My name is Bobby McClosky, a proud senior from East Stroudsburg South High School. I am writing this today to express my future career goals and how your club’s scholarship would help me achieve this goal. Although my upbringing has been generally problem-free, I have not always known what I would pursue as my college major. In highschool, I am involved in a plethora of clubs and school activities ranging on all sides of the academic spectrum. I was interested in learning all types of things, however, I lacked a higher motivation and a greater reasoning for wanting to target a specific job field. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I was able to realize this and I would like to share this story with you. COVID-19 exposed a lot of the negative that this world has to offer, yet the most significant struggle I faced due to the pandemic was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. I observed him trying to cope with alcohol, tobacco, and outbursts of rage, yet it was entirely futile. There is a continual, nagging fear that he may get in an accident while under the influence. It is impossible to describe how time stood still in these situations. It is sufficating. Although we were able to get through this rough patch and repair as a family, there are families out there that aren’t as lucky. Because of this, my goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. This is where the scholarship comes in. I have been grateful to be accepted into a few great biomedical engineering programs, however the tuition costs requiring loans make my dream seem less attainable. Through your support, I will be able to continue my educational journey in the hopes that one day illnesses such as my dad’s won’t be as prevalent anymore.

My name is Bobby McClosky, a proud senior from East Stroudsburg South High School. I have always been the first one of my peers to volunteer for things, always the yes man. So it is nature for me to have become well versed in the area of community service. Over the past year alone, I have supported the 570 football leagues, helped organize my school’s mini-THON event, volunteered my time as a performer at the local Shawnee Playhouse, and worked with Samaritan's Purse during the holiday season. I don’t list all of these acts of service to boast and brag, but rather to encapsulate why I feel so strongly about service. Service is more than just volunteering your time for an organization. Service is about shaping your future communities into a collective that will positively impact itself and the world around it. Just with those few activities listed above, I feel like I have been able to make a slight difference in the betterment of my community. Out of all the volunteer service I have done, the 570 camps have definitely been the most rewarding experience for me. Not only do I like interacting with kids and was able to spend time with some of my friends who helped also, but I am able to relish in the fact that I am shaping the future athletes, and more importantly, the future leaders of my community. Not only will they hopefully excel on the field and in the classroom, but will also be role models to their peers by remaining active in their school environment and staying out of trouble. Post-graduation I plan on going to a 4-year college to pursue biomedical engineering, all the while continuing to be an active service member of my school’s community. When applying to all of my various schools, I made it a priority to see whether or not those schools had good service opportunities and an overall service environment at their schools. Luckily, most of my applied schools do have this culture, so I will be able to pick up right where I left.

My name is Bobby McClosky, a proud senior from East Stroudsburg South High School. I am writing this today to express my future career goals and how your club’s scholarship would help me achieve this goal. Although my upbringing has been generally problem-free, I have not always known what I would pursue as my college major. In highschool, I am involved in a plethora of clubs and school activities ranging on all sides of the academic spectrum. I was interested in learning all types of things, however, I lacked a higher motivation and a greater reasoning for wanting to target a specific job field. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I was able to realize this and I would like to share this story with you. COVID-19 exposed a lot of the negative that this world has to offer, yet the most significant struggle I faced due to the pandemic was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. I observed him trying to cope with alcohol, tobacco, and outbursts of rage, yet it was entirely futile. Although we were able to get through this rough patch and repair as a family, there are families out there that aren’t as lucky. Because of this, my goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. This is where the scholarship comes in. I have been grateful to be accepted into a few great biomedical engineering programs, however the tuition costs requiring loans make my dream seem less attainable. Through your support, I will be able to continue my educational journey in the hopes that one day illnesses such as my dad’s won’t be as prevalent anymore.

I had the rare privilege of growing up on the stage in a theatre community surrounded by talented artists who shared their knowledge, skills and humor with me. I have made lifelong friends through our experience both on stage and in the wings. In fact, a group of us who were in "Oliver" together (almost ten years ago) still meets once a week on face time to catch up. These days, "Fagan's Gang" is at college campuses all across the country, and we are still more like family than friends in so many ways. It is in the theater that I learned to be an “active listener.” In order for a production to be successful, one must be 100% present, and truly hear what is being said. I have taken this skill into my personal relationships as well, and it really does help others to feel heard. Seen. Understood. Artists are incredible people. They are kind, caring, generous, loving and accepting. I want to continue to be surrounded by artists in college and beyond.

have always been the first one of my peers to volunteer for things, always the yes man. So it is nature for me to have become well versed in the area of community service. Over the past year alone, I have supported the 570 football leagues, helped organize my school’s mini-THON event, volunteered my time as a performer at the local Shawnee Playhouse, and worked with Samaritan's Purse during the holiday season. I don’t list all of these acts of service to boast and brag, but rather to encapsulate why I feel so strongly about service. Service is more than just volunteering your time for an organization. Service is about shaping your future communities into a collective that will positively impact itself and the world around it. Just with those few activities listed above, I feel like I have been able to make a slight difference in the betterment of my community. Out of all the volunteer service I have done, the 570 camps have definitely been the most rewarding experience for me. Not only do I like interacting with kids and was able to spend time with some of my friends who helped also, but I am able to relish in the fact that I am shaping the future athletes, and more importantly, the future leaders of my community. Not only will they hopefully excel on the field and in the classroom, but will also be role models to their peers by remaining active in their school environment and staying out of trouble. Post-graduation I plan on going to a 4-year college to pursue biomedical engineering, all the while continuing to be an active service member of my school’s community.

