When I was ten and finally understood the exhaustibility of money, my grandfather made a bank account for me. He directed his serious gaze at my quizzical face soft with ignorance and explained that he would match my deposits until I graduated high school. Though I understood the concept of money as a resource, I did not see the value in my grandfather’s proclamation because I was complacent with my parent’s customary financial support. Thus, I profligated my money, using it for superficially gratifying material because I was not only entitled, but distracted by the alluring rush of instant gain. This led to careless spending that increased my mound of toys and stagnated my desolate bank account. As I matured, I began to realize the frivolity of material and developed a desire to enrich my notion of happiness so that it no longer banked on possessions. Additionally, I became more aware of my unavoidable future as an adult who would require adequate income for survival and ample income for comfort. The shift dispelled my close-mindedness and juvenile avarice and prompted me toward pragmatism and ambition. The chief component of my transformation was when I drew a comparison between my excessive material of ephemeral interest to a prosperous, stable future. Where one was fleeting and ultimately fruitless, the other was worthwhile and advantageous. Once I adopted a financially sage mindset, every occasion that resulted in monetary gain was ensued by mindful deposits. My episodic income was split between my official bank account, my personal savings, and, thanks to my mother’s compassionate teachings, charity donations. I learned to cherish each penny because, though minute in isolation, together through consistent procurement, they grew robust and flourished. My conceptualization of money as payment for work finally reflected the interdependent dynamic between effort and reward. I made money through chores that were worth the temporary unpleasantness, for the accompanying tedium, strain, and boredom mitigated when they were viewed as mere prerequisites for a redeeming reward. Money became a rousing motive to tackle discomfort-ridden chores because it was esteemed as a precursor to coveted financial stability. Once I was a Senior in high school, I had saved 2,000 dollars, half from my personal income and the remaining from my grandfather's matching. In retrospect, I can recall all the instances where I was tempted to dip into my savings for a fugacious indulgence. Had I caved, I would have invited a mentality amenable to rash excuses for the sake of superficial pleasure. My self-control conditioned me to approach spending with prudence because I learned to judge the desirability of merchandise by questioning whether it was worthy of my hard-earned money. If I deemed that my labor warranted a prize of better quality, I knew to save my money for a more special purchase. What’s more, by fastidiously pondering my options and comparing them to more fulfilling rewards, such as college tuition, I ensured that my money would grant me a path of superior quality and promise. I am grateful that I was surrounded by financially wise influences who instilled the values of saving into their prodigal-bound youngster at an early age. The money that I managed to save from the accumulation of my earlier years remains in my savings and now serves as backup support in the case of an emergency. Now that I am in college, I feel reassured to have a dependable alternative that would abate some financial concerns. Thanks to my early lesson on saving, I developed a precious vigilance that will serve me for my imminent financial autonomy.

My name is Annabella Cianciulli and I originally come from Dallas, Texas where I spent all of my youth playing imaginary princess and adorning myself in offensively vibrant ruffled tutus. I have always been inclined to the fine arts from music, to dance, to theater, to visual art. All through elementary school, I attended Rosemont which excelled in the fine arts and taught its students the value of creative exploration. I appreciate my school for opening up the world of creative arts because it helped breed my eagerness to experience novelty, be adventurous, and express myself freely. I was able to involve myself in dance recitals, plays, art exhibits, choir and musical concerts all thanks to the fruitful and inspiring curricular values of my school. My early exposure laid down a path toward both music and visual arts venturing outside of school terrain and into my personal recreation. Choir was my unfaltering passion paired with visual arts. I joined a professional choir at the age of twelve and climbed up the totem pole until I was sixteen when I took a break to focus on visual arts. In high school, I attended my final two years at Booker. T where I specialized in visual arts and took music classes on the side. Though I was technically a visual conservatory member, I had a raging passion for music and entered two of my school’s choirs along with Music Theory and Songwriting. To boot, I was also in hot pursuit of becoming a pianist as I had a revelation during COVID-19 that stimulated my mental gears toward self-improvement. At the start of COVID-19, I was caught in a web of stagnation and restlessness, needing a goal to reignite my passion for living. I found that in the piano and dedicated innumerable hours to practicing so that I could excel rapidly and conquer ambitious goals. Fast-forward to now, I am still equally bewitched by the dazzling universe of music. Though I am not actively pursuing a music degree, I aspire to get my Ph.D. in piano performance once I complete my bachelor's in Humanities. Music-making is not commonly viewed as one of the most necessary jobs on our planet, in fact, it is often misstated as inauspicious, unsuccessful and unlucrative. This notion is a devastating travesty to me because music is universal, omnipresent, and a remedy that fortifies humanity. From an informed and open-minded light, music is like the creative version of doctors because it is the musicians that, rather than with medicines and tools, but with instruments, mend our emotional wounds and restore our spirits. Where we go to doctors to heal our physical injuries, we turn to music to mellow our frustration and to amplify our bliss. Music is vital in a world dense with emotional turbulence and writhing aggravation because it guides us into a sound headspace where we can refresh and return to reality as recomposed individuals. Furthermore, music acts as a mass invitation to unify society in mutual celebration. Through unification in shared passion for music, we are relinquishing our oppositions and rejoicing as members of humanity, as enjoyers of music, not adversaries, not opponents. I want to contribute to this phenomenal practice that has revitalized countless souls in desolation and returned them to peace of mind. The beauty of it all is that behind the catharsis, there is the rapturous creation of sounds produced by my hands, capable of feats parallel to doctors. With my aspired career, I hope that I may ease a wary humanity by reminding them of one of life's most pleasurable gifts.

“Nana” touched me in a way no other anime has as every character is so saliently depicted that they feel like people plucked from reality. The show's myriad of colorful cast members, all with their complex foibles and admirable strengths, is a powerful force that stirs my soul and beckons forth my gushing empathy. The narration employs an unfiltered emotional honesty that creates psychological duality, sophistication, and intrigue in its characters. My heart is lured in by the enigma of each character’s psyche as they traverse their fictional realm with resentment, elation, dismay, and endless other visceral feelings. “Nana” is also highly pertinent to reality, dealing with drug abuse, relationship strife, romance troubles, infidelity, prostitution, anxiety, business predicaments, abandonment, human purpose, and friendship. Each of these categories is approached with deep consideration so that they produce a stirring sentimental value and emanate a captivating nostalgia. The show reveals tenderness and diligent thought toward heavy issues without whitewashing its characters' depicted traumas, instead preferring to foster viewer relatability. As each character is introduced, they present a distinct personality that is unbound to archetypal molds, rather they are eccentric and twinged with their charming idiosyncrasies. The female leads are especially alluring as they are opposites, and yet, both lovable and endearing. They each face trying obstacles and address them according to their unique personality traits which unwinds a fascinating dynamic. Where one heroine is tough, intimidating, glamorous and confident, the other is delicate, juvenile, perky, and docile. Through their experience as serendipitous roommates turned besties, one, an aspiring rockstar, and the other, a struggling college student, aid in each other’s growth as resilient, mature individuals. Together, they learn how to rectify their flaws, embrace their virtues, and defeat life’s unpredictable challenges, all while fortifying their bond. It makes me overjoyed to witness their rising resolve because the show executes their journey through progressive challenges that emphasize the character’s imperfect humanness, amplifying the bliss of their triumphs. In addition to the fantastic realism, the music and fashion elements are what drastically enhance the show, offering a striking soundtrack and avant-garde visuals. The angsty, dramatic music compliments the episodic tumult and highlights the unique experiences of the two heroines. By the same token, the fashion witnessed on the sassy figures of the tigress duo is inspiring to all who take an interest in bodily ornamentation. I feel refreshed with ideas each time I watch “Nana" because the featured outfits are innovative, and unconventional, boasting an imaginative wonderland that seeks to express attitude through manipulating fabric. What elevates the resplendency of the fashion is the unique animation that entails elongated anatomical figures, luscious facial features, untraditional linework, and exquisite color schemes. In the end, “Nana” is a show I’d perpetually enjoy because it magnificently portrays the enchanting successes and excruciating hardships of two female friends who resonate with me in their vulnerability, astound me in their courage, inspire me in their perseverance, rattle me in their conviction, and bewitch me in their charisma.

The show that has my heart aching, laughter spilling, tears flowing, voice screeching, and fists pumping is the Korean drama titled “The Glory”. This masterpiece is a series loaded with suspense, visceral acting, stellar cinematography, heart-wrenching sentiment, jaunting plot twists, and engrossing narration. It is a bittersweet tale of vengeance and follows a conniving and yet ethically intact protagonist, Moon Dong-eun, who harbors burdens of crushing colossal stone. She plots away tirelessly for years, fleshing out an intricate plan to expose her childhood tormentors who committed heinous assaults devoid of humanity. Finally, as an adult, she puts her plan into action, disclosing the transgressions of her assailants to the public eye. However, the battle is no easy feat as the culprits are protected by sumptuous cushions of wealth and prestige, deflecting accusations with their social status and inexhaustible cash. As Dong-eun is not afforded the same opulent luxuries as her attackers, she relies on wits alone to lure her prey into the seat of truth. It is through Dong-eun’s meticulous and unremitting tactics characterized by clever foresight, painstaking analytical assessments, and genius discerning that she upends her enemy's pawns. The marvelous aspect of Dong-eun’s devising is her unwavering wherewithal despite continual injury from deceitful wielders of power. Her anguish is so perfervid that it fuels an ambition no obstacle could permanently hinder. What makes her pilgrimage to triumph most gripping is not only her perseverance but also her character that withholds its malicious aggression in favor of a more intellectually driven strategy. Dong-eun, despite her agony, does not resort to fits of violence or depravity like her debased adversaries, highlighting her moral sheen that remains uncorrupted. Her virtue juxtaposed against her privileged, callous enemies elicits a deep sympathy in the audience who long to fight by her side in the name of overdue justice. Fortunately for us viewers and Dong-eun alike, two noble and compassionate allies enter her life by the serendipitous whims of nature. Watching Dong-eun’s gradual transition from her aloof mien to a happier disposition warmed by the gentle touch of her friendships is soul-stirring and uplifting. As a viewer, one can’t help but feel a massive sense of relief and triumph at witnessing their cherished heroine overcome strife through relearning trust. Joo Yeo-Jeong is the first to wander into Dong-eun’s life who is initially resistant to this young doctor’s help but ultimately accepts it upon witnessing his irrefutable kindness, artlessness, and amiability. Yeo-Jeong’s generosity and sensitivity toward Dong-eun amid his own turmoil displays admirable selflessness that resonates with all viewers and gives them severe ogling eyes. The ensuing side romance is laden with Yeo-Jeong’s tenderness, charisma and urbanity, adding a layer of flavorful entertainment to the multi-dimensional storyline. The second character to stumble into Dong-eun’s affairs is Kang Hyeon-nam, a victim of domestic abuse, but a blithe, sparkling, sassy, and endearing personality nonetheless. Through working as a spontaneous spy for Dong-eun, Hyeon-nam kindles a precious and steadfast friendship with her mellowing employer. Their untraditional and often awkward relationship forged on convenience transforms into a mutual solace, a refreshing sight for viewers who engage in this hectic world vicariously. What’s more, the duo prompts several bouts of hysterical laughter through their unconventional social blunders and odd attempts to harmonize as polar opposites. In conclusion, “The Glory” is a series that harnesses you to a tumultuous rollercoaster traversing through poignant landscapes that ascend to a final destination of rewarding victory. The characters will nestle in the depths of your affection, and soon, you will cry in their hardship, cheer for them in their challenges, and rejoice in their successes!

