households. The idea that someone may not have both a mom and dad is "foreign." I've received a lot of judgement because of my living situation and heritage; however, I've learned to grow thicker skin and love my diverse background. Since Mom is the only parent in our home, she is constantly burdened with heavy decisions. Which bill should be paid first? Can our family make it through the week without getting more groceries? The stress can be overwhelming, and that's why I've been so dedicated to running.
I'm a member of the Cross Country and Track and Field teams at my high school. Running is my sweet escape. It is the ultimate stress reliever. When I'm running, I feel free. I don't feel the pressures of the world, nor do I feel the stress of my living situation. My feet hitting pavement is the one sound that can make a bad day good. Sports have been my outlet for improving not just my physical health, but my mental health, as well. I've made so many friendships from running, and I am now planning to pursue running in college. The best part about running is that I can truly do it anywhere: all I need is a pair of shoes (although also having a ponytail is preferred).
My sports have taught me discipline, but they have also given me more motivation to succeed in life. Whenever I have a cross country or track meet, my mom does her best to be there. Even after working for sometimes 10 hours a day, she still shows up. She's seen me not just at my worst after a terrible race, but also at my best after winning a state championship with my 4x4 relay team.
Sports have filled not just my heart, but my single-parent household with complete love and support.
Share Your Poetry Scholarship
Control
We can dream of all the things,
Things we wish to be,
But that just won’t do it,
People are not poetry.
You have to make it happen,
And be one who’s grown,
Shoot for your goals and the stars,
And make those goals your own.
Don’t try to be something you’re not,
That’s not who you were born to be,
You were born to be original,
Not someone’s copy.
So work for what you want,
To make your dreams come true,
No one else is controlling that,
The one in control is you.
-k.b.