I have not always known what I would pursue as my college major. In high school, I am involved in a plethora of clubs and school activities ranging on all sides of the academic spectrum. I was interested in learning all types of things, however, I lacked a higher motivation and a greater reasoning for wanting to target a specific job field. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I was able to realize this and I would like to share this story with you. COVID-19 exposed a lot of the negative that this world has to offer, yet the most significant struggle I faced due to the pandemic was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. I observed him trying to cope with alcohol, tobacco, and outbursts of rage, yet it was entirely futile. Although we were able to get through this rough patch and repair as a family, there are families out there that aren’t as lucky. Because of this, my goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. Through your support, I will be able to continue my educational journey in the hopes that one day illnesses such as my dad’s won’t be as prevalent anymore.

I have not always known what I would pursue as my college major. In high school, I am involved in a plethora of clubs and school activities ranging on all sides of the academic spectrum. I was interested in learning all types of things, however, I lacked a higher motivation and a greater reasoning for wanting to target a specific job field. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I was able to realize this and I would like to share this story with you. COVID-19 exposed a lot of the negative that this world has to offer, yet the most significant struggle I faced due to the pandemic was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. I observed him trying to cope with alcohol, tobacco, and outbursts of rage, yet it was entirely futile. Although we were able to get through this rough patch and repair as a family, there are families out there that aren’t as lucky. Because of this, my goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. Through your support, I will be able to continue my educational journey in the hopes that one day illnesses such as my dad’s won’t be as prevalent anymore.

Although my upbringing has been generally problem-free, I have not always known what I would pursue as my college major. In high school, I am involved in a plethora of clubs and school activities ranging on all sides of the academic spectrum. I was interested in learning all types of things, however, I lacked a higher motivation and a greater reasoning for wanting to target a specific job field. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I was able to realize this and I would like to share this story with you. COVID-19 exposed a lot of the negative that this world has to offer, yet the most significant struggle I faced due to the pandemic was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. I observed him trying to cope with alcohol, tobacco, and outbursts of rage, yet it was entirely futile. Although we were able to get through this rough patch and repair as a family, there are families out there that aren’t as lucky. Because of this, my goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. Through your support, I will be able to continue my educational journey in the hopes that one day illnesses such as my dad’s won’t be as prevalent anymore.

My name is Bobby McClosky, a proud senior from East Stroudsburg South High School. I have always been the first one of my peers to volunteer for things, always the yes man. So it is nature for me to have become well versed in the area of community service. Over the past year alone, I have supported the 570 football leagues, helped organize my school’s mini-THON event, volunteered my time as a performer at the local Shawnee Playhouse, and worked with Samaritan's Purse during the holiday season. I don’t list all of these acts of service to boast and brag, but rather to encapsulate why I feel so strongly about service. Service is more than just volunteering your time for an organization. Service is about shaping your future communities into a collective that will positively impact itself and the world around it. Just with those few activities listed above, I feel like I have been able to make a slight difference in the betterment of my community. Out of all the volunteer service I have done, the 570 camps have definitely been the most rewarding experience for me. Not only do I like interacting with kids and was able to spend time with some of my friends who helped also, but I am able to relish in the fact that I am shaping the future athletes, and more importantly, the future leaders of my community. Not only will they hopefully excel on the field and in the classroom, but will also be role models to their peers by remaining active in their school environment and staying out of trouble. Post-graduation I plan on going to a 4-year college to pursue biomedical engineering, all the while continuing to be an active service member of my school’s community. When applying to all of my various schools, I made it a priority to see whether or not those schools had good service opportunities and an overall service environment at their schools. Luckily, most of my applied schools do have this culture, so I will be able to pick up right where I left.

The most significant struggle I faced was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me.Eventually, my dad decided to retire from his hospital job, hoping to alleviate some of his stresses, but his condition worsened. I observed him trying to cope with alcohol, tobacco, and outbursts of rage, yet it was entirely futile. After a family intervention, he, the entire family, and the doctors decided the best course of action would be to admit him to a mental hospital to receive assistance. During the week he was gone, I contemplated how any fair and moral creator or higher being could burden someone to bear such internal torture. I desperately wanted to help him, but PTSD is uncurable with today's medical knowledge. However, this tragic time in my life made me realize that I wanted to pursue a major in neuroscience and biomedical science. The goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. Although my dad is doing better presently, I still notice glimpses into that devastatingly emotional period in his life that he was living only a little over a year ago. I hope that one day I will be able to better the overall quality of life for anyone living with these taxing psychological conditions, maybe even eventually curing some disorders like PTSD. What a legacy that would be.

My mom always tells the story of my first time singing a duet with her at a cabaret. I was five years old, singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town (already dressed in my pajamas so I could go straight home and to bed after). She sang her part and then held the mic out for me. I quickly snatched it and “our duet” very quickly became my solo! I love the spotlight. I am extremely comfortable performing. I think my comfort level and stage presence are my strengths. Coincidentally, one of the biggest highlights of my performing arts career is also my most memorable experience. I have been doing theatre (and playing football actually) since I was 5 years old, so I have an extensive resume with a plethora of experiences. The one production that truly encapsulated everything I love about performing was playing the title role in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" at my school. Having an opportunity for a role like that was a transformative experience for me. To be on stage the majority of the show, to be the driving force behind the production and to sing all of that incredible music, was only PART of what made it so special! The camaraderie of the cast, our connections with each other, the incredible creative team and the music really made it an immersive process. I was recently cast to play Percy Jackson in "The Lightning Thief" musical this spring. We have started rehearsals and I have a sneaking suspicion that THIS may be another one of those unforgettable experiences! The Song "Bring on the Monsters" from this production really inspires me!