In the Spring of 2024, I will be traveling to South Korea for the second time as an exchange student. The reason why I’m looping around half the Earth to settle my bouncing feet on Korean terrain all stems from my raging zeal over K-pop. I am completely smitten with the dashing costumes, swanky dances, artistic innovation, stellar cinematography, fatal charisma, and striking visuals, making it my supreme joy, motivation and even solace. For me, Kpop began as an enchanting aesthetic luring me in with its revolutionary musical approach, however, it soon evolved into a life-changing inspiration that roused me into a dreamer, an unruly go-getter. Having been a dedicated fan for six years, my fanaticism has stretched over a sizable expanse of idol groups, nonetheless, my favorite will always be BTS. These boys catalyzed my thrilling journey surging through the hyperactive K-pop rabbit hole. They emitted an aura of class and maturity that garnered my undivided attention and catapulted me into hardcore fandom. Though the relationship between idol and fan largely appears superficial due to the stress on looks and talent, my connection with BTS metamorphosed into sincere love upon witnessing their cooperating and harmonizing idol persona and innate disposition. BTS manifested this magical kindling that I describe which is not contingent on an idol’s glamorous performance but developed on their authentic self-portrayal that animates and characterizes the multi-dimensional person on stage. Therefore, BTS, in their raw nature as simply young men traversing the path of stardom, communicated a wealth of authenticity and intrigue for they had integrated their genuine boyhood into their idol presence. In this way, the boys massively appealed to me as artless people embracing their humanness and allowing it to saturate their performances to convey a relatable and resonant media identity. Rather than viewing the boys as untouchable elites, I gazed upon them as a friend would, with fondness, admiration, sympathy, and vicarious excitement. K-pop is a marvelous movement that has shattered the inherent ethnocentric lens in all fans and has beckoned them into a mindset of curiosity and acceptance. Watching BTS revealed a culture to me that I had no initial awareness of merely because my life never presented an opportunity to encounter it. Thus, I am grateful that BTS ushered me into the lands of exquisite Korean culture because it enabled me to cultivate a wonderful passion and harvest rich life experiences from it. I have been inspired to learn sweat-inducing K-pop dances, taste phenomenal Korean food, create traditional Korean crafts, sing at Noraebangs, learn the language, and, best of all, travel to the country itself. The magnitude of opportunities that BTS has brought cascading forth have enriched my life and ignited an excitement to explore Korean culture and unveil its rich cultural aspects. Consequently, I have eagerly and earnestly partaken in all opportunities to immerse myself in Korean culture which nurtures awareness and human depth as it exposes the introspective mind to paradigm-shifting diversity. Through BTS, I have been granted the gift of sparking a cultural inquisitiveness and awakening a latent passion and for this, they have earned my utmost gratitude.

My grandmother, Nini, was overflowing with potent bliss and fervor for life. Her company would vanquish all pessimism and fill one with excitement to be alive and seize the invaluable opportunity. To me, she was a beaming force of energy that propelled me forward, confidently and joyously. I remember my mother and I were running an errand one evening when we got a phone call from my grandfather. I can distinctly recall the trembling in his voice as my mother asked him if he was alright. I listened attentively as he carried on, finally mustering the words that Nini had been hospitalized due to a stroke. Describing the moments in which his message was uttered and I gained realization is remarkably excruciating because words are too finite a means to adequately express the anguish that erupted in my chest. If you were to imagine every physical wound a person can suffer and project that onto a single point in the pit of the human heart, then perhaps that vaguely resembles what I felt. Suddenly, the air you breathe is no longer compatible with your body and each desperate gasp is an assault to your lungs that quake for relief, for a sign that sustenance will come. The next several weeks transpired with protracted stagnation characterized by horrible anticipation for the next report by my grandfather whose voice belied nothing but the evident truth. A few days later I received the news that Nini had died. What ensued was a transcendent stillness devoid of any stimulation, of any congruous action, merely a cyclical involuntary inhale and exhale rendering me in a realm of numbness. When you lose someone who was the starlight in your life’s shadowy dome, you have suffered a tremendous loss that shrouds your vision in a veil of impregnable darkness. Motivation is the antithesis of where your mind aimlessly treads for you have relinquished all care, all hope, all purpose that, otherwise, would permit you to rise and live. It is difficult to say that my loss ignited a fervent desire in me to overcome my strife and resiliently pursue astounding feats beyond my original capacity. To claim this would provide a marvelous redemption story, but it would lack the peculiarly beautiful melange of acceptance that is raw recovery in its truth. My narrative is less of triumph but more so a journey to recovering my disassembled pieces so that I could grant myself peace and liberty to live. My plight catapulted me into a recess of such despair that I was tempted into suicide, deluding myself that life’s value had diminished and was bound for perpetual remorse. I wanted to escape my obligation to rise from bed and attend school in a monotonous loop of feigned involvement, of whitewashed acting. However, life unfolds in heedless persistence and is unremitting in pain, and unconcerned with human resistance. Therefore, I stumbled in agreement with the hamster wheel only to satisfy time as an untouchable power that demanded my obedience. Oddly, even though time’s progression appears an adversary to an injured heart, limp and incapacitated, it becomes an ally through its unhindered steadfastness. Each day is separate as an entity that boasts independence from the previous and next therefore it urges one to exist presently and with refreshed vision. Though it may seem platitudinous to state that time is the ultimate remedy, I can testify that it lent me resolve and charged my mind with reinvigorating prospects of the future. I learned by time's grace that I am important and that my life is worth fighting for even when inflicted with monstrous wounds that feel fatal. My tumult, my loss, my adversity, my invasive affliction, do not compromise the worth of my life because they deposit me in a sea of abject pain. It was my pain, my abrupt onslaught of extraordinary pain, unfamiliar and sharp as a blade, that staggered my steps and made me mistake my falter for a tainted unsoundness, for a temporal unredeemable defeat. I recoiled amid pain, longing to extract it from my soul in favor of buoyant unburdened tranquility, therefore, I was captivated by misconstrued ideals of death. However, I did not surrender and trusted the ebb and flow of time which readjusted my paradigm to accepting my pain as not a parasite or diabolical foreign virus, but a natural consequence of devastating loss. When I accomplished that, I found my value and was able to continue life in tandem with my pain, allowing it residence in my soul and knowing that, while it would never fade, I would grow accustomed to its force as a bittersweet memory. This revelation expelled the haze that was soiling my perspective of life and brought with it a fight to live bravely, gratefully, freely, and with self-love.

Presently, our world is posed with innumerable challenges that breed animosity between people who subscribe to contending groups. Social issues are one of the world’s most acute challenges, creating hostility between people that should not be driven to separate but make amends and agree to disagree. As an advocate of global harmony, it pains me to see my human counterparts loathe each other with such aggression and malice. I desire to propagate peace and understanding among adversaries so that a safe middle ground arises. I believe to long for social harmony and opt for solutions is displaying awareness and taking necessary action. My aspiration is not to stifle the individuality of diverse thinking inherent in those who do not think alike. Rather, I hope to garner a collective understanding that difference is neither a threat nor an obstacle but an opportunity for variegating ideas and enlightening conversation. My ideology begs the question, “How do we as a society encourage each other to affect kindness, empathy, and patience?” My answer is an invitation to our current world to shed obstructive prejudices, engage in mixed conferences, listen astutely, investigate unbiasedly and with integrity, and seek compassion over violence, shunning, self-righteousness and condescension. It is only with tenacious ambition that a world can begin to take on a more expansive, progressive form. Thus…I look upon myself and ponder what ways I can reassemble old thinking in a proactive response to today's societal advancements. I urge our rising population of adults to educate themselves on adversity beyond their cultural ring where there is strife that is overlooked or invalidated. I implore our rising professionals to explore diverse ideological processes so that they wire their minds to be curious in the face of difference. I turn to my counterparts and entreat them to join me in the global debate, traversing the safe, all-welcoming middle ground. I look them earnestly in the eye and ask them to favor curiosity as a means to enrich their cultural knowledge and human empathy. When we work jointly as diverse individuals, we generate thoughtful solutions that are formulated based on engendering societal harmony. Our voices are meant to be exchanged as conscientious advocates and ideas are meant to develop as curious thinkers. Seeking to learn and apply evolved knowledge to the greater world is our focused motive. Therefore, when we discover a viable idea that holds potential for healing a jaded, overwhelmed, and often vitriolic society, we extend our arms, intended to embrace, not shove, and offer our support. My role as a pioneer of this philosophy is to galvanize others in joining the movement of bricking down the judicious middle ground and promoting it as a culture of dialogue. I want others to feel comfortable entering these conversations intended for sharing. I want them to unabashedly confess their candid thoughts on sensitive, but critical matters. I want participants to listen attentively and with understanding so that they can expose themselves to the beauty of an unbiased mindset. From this point, I expect disagreement as it is natural in a multifaceted society, however, I expect the disagreement to be civil. My ultimate goal in this reformed approach to discussion consists of three layers. One is for there to be refinement in occasionally hurtful honesty, the second is for there to be immersion in eclectic value systems, and the third is for there to be societal progression birthing from collaboration. Through cutting ties with erroneous indoctrination and systemic standards, society as a whole can push past compartmentalizing distinct differences and learn to unite and rejoice as equal, invaluable members of humanity.