My mom always tells the story of my first time singing a duet with her at a cabaret. I was five years old, singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town (already dressed in my pajamas so I could go straight home and to bed after). She sang her part and then held the mic out for me. I quickly snatched it and “our duet” very quickly became my solo! I love the spotlight. I am extremely comfortable performing. I think my comfort level and stage presence are my strengths. Coincidentally, one of the biggest highlights of my performing arts career is also my most memorable experience. I have been doing theatre (and playing football actually) since I was 5 years old, so I have an extensive resume with a plethora of experiences. The one production that truly encapsulated everything I love about performing was playing the title role in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" at my school. Having an opportunity for a role like that was a transformative experience for me. To be on stage the majority of the show, to be the driving force behind the production and to sing all of that incredible music, was only PART of what made it so special! The camaraderie of the cast, our connections with each other, the incredible creative team and the music really made it an immersive process. I was recently cast to play Percy Jackson in "The Lightning Thief" musical this spring. We have started rehearsals and I have a sneaking suspicion that THIS may be another one of those unforgettable experiences!

During my high school years, athletics have played just as important of a role as academics in my development as an individual. Sports have been the mental escape from the rigors of the classroom, keeping me competitive and engaged in the absence of my studies. I have excelled in both track and football, making districts and all-state respectively, but football especially has played an essential role in building my character as an emerging adult. After 4 years of varsity high school experiences alone, I have matured into a young adult with strong leadership abilities, unrivaled compassion for others, and the ability to form truly meaningful connections with others. In every sport, values of character are instilled in you. In order to succeed in any competitive sports that you participate in, winning values must be acquired, and funny enough these values are the same which will allow you to succeed in the bigger sport of life. However, football in particular has the ability to teach the meaning of sacrifice and being there as a teammate and not just an individual in a specific way that no other sport replicates. Being able to give all of your physical strength and risking possible injury play after play, just in order for something bigger than yourself to prosper is hard to learn, yet undoubtedly worthwhile. Not only do you want to give your all for a win, as a member of a football team you will want to be a role model for the other players around you to ensure the culture of the program persists.

In every sport, values of character are instilled in you. In order to succeed in any competitive sports that you participate in, winning values must be acquired, and funny enough these values are the same which will allow you to succeed in the bigger sport of life. However, football in particular has the ability to teach the meaning of sacrifice and being there as a teammate and not just an individual in a specific way that no other sport replicates. Being able to give all of your physical strength and risking possible injury play after play, just in order for something bigger than yourself to prosper is hard to learn, yet undoubtedly worthwhile. Not only do you want to give your all for a win, as a member of a football team you will want to be a role model for the other players around you to ensure the culture of the program persists.

In every sport, values of character are instilled in you. In order to succeed in any competitive sports that you participate in, winning values must be acquired, and funny enough these values are the same which will allow you to succeed in the bigger sport of life. However, football in particular has the ability to teach the meaning of sacrifice and being there as a teammate and not just an individual in a specific way that no other sport replicates. Being able to give all of your physical strength and risking possible injury play after play, just in order for something bigger than yourself to prosper is hard to learn, yet undoubtedly worthwhile. Not only do you want to give your all for a win, as a member of a football team you will want to be a role model for the other players around you to ensure the culture of the program persists.

The most significant struggle I faced was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. Eventually, my dad decided to retire from his hospital job, hoping to alleviate some of his stresses, but his condition worsened. I observed him trying to cope with alcohol, tobacco, and outbursts of rage, yet it was entirely futile. After a family intervention, he, the entire family, and the doctors decided the best course of action would be to admit him to a mental hospital to receive assistance. During the week he was gone, I contemplated how any fair and moral creator or higher being could burden someone to bear such internal torture. I desperately wanted to help him, but PTSD is uncurable with today's medical knowledge. However, this tragic time in my life made me realize that I wanted to pursue a major in neuroscience and biomedical science. The goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. Although my dad is doing better presently, I still notice glimpses into that devastatingly emotional period in his life that he was living only a little over a year ago. I hope that one day I will be able to better the overall quality of life for anyone living with these taxing psychological conditions, maybe even eventually curing some disorders like PTSD.

The apathetic demeanors of many young individuals today is the most significant challenge to society, predicated on the innumerable problems that this attitude affects. From the global affairs of climate change to specific local concerns, people prefer the "I don't care" statement over providing meaningful change and/or awareness. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I felt something that I have never experienced before-- or rather the lack of something. For as long as I can recall I have been obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it’s watching 4 hour-long lectures on how the applications of quantum mechanics can exponentially modify modern technological applications or studying a Tetris pro (my favorite is JdMfX_) to mimic their moves, I still feel the same vivacity while attempting to understand to the highest degree possible. However, when the stay-at-home orders were mandated and traditional learning came to a screeching halt, this feeling seemed to evaporate from me. School-work became more of a chore rather than a place of excitement and growth. Previously engaging classroom discussions transitioned to a blurry rendering of my peers staring lifelessly into an artificially lit computer screen. As I came back to the traditional classroom setting this current year, I began to feel that same unquenchable thirst for learning return, maybe even stronger than ever. Consequently, I began my search for the advancement of my pursuit of learning, searching through the top schools around the world, and eventually landing on Tufts. Thinking about the top-class future career opportunities, robust interdisciplinary curriculums, and overall culture of tufts gives me the chills, as this environment would exponentially raise the ceiling for my learning possibilities. After the COVID-19 pandemic, I hope to feel something I never experienced before-- or rather the continuation of what I already feel.

It was a crisp autumn morning, where the sun was reluctantly ascending the mountain tops, to awaken me from my walking slumber. I dragged myself into my mother's burgundy SUV to embark on the routine, swift journey to the local Presbyterian church that was still resting peacefully on the hilltop of our town. My mom dragged me through the rustic doors, through the vestibule, and to the front of the sanctuary. She promptly sat me down on the rickety pew, leaving me to my own devices. However, this day was different from the rest, and instead of accepting the discomfort yet again, I decided to end my monotonous practice of nothingness while waiting for the church service and embark on a journey into the unknown. My goal was to discover the contents of the two mysterious, unopened boxes that were resting on the pew in front of me. I began to peel off the plastic lid of the first box, hoping that its contents could save me from the wretched state of ennui. However, as the lid snapped off of the container, I was disappointed to discover a collection of rather ordinary children’s toys, action figures, model cars, and army men, which were all too familiar to me to be engaging. Although I was somewhat dejected from this initial defeat, I was able to persevere and open up the second box. When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. I began flipping through each piece of crisp paper, with such fervor, that the pages were practically tearing at their bindings. I could feel the boredom that had previously encapsulated me disperse, and I was now blanketed between my new feelings of wonder and fascination. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorite were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Although they might seem like rudimentary conditions in completing such a simplistic task, I think that their implementation was essential to my development as a critical thinker. All three rules are still integral to my intrinsic character and nature, and I still apply them to my everyday life. Whenever I get frustrated or disheartened by a particularly challenging situation or circumstance, these rules have served as the foundation of my character during those times. However, now the puzzles that these rules complement are the ever-changing variables that life has to offer on a regular basis. These stipulations have evolved into being more coherent in terms of my everyday life: Everything happens for a reason, so trust in the path that life is taking you on (Rule #1 and #2), and never quit something once you have started it, because if you do, you will never be able to see the possibilities of the finished result (Rule #3). Those amazing connect-the-dot puzzles afforded me the necessary tools and guidelines that I will adhere to for the rest of my life. I owe my innate childhood curiosity for allowing me to discover these subtle quirks about myself and enabling me to grow and process as a human.

In every sport, values of character are instilled in you. In order to succeed in any competitive sports that you participate in, winning values must be acquired, and funny enough these values are the same which will allow you to succeed in the bigger sport of life. However, football in particular has the ability to teach the meaning of sacrifice and being there as a teammate and not just an individual in a specific way that no other sport replicates. Being able to give all of your physical strength and risking possible injury play after play, just in order for something bigger than yourself to prosper is hard to learn, yet undoubtedly worthwhile. Not only do you want to give your all for a win, as a member of a football team you will want to be a role model for the other players around you to ensure the culture of the program persists. How High School Athletics Has Impacted My Life Already dressed in my padded pants, cleats laced up, and shoulder pads and helmet in hand, I exited my mom’s minivan. I walked through the swampy grass to meet up with the rest of the kids waiting for the coach’s whistle that would signify the warm-up lap to begin. The whistle blew, and as it did, I immediately felt the sweltering heat of the summer day beating on my body. Whether it was that I failed to properly hydrate or that I had eaten a bad lunch that day, the heat exacerbated the nauseating feeling that consumed my tiny frame. As I was nearing the last curve of the lap, vomit spewed from my insides and onto the grass field. This is the first distinct memory that I can recall of playing football, a participant of the Monroe Saints for their peewee team. I was a part of the D squad, meaning that I played with a group of kids about 6 to 7 years old. Although this memory may seem representative of a negative attitude towards the sport, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The reality is that at this very moment, my love for sports, and competition in general, began. Equally important as acquiring a new thirst for the game of football, I now was expected with the mentality to strive through adversity at a very early age. Because of this, I can confidently say that football has greatly impacted my life. I have been able to persist through classes that were exceedingly difficult and take that challenge head on. Calculus classes that presented a whole new realm of mathematical concepts were more like a tough week of football practice than a mentally draining course of school. However, I did not quit applying these ideals in the classroom. I can confidently say that the mentality that football has provided me with has impacted my character as a young adult, a future husband, and an emerging member of our society. From continuous coaching and mentoring along the way, I have grown to have ideals that far surpass that of just “adversity” which was instilled in me from that peewee football experience. As I’ve grown as a player, so have my values of respect, leadership, brotherhood,

I thought that introducing myself by describing my bedroom would be fitting. I currently have a collection of energy drinks displayed on the shelf in the far corner of my room. On the left corner rests my Nintendo switch, which could very well be the source of noise complaints. Finally, you should know that there are dumbbells, a medicine ball, and an ab roller in the adjacent corner of my room. Their main purpose is for regaining energy after a mentally exhausting study/work session. I hope that they give you a slight idea of what I’m like!

It was a crisp autumn morning, where the sun was reluctantly ascending the mountain tops, to awaken me from my walking slumber. I dragged myself into my mother's burgundy SUV to embark on the routine, swift journey to the local Presbyterian church that was still resting peacefully on the hilltop of our town. Upon arrival, my customary dread set in. However, this day was different from the rest. My goal was to discover the contents of the mysterious, unopened box resting on the pew in front of me. When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. I began flipping through each piece of crisp paper, with such fervor, that the pages were practically tearing at their bindings. I could feel the boredom that had previously encapsulated me disperse, and I was now blanketed between my new feelings of wonder and fascination. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorite were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Those amazing connect-the-dot puzzles afforded me the necessary tools and guidelines that I will adhere to for the rest of my life. I owe my innate childhood curiosity for allowing me to discover these subtle quirks about myself and enabling me to grow and process as a human.