My biggest challenge was when I lost my grandmother to a stroke. My grandmother was like a second mom, so to lose her felt like an integral part of my life was extracted and savagely discarded. Without her as my source of support, kindness and motivation, I felt stricken by an oppressive force that grounded me in a deadlock. There is a hope deep within every soul that your loved ones will remain a part of your life for as long as God allows. I did not ever anticipate that my precious kindred spirit was destined for heaven so early and unexpectedly. My abrupt loss not only inflicted me with writhing anguish but feral anger. I gazed upon God with remorseful dejection and ferocious frustration, accusing him of abandonment. My pent-up emotion was catapulted at God because, in my despairing eyes, he had become my forsaker, and therefore enemy. When I returned to school after a brief hiatus, I traversed the halls in despondent silence, boring into the linoleum to avoid interaction. Smiles, greetings, the fruit basket of niceties, became laborious and trivial. I didn’t care whether my aloofness hurt my peers because I felt entitled to my mourning and therefore excused from feigning happiness. This mentality exacerbated my dark abode of devastation and I desperately needed a sign of hope, of cleansing relief. It wasn’t until my peers began to adamantly voice their concerns that I finally sought help. Nevertheless, I was presented with the challenge of who to turn to, not feeling that I could unfurl my darkest thoughts to my recovering family members, my sympathetic but distant friends, or an unfamiliar school counselor. Taking a deep, calm breath, I pivoted my gaze back toward God. I still harbored resentment toward God, but I gravely needed an ally to help me withstand and eventually overcome my emotional upheaval. I knew, even though I felt abandoned, that God would not let me perish in my desolation. I faced an odd paradox of believing God was both my friend and reason for misery, and yet, I felt an irresistible pull toward him. I resolved to relinquish my indignation and bow my head in solemn prayer. Initially, I felt silly, thinking that my rejection and then sudden acceptance of God was a sign of base vacillating, self-righteousness, and self-interest. For that reason, I felt I had permanently lost my right to prayer, attributing my waffling nature to impiety. Even with what I now realize was imposter syndrome, I could feel God tugging on my heart, beckoning me toward his realm of reassurance. At that moment, I asked for forgiveness and entreated him to guide me out of my sorrows and in a direction of emotional recovery. Through my prayers, I accomplished a sense of relief because I had renounced my pride, and sought aid in a God that promises unwavering support. It was challenging to understand that God was still on my side even if it felt like he had not intervened to save my grandmother. However, that confusion progressively abated because I, despite my afflictions, was able to reconcile with Christ and thus refortify my faith. Tenacity was not a feat I could accomplish through my own steely determination. I learned that I can only weather excruciating pain as a steadfast follower of Christ who wholeheartedly receives his offer of help. I also learned the power of forgiveness which dispelled my disdain and lifted my spiteful stupor. In accepting God, I became my most tenacious self and felt that perseverance was no longer viciously ravaging, but realistically feasible.

I am a soft-spoken leader that sets an example as a taciturn but palpable force. My leadership skills do not reflect gregariousness or volubility, rather they are modest and artless. Still, I find that my gentle traits are no less influential and recognized. I do not employ a booming voice or conspicuous command to garner followers or inspire change, rather I display favorable, mature traits that observers commend, complement, and eventually emulate. I remember an old high school teacher’s praise in which she told me I was a quiet leader. At first, I was met with mild confusion, not believing that a reserved person like myself could embody the archetypal traits of a leader. Now that I am older, I realize that a leader does not have to adhere to a rigid mold. Good leaders, as long as they affect positive change, can take on any form. While I prefer to keep to myself, my diligence, integrity, and perseverance do not go unnoticed. I am a hard worker that dedicates focused attention to excellence in and outside of school. I have declined invitations to parties so that I could study and therefore improve my chances of a successful test score. Additionally, as a devoted musician with a strict practice regimen, I have refused opportunities that would derail my progress. My silent drive has earned the respect of my peers because they witness in me a precocious determination that is often rare among my age group. As a Christian, I abide by a firm set of beliefs that many teens in this period fluctuate on, underappreciate, or simply neglect. I have an unbreakable no-smoking and no-drinking policy that has kept me out of trouble and maintaining a state of health and maturity. Sometimes, I am shunned or teased, but the majority of the time my peers express their respect and comment that they wish they were as scrupulous as me. The positive reactions encourage my belief that I am gradually persuading my counterparts to exercise improved caution and maturity. As a visual artist with copious experience, I have often attracted a crowd of appreciators that recognize my skill. Throughout working in the art field, my pieces have displayed advanced skill, setting me as an example for my peers. I have won several art rewards, thus earning me a respected title in my community. To boot, I am very comfortable with my skill and have had opportunities to share my craft with those who have expressed interest. Consequently, I have given art lessons to family, friends, and as a volunteer worker. Recently, I have been accepted into a study abroad program that will allow me to travel to South Korea. My passion for Korean culture, in addition to inspiring me to visit the country, has also driven me to become an English teacher there. I hope that I can dedicate a few years of my life to teaching young Koreans English so that they can tackle an academic necessity at a young age and thrive as proficient adults. In conclusion, even though I am a demure leader, that does not detract from my ability to ignite motivation in others. By staying firm in my beliefs and showing consistent good character, I am setting a positive example for my peers. My firm morals and personal code of conduct are what have guided me and galvanized others to academic success, self-fulfillment, and high potential.

Growing up very privileged, I did not realize the necessity of selflessness as my bounty provided me with lush comforts that blurred the need of the outside world. I have a closet of clothes, a sturdy roof over my head, nurturing parents, regular hearty meals, and so much more. As a younger kid, these gifts were easy for me to take for granted because they were inextinguishable, uncompromisable, permanent resources in my very comfortable life. Without having lived a life that lacked these luxuries, I did not know the hardship of destitution and therefore felt entitled to my privilege. As I matured, my mother began to encourage me to participate in volunteer work, urging me to help a population that had so much less than me. Of course, the typical adolescent reaction is to protest and weep a litany of self-pitting complaints. Upon finally conceding, even though I had a resentful guard, I was still able to feel the magic of helping others and I ultimately became grateful to my mom for prompting me out of my selflessness. Since my early childhood epiphany, I have engaged in several volunteer events. One of the most memorable was when my church traveled to Rockport to help repair a community that had suffered from a hurricane. The men went to do reconstruction and the women and children stayed at the volunteer facility to clean and make lunches. I dedicated my time there to packing turkey sandwiches and mopping floors, all of which tremendously helped the other volunteers who were away doing repair jobs. My work had provided them with nutrition and a clean place to return to after a taxing job in merciless temperatures. That thought made me happy to partake in jobs that were not necessarily enjoyable but abundant in selflessness and radiating crucial compassion. Another experience I had with volunteering was as a kindergarten teacher. I traveled to church early in the morning ready to give Bible lessons to my students. At first, when my mother proposed the idea, I was hesitant to accept because I didn’t trust my Bible knowledge or competence with children. However, in my courage, I learned a lot about the Bible and how to interact with children. My efforts proved a huge help at my church and the children showed great enthusiasm to be learning. My church’s gratitude and the children’s passion as well as learning progress taught me the beauty behind selflessness as mutual healing. My activity in volunteer work showed me the importance of helping others as an able individual. Additionally, it taught me how selflessness works both ways. Where it changes the quality of life in the needy, it also makes the person providing help extraordinarily happy. Witnessing the positive effects of people that initially were lacking something but gained it through my aid filled me with a sense of fulfillment. It is inspiring to see what you, as simply an individual, can do for your community just by making yourself available. Through my experience, I learned that selflessness is not about comprising my comforts so that someone can take them away from me. Not even close! Rather, selflessness is about sharing your gifts so that others can also enjoy them. Sharing does not deprive you or make you feel as though you have sacrificed something precious whether it be material, your time, or your effort. It has the antithetical effect, making you feel whole because you are embracing your potential as a gifter of happiness and community progress.

I can proudly proclaim that I am a member of Hufflepuff! My sensitivity toward others is a key attribute in the Hufflepuff House as they strongly believe in the power of kindness. When I notice a friend, family member, or peer struggling, I strive to share my reservoir of revitalizing energy, offering my best aid so that their burden lightens. A frown is a sign to we Hufflepuff members to lend a helping hand or instill a kind reminder that hardship is temporary. Just like all Hufflepuff wizards, I am a faithful friend that believes in the value of maintaining positive connections through thick and thin. When I find myself in a relationship rough patch, I will give up my angst and frustration in a placid attempt to rekindle the harmony. It is a firm belief of mine to treasure your friends through challenges because their companionship, and therefore affection for you, is a testimony to an invaluable connection. Additionally, by relinquishing feelings of achieving self-vindication when there is relationship strife, I am favoring humility over pride, an integral Hufflepuff attribute. As a participant in volunteer work, I have deepened my compassion for those in need. I have engaged in several volunteer expeditions, my favorite being preparing meals on Thanksgiving for the financially struggling. Hufflepuffs value sharing their bounty with others and witnessing the beautiful change their giving can foster. An effort to create a positive impact is one of Hufflepuff’s most cherished beliefs and through my service, I feel that I am contributing to my House’s primary goal. Hufflepuffs are hard-working, diligent, and persevering characters. A Hufflepuff knows the value of commitment and will religiously apply themselves to a given task to achieve excellence. Regardless of the challenge, a Hufflepuff will tackle it with earnestness, and ambition, believing that self-application is the greatest tool in achieving success. I passionately agree with this Hufflepuff mentality and implement it into my daily activities from school exams to piano practice, accomplishing fruitful results that further prove the effectiveness of determination. Hufflepuffs are known to be versatile in their abilities. I believe that I also qualify as an all-rounder through my diverse artistic skills. I have participated in fine arts all my life, gaining proficient skill in categories including piano, singing and drawing. Due to Hufflepuff's innate integrity, they believe in dedicating astute attention to every category of their life. Similarly, I have put forth ample effort in both my extracurriculars and academics, gaining me an array of skill sets that have lent to my well-roundedness. Like the wizards in Hufflepuff, I am a lover of nature and animals. As a child, I always adored visiting the zoo and would gawk at the mystical creatures in pure wonderment. Currently, I am the owner of two spunky cats and cradle them like infants more than they perhaps appreciate. Additionally, in my love for nature, I have dedicated myself to incorporating environment preservation measures into my daily routine such as recycling and picking up trash. In conclusion, my human compassion, sensitive heart, integrity, discipline, work ethic, love of animals, environmental concern, and artistic versatility, are all features that strongly reflect the value system of Hufflepuff. As a proud member of Hufflepuff, I am happy to embody these commendable traits and exercise them in the real world where they contribute to a gentler, kinder, and more caring society.