It was a crisp autumn morning, where the sun was reluctantly ascending the mountain tops, to awaken me from my walking slumber. I dragged myself into my mother's burgundy SUV to embark on the routine, swift journey to the local Presbyterian church that was still resting peacefully on the hilltop of our town. Upon arrival, my customary dread set in. However, this day was different from the rest. My goal was to discover the contents of the mysterious, unopened box resting on the pew in front of me. When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. I began flipping through each piece of crisp paper, with such fervor, that the pages were practically tearing at their bindings. I could feel the boredom that had previously encapsulated me disperse, and I was now blanketed between my new feelings of wonder and fascination. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorite were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Those amazing connect-the-dot puzzles afforded me the necessary tools and guidelines that I will adhere to for the rest of my life. I owe my innate childhood curiosity for allowing me to discover these subtle quirks about myself and enabling me to grow and process as a human.

It was a crisp autumn morning, where the sun was reluctantly ascending the mountain tops, to awaken me from my walking slumber. I dragged myself into my mother's burgundy SUV to embark on the routine, swift journey to the local Presbyterian church that was still resting peacefully on the hilltop of our town. Upon arrival, my customary dread set in. However, this day was different from the rest. My goal was to discover the contents of the mysterious, unopened box resting on the pew in front of me. When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. I began flipping through each piece of crisp paper, with such fervor, that the pages were practically tearing at their bindings. I could feel the boredom that had previously encapsulated me disperse, and I was now blanketed between my new feelings of wonder and fascination. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorite were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Those amazing connect-the-dot puzzles afforded me the necessary tools and guidelines that I will adhere to for the rest of my life. I owe my innate childhood curiosity for allowing me to discover these subtle quirks about myself and enabling me to grow and process as a human.

It was a crisp autumn morning, where the sun was reluctantly ascending the mountain tops, to awaken me from my walking slumber. I dragged myself into my mother's burgundy SUV to embark on the routine, swift journey to the local Presbyterian church that was still resting peacefully on the hilltop of our town. Upon arrival, my customary dread set in. However, this day was different from the rest. My goal was to discover the contents of the mysterious, unopened box resting on the pew in front of me. When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. I began flipping through each piece of crisp paper, with such fervor, that the pages were practically tearing at their bindings. I could feel the boredom that had previously encapsulated me disperse, and I was now blanketed between my new feelings of wonder and fascination. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorite were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Those amazing connect-the-dot puzzles afforded me the necessary tools and guidelines that I will adhere to for the rest of my life. I owe my innate childhood curiosity for allowing me to discover these subtle quirks about myself and enabling me to grow and process as a human.

It was a crisp autumn morning, where the sun was reluctantly ascending the mountain tops, to awaken me from my walking slumber. I dragged myself into my mother's burgundy SUV to embark on the routine, swift journey to the local Presbyterian church that was still resting peacefully on the hilltop of our town. Upon arrival, my customary dread set in. However, this day was different from the rest. My goal was to discover the contents of the mysterious, unopened box resting on the pew in front of me. When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. I began flipping through each piece of crisp paper, with such fervor, that the pages were practically tearing at their bindings. I could feel the boredom that had previously encapsulated me disperse, and I was now blanketed between my new feelings of wonder and fascination. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorite were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Those amazing connect-the-dot puzzles afforded me the necessary tools and guidelines that I will adhere to for the rest of my life. I owe my innate childhood curiosity for allowing me to discover these subtle quirks about myself and enabling me to grow and process as a human.

It was a crisp autumn morning, where the sun was reluctantly ascending the mountain tops, to awaken me from my walking slumber. I dragged myself into my mother's burgundy SUV to embark on the routine, swift journey to the local Presbyterian church that was still resting peacefully on the hilltop of our town. Upon arrival, my customary dread set in. However, this day was different from the rest. My goal was to discover the contents of the mysterious, unopened box resting on the pew in front of me. When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. I began flipping through each piece of crisp paper, with such fervor, that the pages were practically tearing at their bindings. I could feel the boredom that had previously encapsulated me disperse, and I was now blanketed between my new feelings of wonder and fascination. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorite were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Those amazing connect-the-dot puzzles afforded me the necessary tools and guidelines that I will adhere to for the rest of my life. I owe my innate childhood curiosity for allowing me to discover these subtle quirks about myself and enabling me to grow and process as a human.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, I felt something that I have never experienced before-- or rather the lack of something. For as long as I can recall I have been obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it’s watching 4 hour-long lectures on how the applications of quantum mechanics can exponentially modify modern technological applications or studying a Tetris pro (my favorite is JdMfX_) to mimic their moves, I still feel the same vivacity while attempting to understand to the highest degree possible. However, when the stay-at-home orders were mandated and traditional learning came to a screeching halt, this feeling seemed to evaporate from me. School-work became more of a chore rather than a place of excitement and growth. Previously engaging classroom discussions transitioned to a blurry rendering of my peers staring lifelessly into an artificially lit computer screen. As I came back to the traditional classroom setting this current year, I began to feel that same unquenchable thirst for learning return, maybe even stronger than ever. Consequently, I began my search for the advancement of my pursuit of learning, searching through the top schools around the world. Thinking about the top-class future career opportunities, robust interdisciplinary curriculums, and overall culture of Stanford gives me the chills, as this environment would exponentially raise the ceiling for my learning possibilities. After the COVID-19 pandemic, I hope to feel something I never experienced before-- or rather the continuation of what I already feel.