I am a soft-spoken leader that sets an example as a taciturn but palpable force. My leadership skills do not reflect gregariousness or volubility, rather they are modest and unassuming. However, I find that my gentle traits are no less influential and recognized. I do not rely on a booming voice or conspicuous command to garner followers or inspire change, rather I display favorable, mature traits that observers commend, complement, and eventually emulate. I remember an old high school teacher’s praise in which she told me I was a quiet leader. At first, I was met with mild confusion, not believing that a meek person like myself could embody the archetypal traits of a leader. Now that I am older, I realize that a leader does not have to adhere to a rigid mold. Good leaders, as long as they affect positive change, can take on any form. While I prefer to keep to myself, my diligence, integrity, and perseverance do not go unnoticed. I am a hard worker that dedicates focused attention to excellence in and outside of school. I have declined invitations to parties so that I could study and therefore improve my chances of a successful test score. Additionally, as a devoted musician with a strict practice regimen, I have refused opportunities that would derail my progress. My silent drive has earned the respect of my peers because they witness in me a precocious determination that is often rare among my age group. As a Christian, I abide by a firm set of beliefs that many teens in this period fluctuate on, underappreciate, or simply neglect. I have an unbreakable no-smoking and no-drinking policy that has kept me out of trouble and maintaining a state of health and maturity. Sometimes, I am shunned or teased, but the majority of the time my peers express their respect and comment that they wish they were as scrupulous as me. The positive reactions encourage my belief that I am gradually persuading my counterparts to exercise improved caution and maturity. As a visual artist with copious experience, I have often attracted a crowd of appreciators that recognize my skill. Throughout working in the art field, my pieces have displayed advanced skill, setting me as an example for my peers. I have won several art rewards, thus earning me a respected title in my small community. To boot, I am very comfortable with my skill and have had opportunities to share my craft with those who have expressed interest. Consequently, I have given art lessons to family as well as friends and as volunteer work. Recently, I have been accepted into a study abroad program that will allow me to travel to South Korea. This will be my second trip as I also traveled on exchange in 2018. My passion for Korean culture, in addition to inspiring me to visit the country, has also driven me to become an English teacher there. I hope that I can dedicate a few years of my life to teaching young Koreans English so that they can tackle an academic necessity at a young age and thrive as proficient adults. In conclusion, even though I am a demure leader, that does not detract from my ability to ignite motivation in others. By staying firm in my beliefs and showing consistent good character, I am setting a positive example for my peers. My firm morals and personal code of conduct are what have guided me and others to academic success, self-fulfillment, and high potential. Thank you for your time and consideration!

My most memorable experience with books has been with author, Pat Conroy, who writes as smooth as molasses and as eloquent as a prince. My favorite book by him is “Lords of Discipline” because it revealed a shocking realm my eyes had never beheld. The story follows protagonist, Will McLean, who becomes a military student under the belligerent reign of soldiers. The vitriol snarled by these fictional despots is a feature of this story that permanently echoes in my mind as the consequences of their animosity engendered depression and depravity. Conroy’s masterful depiction of this military school dynamic enlightened me on the iniquity of one of humanity’s many dark recesses. I developed sympathy for the men in this book who fought against every taunt, insult, shove, and condescension. These were men that garnered my praise because they displayed an unbuckling resolve to maintain composure, respect, and fortitude in dehumanizing scenarios that trampled on their esteem, disparaged their dignity, and sullied their good name. Thus, Conroy's sincerity succeded in beckoning forth a solemn respect in me for men that endure this tribulation but ultimately prevail and flourish into urbane gentlemen. Additionally, Conroy instilled a marvelous passion in me to write for recreation so that I can enhance my vocabulary, improve my fluidity of thought, and explore novel ideas. Aside from books, I have spent countless hours in the thrilling rabbit hole of Korean dramas. Through my obsession, I have gained a wealth of knowledge on Korean culture. For example, I have learned about the intricate hierarchical system that manifests in many different aspects of the Korean lifestyle from drinking culture to communication. To boot, I have learned about historical customs, specifically wedding ceremonies in which the bride is bedecked in sumptuous robes to signify her fortune and prosperity. I have also learned about young people's traditions such as going to a Norebang (a karaoke room) and visiting Namsan Tower. My passion for Korean culture led me to become an exchange student in 2018 which deepened my admiration and planted an ambition in me to return. Now, as a college student, I have earned the privilege of going back in the year 2024! I consider my education a precious gift that is replete with opportunities for me to grow into an exceptional young scholar. College has been a faithful ally because it has excited me to work hard, pursue excellence, and persevere through academic challenges. The sense of accomplishment and self-fulfillment that ensues from effort is the motivation that propels me toward academic success. Rigorous and determined studying is not only a means of improving myself but my community, for it is with my intellectual progress that I can enter the working world with refined skill and enlightened virtue. As a global-minded individual concerned with the trajectory of our mass society, I feel that I must diligently educate myself so that I can lend to a rising population of cultivated and cultured reformers. My generation, just as every preceding, is inherently responsible for creating influence that shifts the societal path toward rectifying progress. It is my firm belief that if the youth of today abide by this mentality, we can restore the broken, ameliorate the damaged, mitigate the wrong, defend the weak, reduce the suffering, improve the flawed, and amplify the good. Through my ardent reading habits, I am developing human compassion, educating myself on difficult but meaningful truths, expanding my curiosity, and gaining sophistication. Lastly, by adventuring into foreign cinema, I am dismantling ethnocentrism, galvanizing myself to make new cultural discoveries, and immersing myself in the richness of global diversity.

My Barbie Dream Palace, located in central Japan, rests atop a snowy mountain spangled with looming cherry blossom trees that delicately shed petals in gusts of meandering wind. Winding up my palace is a pink cobblestone path contoured by vermillion irises emitting an enthralling perfume of sweet nectar. My posh palace is speckled with robust fruit trees, and along its patterned cerise walls is undulating wisteria, a soft periwinkle that contrasts with the velvety black night sky. A silver iron gate crafted with pure gold roses, ornate paisley etchings, and quatrefoil balusters encircles my 20-story palace. The door is a rich walnut wood with stained glass windows of white Siberian tigers posing in graceful dignity. The infinite stars bespeckling the night sky cast sharp beams of light across the expansive lush courtyard and through the piercing jade eyes of the poise felines. My palace is an ostentatious fusion of Neoclassical and Rococo architecture with Corinthian columns, precise gilding, loopy scrolls, and iridescent gold ornamentation. Upon entering the palace, a high dome ceiling awaits, containing a hyperrealistic oil painting, done by Leonardo da Vinci himself, of cherubs playing a versatile array of instruments from harps to flutes. The interior design of the lobby is a pastel theme with pale turquoise silk curtains, lavender damask marble floors, morganite and opal encrusted walls, and immaculate white furniture decorated with floral etchings. The living quarters, consisting of the bedrooms and communal areas, all have different themes, each with a spectacular color palette and sumptuous furniture of the finest quality. My favorite bedchamber is adorned in raven wallpaper with wispy white batik designs and mauve vertical lanterns. The bed is flanked by two amethyst sculptures and accessorized with harlequin green lace drapery. There are a total of 500 rooms, 25 per floor, and each comes with a distinct purpose. To list only but a few, there is an observation deck with futuristic machinery that enables one to view any place in the world, a gaming station with plush seats and rainbow light up controllers, a magenta swimming pool with bubbles and one million saffron rubber duckies, a ballet studio with professional dance mentors dressed in pink, a dog park with every breed and robots that take care of cleaning duty, a kitchen specifically made for confectionary goods, an alternate kitchen intended solely for cooking, a movie theater with unlimited access including unreleased films, a water theme park with tutu adorned dolphins and spiraling glow-in-the-dark slides, an ice skating rink with a glass statue of dashing Yuzuru Hanyu, an exotic garden with every flower conceivable, a cat cafe with 1,000 different bubble tea flavors, a massive theme park with more rides than the State Fair, a disco with polychromatic strobe lights and my favorite music, an opera house with regular performances including Carmen and Madam Butterfly as well as several Delibes specials, a gym with 400 various machines all equipped with self-cleaning technology, a musical instrument collection with top-notch Steinways and a Chopin shrine, a circus with nightly shows and a magnificent food court that sells any junk food fathomable, a warehouse with designer clothes from Gucci to Chanel, a zoo with pony rides and a giraffe feeding station, a science laboratory with constantly advancing discoveries including the cure for cancer, a restaurant with a menu featuring every cuisine of the globe, a library containing every book ever published, a lego chamber with life-size constructions of every famous monument in existence, an exact copy of the Louvre with every original painting, and last but certainly not least, an airport with flights based on my personal whim.

My most painful issue with mental health remains my battle with an eating disorder in which I forced my body to endure deplorable maltreatment. At the time, I was an impressionable fledgling middle school student, and per the transition, was apprehended with tyrannical anxiety and insecurity. This teenage phase marks the peak of comparison and self-loathing and I, young and susceptible, fell into that wormhole. Everyone around me felt like my opponent and I was consumed with an incessant need to rise above them to accomplish a sense of aggrandized self-worth. I was captivated by the siren of social media, following professional models and comparing their features to my own, agonizing that I had not been blessed as they had, grieving that I was comparably monstrous. My obsession deteriorated my sense of self-value and drove me into a reserved, cynical, and defensive shell where I engaged in a perturbed assessment of my peers’ appearances. I was feverishly attempting to acquire a sense of validation through making superficial judgments, only further skewing my understanding of human value. Soon, beauty was no longer an aesthetic, it was a depraved obsession festering in my deluded, misguided psyche. Eventually, my mother took action against my unhealthy eating habits and self-debasing commentary, putting me in therapy with the hope that she could dismantle her daughter’s crooked thinking. Back then, I equated needing therapy to an innate personal dysfunction or grotesque ailment. I felt diseased, inferior and subjected to other’s condescension. Through my irrational lens, those who did not require therapy were uninfected and therefore happily pristine, flaunting their freedom, their coveted immaculacy. My envy festered into recalcitrance where I refused to be candid with my therapist, prevaricating or fabricating white lies to evade my life’s truth. Because of my dishonesty, my condition did not improve and I continued to harbor unsound ideas that linger with me to this day. I never quite overcame my resentment of therapy and allowed the whims of my illness to unfold as they pleased, either in accordance with my regression or, much rarer, amelioration. Now, though I still contend with beauty standards, I have gradually diverged from my baleful eating habits through the progress of time. However, because the root of my problem was never abolished, I continue to battle with my muddled self-image. As a current college student, I primarily grapple with issues regarding my intellect. My anxiety often manifests in social situations where I grow meek and passive as a coping mechanism. My inhibition is so inflated that I will avoid interaction, believing that by doing so, I am preserving my precious reputation. I have come to believe that hiding myself from others' or assuming silence is better than risking my carefully crafted external appearance. I fear that a faux paus will severely compromise my reputation and give rise to my peers' disapproval, dislike, or deprecation. This anxiety has resulted in not only antisocial tendencies but exacerbated speech performance anxiety that extends beyond social context and into academia. I am so intimidated by participation that my hypersensitivity toward others' perceptions inhibits my mental fluidity. To my dismay, my mental health issues have cost me many of life’s fun and carefree opportunities. I have bound myself to unrealistic and rigid rules that have harmed my health and freedom. As a result, I have struggled to forge deep friendships and faced strain between my family and existing friends. As I pursue my degree and am continually forced to enter uncomfortable situations, I am realizing the necessity of relinquishing my inhibition for self-growth. My desired career as, in fact, a classical pianist, requires me to perform before an audience of cynical viewers that I wield no control over. My persisting performance anxiety acts as a hindrance to my goals because it prevents me from seeking discomfort to practice conquering my insecurity. Inevitably, my phobia of outside perceptions has slowed down my musical growth, presenting a new challenge that threatens to jeopardize my ambition. In my struggles, I have amassed a taxing tumor of insecurity, nonetheless, I have also been privileged with accepting and pursuing feasible solutions. The habitually overlooked aspect is that I have command over my action and inaction, therefore, I am the dictator of my desired state of being. By allowing myself harmony with this cleansing mentality, I have immense potential to defeat what burdens me. The enemy that keeps me in a stifling deadlock is my misguided internal narrative of costly failure. As a maturing adult that is realizing the importance of independence and confidence as ingredients to success, I am harnessing courage to confront my psychological oppressor. My attempts have become proof of my ability to overcome my self-torment and evidence of my capacity to advance as an unencumbered participant in life. It is my inexhaustible aspiration to become a professional pianist that grants me the indispensable drive to seek progressively more difficult challenges. I am now beginning to understand that my efforts are not disadvantages or injuries toward my public identity, rather they are my antidote to self-acceptance and assuredness. With this new and healthy knowledge, I feel grateful, joyous, and relieved because I am persevering as a career visionary as well as displaying improvement as a convalescent. Thank you for your time and consideration!

Disney has been a large part of my childhood since I first discovered princesses through Aurora and her luscious golden locks. From that moment on, I banned all non-princess attire from my wardrobe and only ever wore gowns accompanied by disheveled wigs. I was so committed that I even wore faux glass slippers as an homage to my second muse, mademoiselle Cinderella. Growing up with Disney, I have been enveloped in the warmth of some of the most amazing fictional women ever conceived. I was so enraptured by their mesmorizing radiance that I mimicked them in any way I could fathom, from sumptuous style to classy character. To me, these women were stupendous because they exemplified female fortitude with bravery, confidence, and twinkly heels! As an impressionable girl, I needed to witness strong female representation and Disney served, if not triumphed. I felt empowered by Disney princesses' strength and integrity in combating hardship. Their tenacity, magnanimity, and gentle demeanor were attributes that I emulated because they continually proved to beget prosperity and peace. It was refreshing to see female grace fuel a kind solution to overcome an antagonistic force. The princesses' delicacy in subduing evil promoted an ideology of placid composure prevailing over violent retaliation. What's more, Disney princesses debunked the oppressive notion that female strength lacks the capacity for conquering the opposition and prevailing through tribulation. All in all, they proved to their girl adolescent audience that female power is capable, robust, persevering, and poise. This message, personified through courageous, noble women, inspired me to face my challenges with the dignity, tact, and charisma of a powerful princess. The realm of princesses is not where my love dissolves, it is merely the fertile soil where it began to blossom and thrive. Outside of princesses, Disney released films such as "Lady and the Tramp", "Cars", and "Ratatouille", which taught me beautiful life lessons in unsurpassable, first-rate animation. The depth and versatility of emotion that Disney has excelled in conveying has garnered my heartfelt gratitude and approbation. In every film, a character is presented with a challenge. For example, in "Ratatouille", Remmie longs to become a chef but, being a rat, is unable to pursue his dreams. In "Cars", Lightning McQueen is consumed by competition, depriving himself of the fulfillment of friendship. In "Lady and the Tramp", a low-class mutt falls into forbidden love with a high-class purebred. Despite their seemingly impossible challenges, these characters find a solution that stands resilient in bouts of weakness, enduring through detours and obstacles, and noble in ignoble temptations. The beauty of these estimable protagonists is that they sincerely, tenderly, and earnestly, address an impressionable audience, knowing virtuous acts will positively influence their viewer’s character. In turn, a protagonist's decision to pursue right over wrong, justice over injustice, teaches a viewer to strive for goodness and demonstrate a pure heart. To boot, these lessons are tenfold more visceral through the character’s potent display of emotion, not inhibited by animation, but enhanced by it due to Disney’s outstanding performance. The emotions that Disney characters convey enrich the sentiments of the moral because they perfectly echo the unfiltered and complex nature of authentic human feeling. A character’s animated and voiced-acted happiness is depicted with evident and believable vigor. Equally, a character's sorrows are accomplished with the same masterful reflection of human realness. Disney has illuminated the lives of innumerable souls with its phenomenal production, moving lessons, endearing characters, and striking emotion. Every Disney experience has left me enraptured and I can confidently proclaim that my life has been permanently touched by its faithful genuineness and magnificent transcendence.

My faith in God has helped me push through extraordinarily difficult events in my life where conceding to the weight of sorrow felt like the easiest solution. In the year 2018, I lost my cousin, Memo, to suicide. I had never witnessed the people I loved so tremendously shatter in their resolve and wither with such potent despair. As a Christian family, it was God that helped guide us out of our spiritual destitution and into a place of self-forgiveness and peace. Prayer was my biggest ally during that time because I knew that I had an attentive companion at my side, heeding my pleas with benevolence and unsurpassable empathy. I felt sick with grief for my aunt and her younger son who had lost their treasured loved one and bore witness to his lifeless body having been deprived of its beautiful, animated soul. I prayed to God to help them through their anguish so that they could be released from their emotional burdens, not forgetting their loved one, but fondly remembering him while living in God’s blanket of tranquility. When I lost my grandmother to a stroke, I was thrown back into that recess of grief. My grandmother was like a second mom who joined me in nearly every moment of happiness and sorrow. Her death felt like the steady Earth I once confidently traversed brittled and grew littered with sinkholes. Losing the security that my grandmother provided severely hindered my ability to carry on living with intention and joy. I felt that my happiness had been permanently eradicated and that living had lost its appeal, becoming merely a bleak obligation. Once more, I sought comfort the way I knew best, bowing my head and whispering ardent prayers. In a state of desperation, I entreated God to liberate me of my misery, still, there persisted a throbbing pain that fed on my vitality, weakening my steadfastness. Even then, I gripped onto my lingering tenacity through the seemingly perpetual despair, knowing that God would help me brave the storm. In the end, my resilience ultimately led to healing because I had committed to endure with patience and faith. Though my expectations of instantaneous relief opposed God’s nature of slow and steady gradualism, when I accepted his plan, I was granted liberating peace. As I am faced with making decisions on my career path, I struggle to keep resolute, for the uncertainties put into question my passions and taunt my insecurities. I feel as though I cannot distinguish my interests and the confusion keeps me in a state of limbo, fearful and paralyzed. Recently, I have adopted the habit of praying for enlightenment in which I ask God to reveal my proper path. Sometimes, the paths I desire are closed and others unfold, leading me toward clarity and prosperity that an absence of faith could never engender. God’s guidance, when I have trusted his omnipotence, has continually proven a reliable and gracious aid. Though I still strain to decipher my next steps as an ambitious but anxiety-ridden degree seeker, I am granted reassurance that my final resolutions will serve me well for they are made in God’s insightful presence.

I have built determination through my endeavor as a classical pianist, practicing countless hours to hone my craft. Pursuing classical piano has taught me the value of unwavering self-application as the art is demanding and often grueling. I began self-teaching during Covid and with my consistent efforts and astute focus, I learned to play advanced pieces far beyond my years. There are many facets of respect, the one that resonates with me the most being self-respect. I believe that self-respect is displayed in having dignity, maturity, and conscientiousness in tempting situations that neglect these values. I have exemplified self-respect by maintaining celibacy and treasuring innocence. As a Christian, chastity has been an inculcated value, however, this belief has extended beyond a creed and into a sacred practice that I devotedly abide by. I am a proud member of humanity’s innovative minds, involving myself in D.I., and pursuing the visual arts. When I was in D.I., my team and I were presented with challenges that required testing unfamiliar territory in search of creative solutions. Furthermore, as an artist who graduated from an art school, I have produced a massive portfolio overflowing with works, each distinct from the next as a challenge to my innovative capacity. Art is a skill that requires one to embrace adventure, dig up novel ideas, and join them with imagination and fearless envelope-pushing. My oscillating art expeditions have led me to wild discoveries that have contributed to my most fantastically outlandish and innovative creations. While I am a pianist and visual artist, I also have years of experience in theater and dance, further lending to my artistic versatility. As an elementary student, I attended a school that specializes in the fine arts which granted me invaluable opportunities to discover my interests and earnestly pursue them. I participated in plays, musicals, dance recitals, choir, orchestra, clubs, and art exhibitions. Thanks to my early introduction, I am now enraptured with the fine art realm and am striving for a P.h.D. in piano performance. I have had the privilege of growing up in a culturally diverse environment. Attending demographically dense schools throughout my education has opened up opportunities to engage with people from different walks of life. Additionally, my heritage has opened up several exciting cultural experiences where I have been able to learn more about myself as a biracial, multi-ethnic individual. My Mexican side has revealed to me the beauties of a tight-knit community, one that is unbreakable, resilient, and nurturing. Equally, my Italian side brought me to the iconic boot, into its lush terrain where I now live and continue to expand my cultural knowledge. What's more, I also have experience as an exchange student in South Korea and will return in the year 2024. My consistent exposure to the diverse cultures intertwined among me has instilled a passion for breaking ethnocentrism and engaging with the polychromatic globe. Volunteering as a kindergarten teacher at my church has softened my heart for children and deepened my love for God. My experience taught me how to have patience and calm kindness. Through learning these skills, I have strengthened my compassion and vitalized my matriarchal nurturing. In my gentle but firm volunteering, I have witnessed immense growth in my students, filling me with pride and affection. I plan to make a resounding impact in society by exercising these values as my self-fulfillment and contribution to global kindness. My passion for the arts, love for children, and rich cultural experience inspire me to lead a life that galvanizes others to venture into the new and challenging for self-gain and societal improvement.

The book that resonated with me most deeply is titled "An Equal Music" and was written by Vikram Seth. The story is about a young male violinist who is enraptured by music but is troubled by romance issues. His predicament is so deep-rooted that his musical concentration skews and he becomes impotent and irrevocably dependent on his love interest, a hearing-impaired pianist. By the premise alone, it is not convincing that this read is an absolute necessity, however, the story is wrought with an emotional depth that is as palpable as it is transcendent. At the time that I read this book, I had just begun my journey as an aspiring classical pianist. The content of this book, being largely inspired by hardships that accompany musician-hood, though often despairing, profoundly moved the intangible workings of my soul. The protagonist's enduring love for music amid tribulations from the hiatus of his orchestra, to the experience of discovering his kindred spirits' marital status, intensified my musical passion for I bore witness to a fervor so resilient that not even ineffable anguish could exhaust. Seth’s ability to accurately and poignantly animate these complex and multifaceted human emotions is a testimony to the realism and visceral power this book exemplifies. I would encourage anyone to read this book so that they can experience the exhilarating emotional journey that Seth eloquently illustrates with uncensored honesty. The vicissitudes of emotion that color this story beautifully animate the characters as they not only live within the page but enter into the reader’s mind, bringing with them their buoyant happiness and abject agony. As a reader, I search for books that will transport me into their meticulously crafted dimension so that I can tread among the characters as a member of their story. “An Equal Music” accomplished this prerequisite and so much more for emotions that I never had been exposed to came raging down on my open heart, revealing a human depth that inspired and disturbed me. I believe that we must seek literary works that will betray human’s instinctive tendency to veil unpleasantries in whitewashed secrecy. The weight and weightlessness that is candid human emotion is an experience that enriches us. The rawness of emotion is what cleanses us, and when we allow it entry into an accepting mind, we enhance our empathy and reveal a life unclouded by superficiality.