Throughout my young adult life, I am fortunate to say that I have experienced a generally privileged upbringing, having a plethora of opportunities made possible for me. Although this allowed me to excel in the aspects of my education, my upbringing as a student did not go without challenges. These challenges have been extremely strenuous to surmount, however, living through these experiences has positively influenced me, and inevitably shaped me to be the person that I am today. Out of all of these events, the most significant experience was learning to cope with the environment of mental distress in my home over the past few years. The first instance of this was related to my father's battle with PTSD and anxiety. His time serving in military conflicts compounded with his career as an NYC paramedic. Ultimately, these conditions worsened and became difficult to deal with. This led him to spiral out of control, seemingly periodically, with outbursts that affected the whole family. We finally admitted him to a mental hospital where he was provided with the assistance he needed to get back on track. These events have definitely shaped me and the way I view others. Not only have my family and I become stronger together in understanding our issues, but I now think of the possibilities that others could be experiencing and offer everyone I meet the love and compassion they deserve. This is why we need to exercise, eat well and sleep consistently as they are the three main components to living a long, healthy life.

When I was in the 7th grade, I had just joined the school football team. Although I had played the sport before, this would be my first time participating in a school activity that wasn’t academically based. On the day of our first game, I came into school with my head held high and my jersey on, all 5’6” of me feeling on top of the world. That was until my math teacher from the previous year came up to me. He looked me up and down and said, “You’re playing football? You’re too small to be playing football.”. I had never felt so inadequate in my life. Although being told this as a 7th grader hurt, I now look at this event fondly as it was an essential and meaningful part of my life. Whenever anybody addresses me in these absolute statements such as “You can’t” or “You never will”, I use their negativity as a source of motivation for my future successes. So weirdly enough, I thank my compassionless for not believing in me. It is because of him that I am now able to have the potential to achieve my wildest dreams. Turn it around. This season alone as quarterback and captain for our football team, I threw over 2,000 yards and received numerous accolades including the Mini-Maxwell Award, EPC 1st Team QB & Safety, EPC Offensive MVP, EPC Scholar Athlete, WNEP Dream Team and the PA 1st Team All State as the only player from our entire county.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, I felt something that I have never experienced before-- or rather the lack of something. The lack of growth. For as long as I can recall I have been obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it’s watching 4 hour-long lectures on how the applications of quantum mechanics can exponentially modify modern technological applications or studying a Tetris pro (my favorite is JdMfX_) to mimic their moves, I still feel the same vivacity while attempting to understand to the highest degree possible. However, when the stay-at-home orders were mandated and traditional learning came to a screeching halt, this feeling seemed to evaporate from me. School-work became more of a chore rather than a place of excitement and growth. Previously engaging classroom discussions transitioned to a blurry rendering of my peers staring lifelessly into an artificially lit computer screen. As I came back to the traditional classroom setting this current year, I began to feel that same unquenchable thirst for learning return, maybe even stronger than ever. Consequently, I began my search for the advancement of my pursuit of learning, searching through the top schools around the world, and eventually thinking about the top-class future career opportunities, robust interdisciplinary curriculums, and the overall growth mindset, as this environment would exponentially raise the ceiling for my learning possibilities. After the COVID-19 pandemic, I hope to feel something I never experienced before-- or rather the continuation of what I already feel. GROWTH!

Patience. Patience. Patience. In my squeaky office-style chair, I sit pondering what activity I should pick up to occupy the vacant time of my day. As one pursuit fills my head with excitement, it is immediately replaced by the prospects of another more interesting one. This process will continue in this cycle until I eventually settle on some lesser, underwhelming activity that renders me bored and un-content. However, this is never the case when I am surrounded by like-minded individuals all geeking out over the specificities of physics theorems or planning out a football game plan like a general in a war room. In a group setting, I am entirely concentrated on the task at hand, giving all of myself at that given moment. Although I am not entirely sure whether this phenomenon is the causation of wanting to live up to the expectation of my peers or due to the imminent sense of responsibility felt in a group setting, the feeling is there nonetheless, allowing me to excel in a way that would be incomprehensible to that scattered version of myself without a group. Goals are met through patience.

I think I started singing before I learned to talk. Music and Theater have always been a part of my life. No matter what my other interests have been, I have consistently made room for music and theater. I enjoy the performing arts. They help me relax and center me. I had the rare privilege of growing up on the stage in a theatre community surrounded by talented artists who shared their knowledge, skills and humor with me. I have made lifelong friends through our experience both on stage and in the wings. In fact, a group of us who were in "Oliver" together (almost ten years ago) still meets once a week on face time to catch up. These days, "Fagan's Gang" is at college campuses all across the country, and we are still more like family than friends in so many ways. Coincidentally, one of the biggest highlights of my performing arts career is also my most memorable experience. I have been doing theatre (and playing football actually) since I was 5 years old, so I have an extensive resume with a plethora of experiences. The one production that truly encapsulated everything I love about performing was playing the title role in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" at my school. Having an opportunity for a role like that was a transformative experience for me. To be on stage the majority of the show, to be the driving force behind the production and to sing all of that incredible music, was only PART of what made it so special! The camaraderie of the cast, our connections with each other, the incredible creative team and the music really made it an immersive process. I was recently cast to play Percy Jackson in "The Lightning Thief" musical this spring. We have started rehearsals and I have a sneaking suspicion that THIS may be another one of those unforgettable experiences! My mom always tells the story of my first time singing a duet with her at a cabaret. I was five years old, singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town (already dressed in my pajamas so I could go straight home and to bed after). She sang her part and then held the mic out for me. I quickly snatched it and “our duet” very quickly became my solo! I love the spotlight. I am extremely comfortable performing. I think my comfort level and stage presence are my strengths. Artists are incredible people. They are kind, caring, generous, loving and accepting. I want to continue to be surrounded by artists in college and beyond.