Free speech is essential in expanding our understanding of the greater world beyond our finite mental scope. When we partake in community discussions, we are opening up opportunities to absorb diverse information for our intellectual benefit. An individual’s knowledge massively aids in our variegation of ideas and introduces new topics into our mental reservoir. The more we venture into new conversational territory, the more we increase our subject repertoire. Devoting attention to global issues and concepts as an active listener and communicator improves our ability to understand effectively and astutely. Consider a society that banned free speech. We have some knowledge of the repercussions because provocative books have emerged, envisioning dystopias where loose mouths are liable to severe government intervention. The simulations these books render are startling, if not treacherous, for they call to our attention the detrimental ramifications of regulated and monitored thought. Depriving a society of free speech directly affects its intellectual cache because it deliberately seals away counter-opinions that may compromise a safe single-mindedness. Enforcing limitations on free speech generates a habitat of isolation that stifles one’s mental creativity and capacities. Moreover, oppression by silence results in ideas festering in the same intellectual pool that is either one’s own mind or the collective in-group’s mind. As a side effect, stagnant thought within an unexposed autonomy intensifies one’s beliefs and promotes extremism. This subject begs the question, why is free speech in debate to begin with? In other words, what is the inconceivable appeal of expunging free speech from academia? Hushed voices, from a tyrannical perspective, limit the consequences of riled, rowdy debaters. There is a level of safety and tranquility in extinguishing free speech because when we are quieted, there is no longer the risk of verbal dynamism that threatens to sway an imagined sense of peace. Discourse involves contrary opinions exchanged from opposing teams or beholders of disagreeing ideologies. Consequently, this kind of liberal environment can evoke hostility when there exists harbored sensitivities or insecurities that feel encroached upon or offended. In any argument, we bring to the table our precious ideas that have formulated from our experience, exploration, curiosity and musings. Naturally, we yearn for our opposing faction to address our ideas with respect, class, and dignity. However, when discussion grows heated, our promises of civility may quake and snap, resulting in lashing out and compromised composure. We must enter into a debate with resilience and poise that contains enough strength to weather potentially offensive ideas. We must not allow others' opinions to challenge our self-worth or misunderstand that their thoughts are targeted insults. When we have fully grasped this concept, we can whole-heartedly and uninhibitedly experience the benefits of intelligent, diverse, and thoughtful conversation. The beauty that results from this matured perspective is the self-control one builds and refines so that when increasingly sensitive subjects arise, one can approach them with equanimity. Furthermore, we must also nurture our ability to empathize, solidifying our patience and compassion for those who are different from us. As a Humanities major, I am required to take several Philosophy courses in which our class discusses highly existential and touchy topics. Our conversations range from instant gratification, to pretty privilege, to narcissism, and each prompt is followed by an earnest debate that has largely contributed to my growth as an individual. With each discussion, a new idea is propounded from the careful consideration of a unique mind different from my own. This process of exchange has been tremendously enlightening as well as transformative for it has taught me the value of embracing the new for the evolution of the old.

My name is Annabella Cianciulli and I come from Dallas, Texas where I spent all of my youth playing imaginary princess and adorning myself in offensively vibrant ruffled tutus. I have always been inclined to the fine arts from music, to dance, to theater, to visual art. All through elementary school, I attended Rosemont which excelled in the fine arts and taught its students the value of creative exploration. I appreciate my school for opening up the world of creative arts because it helped breed my eagerness to experience novelty, be adventurous, and express myself freely. I was able to involve myself in dance recitals, plays, art exhibits, choir and musical concerts all thanks to the fruitful and inspiring curricular values of my school. My early exposure laid down a path toward both music and visual arts venturing outside of school terrain and into my personal recreation. Choir was my unfaltering passion paired with visual arts. I joined a professional choir at the age of twelve and climbed up the totem pole until I was sixteen when I took a break to focus on visual arts. In high school, I attended my final two years at Booker. T where I specialized in visual arts and took music classes on the side. Though I was technically a visual conservatory member, I had a raging passion for music and entered two of my school’s choirs along with music theory and songwriting. To boot, I was also in hot pursuit of becoming a pianist as I had a revelation during Covid that stimulated my mental gears toward self-improvement. At the start of Covid, I was caught in a web of stagnation and restlessness, needing a goal to reignite my passion for living. I found that in the piano and dedicated innumerable hours to practicing so that I could excel rapidly and conquer ambitious goals. Fast-forward to now, I am still equally bewitched by the dazzling universe of music. Though I am not actively pursuing a music degree, I aspire to get my Ph.D. in piano performance once I complete my bachelor's in Humanities. Music-making is not commonly viewed as one of the most necessary jobs on our planet, in fact, it is often undervalued, labeled inauspicious, unsuccessful and unlucrative. This notion is a devastating travesty to me because music is universal, omnipresent, and a remedy that fortifies humanity. From an informed and open-minded light, music is like the creative version of doctors because it is the musician’s that, rather than with medicines and tools, but with instruments, mend our emotional wounds and restore our spirits. Where we go to doctors to heal our physical injuries, we turn to music to mellow our frustration and to amplify our bliss. Music is vital in a world dense with emotional turbulence and writhing aggravation because it guides us into a sound headspace where we can refresh and return to reality as recomposed individuals. Furthermore, music acts as a mass invitation to unify society in mutual celebration. Through unification in shared passion for music, we are relinquishing our oppositions and rejoicing as members of humanity, as enjoyers of music, not adversaries, not opponents. I want to contribute to this phenomenal practice that has revitalized countless souls in desolation and returned them to peace of mind. The beauty of it all is that behind the catharsis, there is the rapturous creation of sounds produced by my hands, capable of feats parallel to doctors. With my aspired career, I hope that I can ease a wary humanity by reminding them of one of life's most pleasurable gifts: music.

I was introduced to the galaxy of books at a young age when I still struggled with differentiating “weird” from “wierd”. Fortunately, my reading habit knocked that word scuffle right out of me and I, uninhibitedly, adventured into the whimsical land of fiction. Since then, books have become cherished members of my life because they provide a refreshing solace from a world that lacks the multicolored sparks of boundless imagination, linguistic iridescence, and emotional incandescence. Reading is an exercise that encourages your brain to explore complex, eccentric, philosophical and fanciful ideas. I have found the more I read, the more knowledge I gain in a vast field of subjects from American history, to Communism in China, to the phenomenon of human animation, to the anatomy of cats. Garnering knowledge through reading is an excellent method for refining your intellectual cache. It challenges you to consider different ideas through an expansive range of lenses all of which view the world uniquely. This unfiltered exposure aids in the reader’s inclination toward curiosity, an invaluable quality that lends to remarkable discovery and mental enrichment. My curiosity has taken me on phenomenal expeditions where I have stretched my awareness beyond my introspection and into the terrains of alternate realities. Venturing into a book requires you to engage with the voice that narrates the story, following its direction and heeding its words. I enjoy a broad spectrum of authors because each writing style drastically differs from the next. One voice may be inquisitive, clumsy, humorous, and playful while another may be urbane, sophisticated, cynical and stoic. Each genre of voice provides an inimitable and unique experience for the reader because it reveals a novel mentality. As readers, we must be accepting of whatever voice navigates us because we have entered the author's territory and therefore must place faith in their storytelling. I have been reluctant to read specific authors because of an unfair preassessment of their writing. However, when I have pushed past that hesitation and embraced any literary enigma, or book subjected to my skepticism, I have not always found rapture, but I have found gratitude and diversification of thought. My relinquishing of prejudices has deepened my empathy for the voices of authors who differ from my personal characteristics. By investing attention in their opposing and idiosyncratic stories, I have nurtured a patience and matured understanding of the beauty behind literary diversity. Books have led me along a meandering path of enlightenment and it is because of this fruitful voyage that I have resolved to improve as a scholar and writer. As I had the privilege of blossoming into an avid reader in my early single-digit years, my consistent exposure to creative English language planted a precocious zeal in me. I fell enraptured with the fantastic concept of words as puzzle pieces needing artful manipulation and strategic command. The innumerable outputs of a flexible and bountiful language astounded me and I craved to apprise myself of its formula and master its game. My passion has only intensified through years of feverish reading and I continue to experience immeasurable bliss in the pulchritude of words, if not with increased fervor. Books, as a source of my fanaticism, have encouraged me to attempt writing as a personal recreation. Now, I aspire to create books of my own with the lush language and awe-inspiring rhetoric of my literary mentors and role models. It is a gift to have been introduced to the lavish land of books because it awakened a latent passion in me that now propels me toward authorhood and erudition. Thank you for your consideration!

Many of us prefer to believe that all is copacetic, glossing over the darker truth because to address the inner turmoil would be to sacrifice the feigned peace that is maintaining superficial composure. I confess I am guilty of this. It is extraordinarily difficult to confront my emotional hardships because it requires me to take down my inauthentic, sugar-coated guard and uninhibitedly, consciously witness my pain. Pain is candid and therefore unabashedly shrouded in insecurity, exhaustion, resentment, anguish, animosity, disdain, and sickness. All of these negative emotions that reside within me, and all those struggling, are shoved in the desolate corners of our minds so that we can hide them from onlookers and ourselves. This is what leads to denial and exacerbated self-destruction. Facing our emotional burdens is highly uncomfortable and forces our eyes to stare down the homely truth, but it is necessary and ultimately restores us. Time is an integral factor in allowing us to recover because it is not rushed and promotes gentle forgiveness. We are not able to extinguish the complex injuries of emotional upheaval under a time constraint. Recuperating is a journey that demands patience, self-honesty and self-compassion. Consistently denying ourselves help or careful attention leads to habitual self-neglect that makes healing increasingly difficult. In refusing to address emotional problems, there is an attitude of stoicism that affects self-deprecation and disrespect. Part of having respect for ourselves is accepting our issues and understanding that our afflictions do not negate our value. Self-love and self-appreciation are practices that we as an inherently emotional society need to implement habitually and with fastidious care. By affirming to ourselves that we are valuable, important, capable, and worthy, we are stifling the current of negativity that drones in our subconscious. With consistency and sincerity, our emotional baggage will diminish and our confidence grow. We must nurture a self-appreciating mindset because to delude ourselves into believing that we are inferior, faulty, or okay when we are not, is committing an enormous self-injury. Treating ourselves with kindness acknowledges that we are deserving. Through exercising this, we can relieve ourselves of needless pessimism and alleviate neuroticism so that we may live in peace and emotional freedom. When I am contending with emotional issues, I find it helps me best when I seek a comfortable action or object. Many advocate against distraction as they argue that it is merely suppressing the negativity without de-rooting its still intact and malignant source. However, though I support this belief, I disagree that finding a soothing distraction is deleterious for it can prevent increased frustration and conciliate a harborer of pain. For me, when I temporarily reshift my focus on an item or activity, I am allowing myself a break to recollect myself and reanalyze a taxing predicament. The gravity of the problem is then reduced because I approach it with tranquility and mental soundness. Upon regaining my composure, I remind myself that discomfort is okay and that this obstacle is both conquerable and temporary. When I can generate these healthy thoughts, then I feel reassured that my tribulation is not a dictator, not immortal, not fatal, but a feasible challenge. These affirmations reinforce my self-worth for I am recognizing that I am capable of overcoming hardship as well as acknowledging that my pain is not a deformation, mistake, misattribution, or flaw, but a sign of my sentience. In my sentience, a testimony to a sensitive but resilient heart, I know that I am okay, for it is what makes me human and capable of strength just as much as pain.