My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. I decided to increase the number of extracurriculars and after-school activities to have an excuse to be anywhere but my house. The extra work and friendships became an escape from the reality that my family was in a state of turmoil. After a family intervention, he, the entire family, and the doctors decided the best course of action would be to admit him to a mental hospital to receive assistance. During the week he was gone, I contemplated how any fair and moral creator or higher being could burden someone to bear such internal torture. I desperately wanted to help him, but PTSD is uncurable with today's medical knowledge. However, this tragic time in my life made me realize that I wanted to pursue a major in neuroscience and biomedical science. The goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. Although my dad is doing better presently, I still notice glimpses into that devastatingly emotional period in his life that he was living only a little over a year ago. I hope that one day I will be able to better the overall quality of life for anyone living with these taxing psychological conditions, maybe even eventually curing some disorders like PTSD.

I am a big foodie, trying every type of cuisine possible whenever I travel. Tasting the complex flavors of various foods brings me the utmost amount of joy. However, the wonder of food can be expanded further than the surface value of the immediate gustatory sensation you get when consuming a tasty meal. No matter how mundane the meal may seem, it undoubtedly has an intricate history associated with it which will make you feel more connected to others and yourself. The food that led me to personally come to this profound realization was a blueberry-filled pierogi. On every first day of the local Polish market opening, my dad would purchase these fruit-filled treats for my brother and me to have for breakfast. As my curiosity peaked, I finally asked him why we participated in this annual tradition. This simple inquisition of food soon led to an explicit detailing of my father’s childhood experience with his grandmother making this same Polish meal, which then transitioned into recounting the life events of my great grandparents from Poland. I learned about my ancestors who immigrated to this country, how they worked tirelessly for the betterment of my family, and how the origins of my family name came to be. After I exhausted my dad of the details, I sat satisfied by the information I had obtained. I went to finish the rest of the pierogies on my plate, and I wholeheartedly swear, the contents of my dessert tasted just that much sweeter.

The most significant struggle I faced was learning to cope with the unstable environment created by mental challenges endured by both my father and brother. My father battles with PTSD due to his time serving in the military compounded with horrific sights seen in his previous profession as an NYC paramedic. My brother battles depression and anxiety. Because of this, fights would often occur between them, and anger from their arguments would redirect towards me. I decided to increase the number of extracurriculars and after-school activities to have an excuse to be anywhere but my house. The extra work and friendships became an escape from the reality that my family was in a state of turmoil. After a family intervention, he, the entire family, and the doctors decided the best course of action would be to admit him to a mental hospital to receive assistance. During the week he was gone, I contemplated how any fair and moral creator or higher being could burden someone to bear such internal torture. I desperately wanted to help him, but PTSD is uncurable with today's medical knowledge. However, this tragic time in my life made me realize that I wanted to pursue a major in neuroscience and biomedical science. The goal is to eventually be in a career where I will be designing technologies to help better people's lives. Although my dad is doing better presently, I still notice glimpses into that devastatingly emotional period in his life that he was living only a little over a year ago. I hope that one day I will be able to better the overall quality of life for anyone living with these taxing psychological conditions, maybe even eventually curing some disorders like PTSD.

When I was in the 7th grade, I had just joined the school football team. Although I had played the sport before, this would be my first time participating in a school activity that wasn’t academically based. On the day of our first game, I came into school with my head held high and my jersey on, all 5’6” of me feeling on top of the world. That was until my math teacher from the previous year came up to me. He looked me up and down and said, “You’re playing football? You’re too small to be playing football.”. I had never felt so inadequate in my life. Although being told this as a 7th grader hurt, I now look at this event fondly as it was an essential and meaningful part of my life. Whenever anybody addresses me in these absolute statements such as “You can’t” or “You never will”, I use their negativity as a source of motivation for my future successes. So weirdly enough, I thank my compassionless for not believing in me. It is because of him that I am now able to have the potential to achieve my wildest dreams. This is confidence.

When I was in the 7th grade, I had just joined the school football team. Although I had played the sport before, this would be my first time participating in a school activity that wasn’t academically based. On the day of our first game, I came into school with my head held high and my jersey on, all 5’6” of me feeling on top of the world. That was until my math teacher from the previous year came up to me. He looked me up and down and said, “You’re playing football? You’re too small to be playing football.”. I had never felt so inadequate in my life. Although being told this as a 7th grader hurt, I now look at this event fondly as it was an essential and meaningful part of my life. Whenever anybody addresses me in these absolute statements such as “You can’t” or “You never will”, I use their negativity as a source of motivation for my future successes. So weirdly enough, I thank my compassionless for not believing in me. It is because of him that I am now able to have the potential to achieve my wildest dreams.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, I felt something that I have never experienced before-- or rather the lack of something. For as long as I can recall I have been obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it’s watching 4 hour-long lectures on how the applications of quantum mechanics can exponentially modify modern technological applications or studying a Tetris pro (my favorite is JdMfX_) to mimic their moves, I still feel the same vivacity while attempting to understand to the highest degree possible. However, when the stay-at-home orders were mandated and traditional learning came to a screeching halt, this feeling seemed to evaporate from me. Schoolwork became more of a chore rather than a place of excitement and growth. Previously engaging classroom discussions transitioned to a blurry rendering of my peers staring lifelessly into an artificially lit computer screen. As I came back to the traditional classroom setting this current year, I began to feel that same unquenchable thirst for learning return, maybe even stronger than ever. Consequently, I began my search for the advancement of my pursuit of learning, searching through the top schools around the world, and eventually landing on Tufts. Thinking about the top-class future career opportunities, robust interdisciplinary curriculums, and the overall culture at Tufts gives me the chills, as this environment would exponentially raise the ceiling for my learning possibilities. After the COVID-19 pandemic, I hope to feel something I never experienced before-- or rather the continuation of what I already feel.