I am a nineteen-year-old American girl born and raised in Dallas, Texas where I attended all of grade school making commendable grades other than in Math. About a year ago, I moved to Italy to a diminutive village called Laureana where there is not much to do but plenty of lush vegetation to see. I currently attend a university in Rome called John Cabot where I began as a Literature major and converted to the less head-ache-inducing religion of Humanities. My college story contains some interesting background detail that perhaps you should be apprised of… When the pandemic hit, the resulting inactivity diseased me with cabin fever and it is, ironically, undramatic of me to state that I was becoming a rotting human carcass. Winding down into my introspective cocoon, there remained an undercurrent of inspiration that was the piano. The piano is a significant character in my life because it has always been present as an unreachable fantasy floating in my subconscious. I mustered the courage, or rather my parents harnessed the audacity, to toss me into piano lessons at an early age and, to your shock, I protested in feral rebellion. Though Mr.Piano and I had a rough start, we made amends at the fledgling stages of the pandemic, and a couple of months in, we were inseparable pals. Once the risk of the pandemic began to abate in the Fall of 2021, I returned to school as a senior at Booker T. Washington. During my senior year, I devoted hours of practice to becoming an accomplished pianist, skipping lunch to huddle in the practice rooms and excusing myself from social gatherings to perfect my scales. The amount of effort I poured into music greatly surpassed the hours I spent as a social teenager. From my unwavering commitment came remarkable results that proved to me my capabilities and potential for a musical path. When the time came to apply to colleges, I was married to the idea of attending music school at all costs, even if it meant I had to decline the thrilling and carefree opportunities of high school youth. However, despite my raging passion, I was inhibited by severe performance anxiety that prevented me from taking the necessary steps toward an official application. In reviewing the requirements for my schools of interest, I found myself at an impasse because the standard they set was beyond my capacities. Several pieces from highly advanced musical genres, in other words, the entirety of bona fide classical, were mandatory and inescapable, forcing a reality on me that ended in capitulation. The dream of attending a music conservatory endures with me today as I face the onslaught of assignments that do not have me playing Chopin but writing about the dark humor in "Cask of Amontillado". I am grateful to be a college student regardless of my degree plan for it is a privilege to pursue knowledge in a professional and focused environment. However, dreams, if they are born from earnestness, are unfaltering warblings in the recesses of the mind that fix one in a state of tunnel vision. It is now my greatest aspiration to attend a music conservatory as an undergraduate who will perhaps not bring astounding skill, but fiery ambition and unrelenting passion. Here in Italy, this money would help me get through all of music school without a trace of debt. I would be overwhelmed with joy and a sense of refreshing relief if I were granted this auspicious gift because it would result in my dream, my steadfast, enthralling dream, finally becoming a reality. Thank you!

The nature of our world, if you've ever dedicated a few seconds to ponder, is rather bizarre and ineffably perplexing, so much so that if you think too much, an eruption of anxiety rattles your sanity. The physical world alone is amazingly mind-boggling like how billions of us infinitesimal humans trek a comparably inconsequential planet that casually spins like a disco ball around a perpetually exploding star. Yes, that is indeed perturbing and borderline chaotic but that is without even mentioning the spiritual essence that magically animates us humans. That is quadruple the conundrum because it is intangible and harbors a byzantine history of controversies, a whitewashed word for desolation, depravity and bloodshed. With the inexplicable motor in our fleshy human bodies that propel us and the paradoxically massive and microscopic terrain that supports us, we live in a dimension of relativity fused with the almost supernatural. The very state of our being, how we vary in personality, preferences, attitudes, behavior, irrespective of our biological chemistry, points to a nontemporal source. Even still, there is the reverse perspective that we are simply products of evolution and that psychology is the primary factor in our human constitution. Once more, there is the dichotomy of Earth as an intricate construction of the divine and Earth as a result of space rocks colliding, exploding, ricocheting, and merging together. Science versus an enigmatic creator are the fundamental constituents of our finite understanding, and as members of planet Earth, we possess the prerogative to adopt the beliefs that spark a connection. Our universe is infinitely enormous with innumerable phenomena and as curious creatures, we have regurgitated a plethora of theories to aid in an explanation. This is commendable and exemplifies humanity’s nature of seeking answers to demystify what is shrouded in uncertainty. Ever since homo-sapiens discovered will and independent thought, we have explored various justifications for the condition of existence. Our ideas and proposals built off each other in continuous ascension where each preceding one improved in believability until technology could offer a semi-absolute verification. Wondrous and enlightened, we arrive at the present where our brains have sophisticated and we traverse in improved clarity. However, how well do we know the state of being and how deeply do we dive into the unknown? Above all, who cares? It appears that we are all fine and dandy, if not complacent and a tad bit lackadaisical. Certainly, we know enough, so is that not testimony to a job well done and a justification for a siesta? The answer is absolutely not, for there lies in the gray mist an overabundance of mysteries that beckon for our attention and if we choose neglect over curiosity, we deny ourselves discovery and advancement! Curiosity is the inclination to unveil a secret, an itching pest in the noggin that taunts one with their ignorance and prompts them to snoop around for answers. When we are curious, we search into unexplored recesses that carry reservoirs of awaiting knowledge. The kernels of information that we excavate massively contribute to our understanding of the universe as not just our home, but a facilitator of human life. One inquiry triggers the next and a surplus of hypotheses arise. For example, why do humans desperately need validation? Well, perhaps we crave adulation or merely need gentle reminders of our worth to feel whole. What is wholeness? Well, perhaps it is fulfillment upon outside recognition or maybe it is contentment with one’s unaltered, natural self. These inklings and attempts to apply language to concepts are invaluable because they generate earnest thought. Thinking is what then leads to mental development and intellectual refining for it is an exercise strengthening the fluidity of analyzing. Wonderment is thus a muscle enhanced upon activity, theories are a weight that challenge our capacity, and answers become an amplifier to our intellectual brawn. Human harmony is a miraculous and highly beneficial byproduct of curiosity. We are meant to interact with one another, for we are inherently social beings that require stimulation. Upon extinguishing a human’s opportunity to socialize, we become mentally lethargic, dull, aloof, and apathetic. Therefore, this is why we flock to one another: so that we may relish our natural environment which sustains and intertwines us. A magnificent aspect of interpersonal functions is that it is defined by exchange, verbal or nonverbal. In other words, dialogue, or communication, is a learning experience in which we gain or confirm knowledge. A crucial ingredient to this practice is, once more, curiosity, as it is what evokes a question and results in an answer. Uniting as mentally stimulated creatures is integral in learning, and, as an autonomous, intellectually sufficient force, we multiply our efficiency toward making discoveries. Your knowledge then becomes my knowledge and vice versa to the degree that a pool of esoteric and eclectic ideas form to receive information deposits and withdrawals. However, there is a catch, for when like-minded people consort together, they exacerbate their common beliefs and reject counter ideas. This is why it is vital that we not only seek one another’s company, but pursue a diverse crowd with thoughts that will inspire and affect novelty. All in all, seek to extend and variegate your ideas versus aggrandize or exacerbate them! Interaction is critical, but how else can we familiarize ourselves with the nature of our multifaceted universe? Tuning in our unwittingly selective ears to the various voices of our Earth is another tip that may bear exotic fruit. This ties highly into the aforementioned social example. However, it is important to note that communication extends beyond social interactivity and actually influences the greater world from our perceptions of politics to the environment. Our most promising efforts to understand the universe are then to educate ourselves on Earth’s current state of affairs. Furthermore, we must all find it within ourselves to realize the gravity of life as mortal, and therefore invaluable, and then sincerely manifest our concerns. It is a fault to superficially subscribe to a party without knowledge of its true intentions, and a devastating self-deprivation to live in complete ignorance. Our home is inundated with issues ranging from pollution to racism and the fact that there remains a fraction of our population that neither invests, listens, nor takes action, is terrifying. To understand the world, or better yet, to save it, we must temporarily relinquish our comforts to inform ourselves on what is upturned and how to restore it. As inhabitants, it is our inborn, moral responsibility to care for our home and tend to its longevity so that we may ensure continuity of life and intellectual gain. I witness in my human counterparts both escaping obligation to care and an awareness of the severity but a rejection of empathy and prevention. The fate of the universe’s tranquility, soundness, and human compatibility lies within our collective hand, therefore, it is exercising concern followed by action that will save us. Moreover, this behavior displays a realization of the importance of understanding a fragment of the most precious part of our universe, sacred Earth. There is much to be gained from understanding how the universe operates from opening up imaginative thought, to breeding new ideas, to revitalizing inquisition, to fortifying intellectual capacity, to growing concern for temporal dilemmas, to maturing as a compassionate and well-informed member of the planet. The beauty of life is the journey of acclimating to the universe as at first a mere inhabitant, then a traveler, then an explorer, and finally a discoverer. This self-building adventure is epitomized by the value one ultimately finds in being a universe archeologist. Unearth the secrets, divulge the information, spread the awareness, enjoy the interpretations, develop the ideas, pursue diversity, and aim for intellectual greatness!

Future Annabella Cianciulli is a radiantly confidant, noble, compassionate, globally involved, intelligent, sophisticated, curious, refined, well-informed, humble, fashionable, eloquent, conscientious, affable musician-writer-poet-philosopher-cat enthusiast-Chopin fantatic-artist-dancer-thespian-volunteer-activist-philanthropist-environmentalist with roaring ambitions, integrity, panache and perseverance who gives when greedy, listens when impatient, breathes when frustrated, recovers when broken, loves when angered, forgives when resentful, and prays when troubled, all in the name of embracing optimism and exemplifying God’s creed, for she lives to bask in life’s blessings, life’s glory as a diapason of contentment, of tranquility, of gratitude!

My most memorable volunteer experience was working as a kindergarten teacher for my community church. I would come in every Sunday morning and prepare the lessons for my students who always entered the classroom with eyes reflecting profound awe. It touched my soul when they waddled in with their endearing grins and playful giggles. Their excitement validated my role as a teacher, filling me with a sense of fulfillment and peace that my work was positively transforming and enriching their souls. I loved working with my students because of their eager inquisitiveness and sincere fascination with the Bible. Their earnestness is what motivated me to explore the Bible deeply and attentively so that I could provide insightful tutelage, create a lasting impression, and nurture a reverence for God. Originally, my goal as a volunteer was shallow, merely to satisfy high school requirements. I recall being reluctant, fearing that the task would evoke stress and frustration. However, on my first day a demure girl who timidly crept her way into my classroom elicited a feeling in me that resembled protection and a yearning to comfort. She was evidently nervous and I felt an urge to assuage her unease so that she could relax and enjoy the lesson with an unburdened conscience. I shot her a wink and beckoned her forward, pulling out a chair and handing her a pack of gummies. Gradually, as the class unfolded, I noticed her hesitantly emerging from her shell and by the end, she had me embraced in a ginger hug. I was profoundly moved by that experience because I had witnessed the evolution of this adorable adolescent from anxiety wrought to radiant and tranquil. The most beautiful aspect was that I had contributed to this transition simply by engaging her through sharing my love of God. That experience planted a seed of motherly-nurturing and hospitable affection within me in which I felt I was caring for my biological children. The majority of my students entered with apprehension and I felt an inherent tug in my chest to placate their qualms and reassure them that they were safe. I am overjoyed that volunteering manifested this latent quality in me for it has opened my eyes to my passion for children. My love for young children has fortified my faith in God as well as made a substantial impact on my perception of volunteer work. My time as a teacher has motivated me to look for other volunteer opportunities so that I may reimmerse myself in the blissful environment of carefree children who enter your classroom in precious, heartfelt wonderment. Now that I am in college, I am seeking to study abroad in Korea where I hope I can continue my volunteer work as an English teacher. I aspire to return to Korea once I graduate and dedicate a few years to being a full-fledged English teacher. I hope that I can instill the same enthusiasm that I saw in my past students where their curiosity intensified, effort improved, and passion flourished. My experience as a volunteer has lent to a newfound tenderness toward embracing students who hesitate and fostering them into ardent learners. Consequently, I have grown in my compassion and sensitivity which helps me delicately guide children with patience and care. This enrichment of my most cherished value has graced me with immense joy for I have succeeded in both discovering myself and aiding children in discovering themselves.

I have been privileged to be raised in an environmentally conscientious family where recycling has been a stressed point ever since I could decipher the symbol on the iconically green disposal bin. Because I have been exposed to the tutelage of my environmentalist family, I have developed an expanded awareness of the state of our world and its decline. Our sacred home is losing its vitality as we profligate its resources with little concern for the ramifications. The detrimental habits of our prodigal civilization have resulted in stupendously harmful aftereffects that persist and exacerbate in gravity. As an ecologically conscious individual, I participate in preventative measures such as implementing my recycling system at my college dorm. I have encouraged my roommates to contribute to my recycling project by being mindful of the products they purchase and how to dispose of them. Witnessing their efforts has lifted my spirits and filled me with a sense of hope for it is testimony to people’s willingness upon being informed. The beauty of working together in the grand strike of ceasing wastefulness is the moment of epiphany opening their enlightened eyes. When reality finally manifests and the peril that is industrial production dawns on my dubbed apprentices, they burst into resolve and enthusiastically join in on the recycling mission. One of the most proactive and proud investments I have made toward saving our planet has been this journey of spreading awareness and galvanizing my peers to pursue helpful change. I have seized every opportunity to instill the knowledge of our suffering climate and have been consistently met with earnest compassion. Another practice I have been able to incorporate into my daily routine is opting to commute by foot versus by vehicle. I feel a sense of satisfaction and importance when I deliberately reject other means of transportation because I am making small but meaningful advancements toward affecting change. I am convinced of this preventative strategy, so much so that I designed posters for our school campus which promote biking and walking. I believe that one of the most treacherous tragedies of today’s time is the negligence and indifference a massive percentage of our population has toward the health of our Earth. I have painfully witnessed drivers toss trash from their car windows with such nonchalance as if inhaling air. This disregard is terrifying for it perpetuates a disrespect for the sacred, invaluable Earth we tread. Every minor transgression such as discarding trash on the road, unfurls into a major domino effect. Deleterious practices are then normalized and our planet sinks further into the recess of destruction. If we could address each individual with a misled mindset of apathy and educate them on the state of affairs, we could generate exponential change. As a human being inhabiting this Earth, it is my inherent and inexcusable duty to care for my home. As an environmentalist, I naturally carry this obligation, but it is paired with a responsibility of engendering awareness that only the conscientious can execute. Reducing our carbon footprint is not conditional on whether one accepts its implications or not. It is a moral must and it is my ambition to propagate this knowledge as Earth’s advocate so that we grow considerate to nature’s fragility and actively respect its endurance as our resilient and sole lifeline.

The most wonderful aspect of human life is the power to share our gifts with the world. No matter what your gifts may be, whether talent, financial affluence, gregariousness, or compassion, they can be shared and consequently enhance another’s life. The beauty of wielding this innate ability is the rapture of witnessing the recipient benefit from your costless kindness. Their smile initiates a smile of your own that satiates the natural human craving for wholeness, soundness, and fulfillment. In youth, there is immature selfishness, of insatiably wanting and fearing giving for it is perceived as a personal loss. Our reservoir of gifts is preserved within our possession because we feel that we are happiest in abundance and uncompromised comfort. I was once clouded by that misconception, though fortunately, was granted an opportunity to gain clarity through volunteer service. In the beginning, I was reluctant to join our volunteer group, blinded by the pull of laziness and self-gratification. Despite my protests, I was put to work, being assigned jobs such as scrubbing toilets, polishing furniture, and preparing meals for other volunteers. The practice of helping others is often not glamorous but demanding, grueling and rigorous. I knew what a relaxing, easy life was and the help that was required of me forced me to leave those luxuries and seek discomfort. I dreaded emptying strangers' bathroom trash, mopping the public restroom floors, and slapping salami onto a thousand slices of bread. At the time, my mind was preoccupied with immature contempt and a self-righteous resistance to fully apply myself. I felt that my discomfort was punishment and believed my seemingly inconsequential work was of little benefit and therefore not worth the exertion. However, I quickly learned how skewed my vision was for the efforts that I and my team put forth made a significant difference in the cleanliness of the communal areas and stock of prepared lunches. The bathrooms were sparkling and stomachs made satisfied, and even though this was not an extravagant gift, it meant that volunteers could enjoy an improved work experience. It is easy to associate helping others with depriving oneself, as I once did. However, volunteer work taught me that to help others, to temporarily set aside one's pleasure and prioritize the needs of another, is not deprivation but fulfillment. We can, with our minds and bodies alone, relieve another’s pain and replace it with peace and joy. This epiphany of our capabilities and the resounding effect it has on others makes one feel empowered to continue the practice as well as to galvanize others in the helping project. I gained the desire to help when I realized that my contributions lent to an improved working environment for my fellow volunteers. Their relief was my catalyst to adopting the mentality of sharing my blessings and affecting positive change with my capacities. By lending a helping hand, we are fueling the cycle of giving which trickles down from one person in need to the next. Another’s kindness will lighten the dispirited who then are instilled with the gumption and restoring strength to share the compassion. It is in bearing witness to the magic of our helping efforts that we discover life's supreme joy. Through unsolicited kindness, we are enriching our time on Earth as purveyors of help and receivers of spiritual contentment.

I have been an active member of the arts community ever since my pudgy pubescent hands seized a Prismacolor. I am the daughter of a retired art teacher who made it her sacred duty to galvanize her children toward artistic exploration. Early on, I displayed notable talent in the visual arts with my precocious fine motor skills and color theory sensitivities. The praise of my peers and teachers complimented with my mother’s encouragement epiphanized my potential, thus directing my intentions towards art clubs. I continued attending art clubs consistently throughout all grade school, generating a massive portfolio that has won me competitions and a fine wall exhibit. During my elementary school years, I was also drawn to music and wielded a magnetic affinity for singing. My acceptance at the age of 12 to the Children’s Chorus of Greater Dallas marked the start of a 6-year commitment packed with shows at the Meyerson. Paired with my passion for singing was a fickle and yet unremitting interest in the piano. I began lessons at the patent age of immaturity where slacking off led me to a remarkably catastrophic piano recital. Fortunately, the piano was too special a passion to extinguish at a mere failure. I returned to it twice more, my third attempt marking the most fruitful as practice was finally established as a necessity. At that time, Covid was rampant and its accompanying isolation granted me the hours I needed to properly study. The desire for results in a period of global oppression resulted in my wanting to prevail and defeat the stagnation. When Covid became a reduced threat and schools reopened, I returned as an antsy, eager senior. My former school, Booker T. Washington, specializes in the fine arts and is divided into four conservatories. I was granted the privilege of participating in two of these conservatories: visual and music. There I joined my school choir and took an advanced music theory class while also attending visual art classes including painting and fibers. As I was still in hot pursuit of piano excellence, ripe in my passion post-virtual learning, I dedicated my free periods to practicing. My time at Booker T. exponentially increased my musical aspirations as I was enveloped by awe-inspiring talent from vigilant peers. Their talent honed into phenomenal skill exemplified my hope as a fledgling pianist with lofty ambition. With the zeal that I possessed in my musical prime, I made a conscious decision to grow into an accomplished pianist. Now that I am in college, not as a piano major, but as a Humanities major, my plans have undertaken a slight, but no less ardent, compromise. Having flourished in a musically rich environment, I realized the importance of music in my life as not just recreation but sustenance. My musical curiosity has propelled me towards dazzling dreams where I imagine a piano Ph.D. or cat-walking the Broadway stage. These fantasies are glamorous hopes of a helplessly enraptured fanatic, nevertheless; they are sources of immense excitement. My music journey extends many rigorous years ahead however; my sincere passion has magnified and endured. My goal is to enter a master's program where I can receive the attentive training of professionals that will guide me along a perfectly tailored path to musical mastery. It is also to reunite with my fellow musicians and excite each other through our thriving synergy. Furthermore, it is to improve beyond my perceived capacity and refine my skill to performance-level excellence. The excitement that these prospects evoke is a testimony to my love for music that will resiliently persist until achieved.