In my squeaky office-style chair, I sit pondering what activity I should pick up to occupy the vacant time of my day. As one pursuit fills my head with excitement, it is immediately replaced by the prospects of another more interesting one. This process will continue in this cycle until I eventually settle on some lesser, underwhelming activity that renders me bored and uncontented. However, this is never the case when I am surrounded by like-minded individuals all geeking out over the specificities of physics theorems or planning out a football game plan like a general in a war room. In a group setting, I am entirely concentrated on the task at hand, giving all of myself at that given moment. Although I am not entirely sure whether this phenomenon is the causation of wanting to live up to the expectation of my peers or due to the imminent sense of responsibility felt in a group setting, the feeling is there nonetheless, allowing me to excel in a way that would be incomprehensible to that scattered version of myself without a group.

During my high school years, athletics have played just as important of a role as academics and arts in my development as an individual. Sports have been the mental escape from the rigors of the classroom, keeping me competitive and engaged in the absence of my studies. I have excelled in both track and football, making districts and all-state respectively, but football especially has played an essential role in building my character as an emerging adult. After 4 years of varsity high school experiences alone, I have matured into a young adult with strong leadership abilities, unrivaled compassion for others, and the ability to form truly meaningful connections with others. In addition, the musical arts have played a major role in my life, so whether I am directly participating in these musical events or not, I am looking forward to this atmosphere of the arts that co-exists at an academically prestigious university.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, I felt something that I have never experienced before-- or rather the lack of something. For as long as I can recall I have been obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it’s watching 4 hour-long lectures on how the applications of quantum mechanics can exponentially modify modern technological applications or studying a Tetris pro (my favorite is JdMfX_) to mimic their moves, I still feel the same vivacity while attempting to understand to the highest degree possible. However, when the stay-at-home orders were mandated and traditional learning came to a screeching halt, this feeling seemed to evaporate from me. School-work became more of a chore rather than a place of excitement and growth. Previously engaging classroom discussions transitioned to a blurry rendering of my peers staring lifelessly into an artificially lit computer screen. As I came back to the traditional classroom setting this current year, I began to feel that same unquenchable thirst for learning return, maybe even stronger than ever. Consequently, I began my search for the advancement of my pursuit of learning, searching through the top schools around the world, and eventually landing on Stanford. Thinking about the top-class future career opportunities, robust interdisciplinary curriculums, and overall culture of Stanford gives me the chills, as this environment would exponentially raise the ceiling for my learning possibilities. After the COVID-19 pandemic, I hope to feel something I never experienced before-- or rather the continuation of what I already feel. If I were a highly influential figure, I would stand for the pursuit of knowledge.

Throughout my young adult life, I am fortunate to say that I have experienced a generally privileged upbringing, having a plethora of opportunities made possible for me. Although this allowed me to excel in the aspects of my education, my upbringing as a student did not go without challenges. These challenges have been extremely strenuous to surmount, however, living through these experiences has positively influenced me, and inevitably shaped me to be the person that I am today. Out of all of these events, the most significant experience was learning to cope with the environment of mental distress in my home over the past few years. The first instance of this was related to my father's battle with PTSD and anxiety. His time serving in military conflicts compounded with his career as an NYC paramedic. Ultimately, these conditions worsened and became difficult to deal with. This led him to spiral out of control, seemingly periodically, with outbursts that affected the whole family. We finally admitted him to a mental hospital where he was provided with the assistance he needed to get back on track. These events have definitely shaped me and the way I view others. Not only have my family and I become stronger together in understanding our issues, but I now think of the possibilities that others could be experiencing and offer everyone I meet the love and compassion they deserve.

Already dressed with my padded pants on, cleats laced up, and shoulder pads and helmet in hand; I exited my mom’s minivan. I walked through the swampy grass to meet up with the rest of the kids waiting for the coach’s whistle that would signify the warm-up lap to begin. The whistle blew, and as it did, I immediately felt the sweltering heat of the summer day beating on my body. Whether it was that I failed to properly hydrate or that I had eaten a bad lunch that day, the heat exacerbated the nauseating feeling that consumed my tiny frame. As I was nearing the last curve of the lap, vomit spewed from my insides and onto the grass field. This is the first distinct memory that I can recall of playing football, a participant of the Monroe Saints for their peewee team. I was a part of the D squad, meaning that I played with a group of kids about 6 to 7 years old. Although this memory may seem representative of a negative attitude towards the sport, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The reality is that at this very moment, my love for sports, and competition in general, began. I can confidently say that football has greatly impacted my life. I have been able to persist through classes that were exceedingly difficult and take that challenge head on. Calculus classes that presented a whole new realm of mathematical concepts were more like a tough week of football practice than a mentally draining course of school. I can confidently say that the mentality that football has provided me with has impacted my character as a young adult, a future husband, and an emerging member of society. I cannot imagine how my life would be without them.

PUZZLES! A memory: When I cracked open the seal, I was presented with the answers to my prayers, an untouched book of puzzles. Although all of the puzzles were uniquely spectacular, my favorites were the connect-the-dot puzzles. Forming, finishing, and recognizing "the big picture" from what previously was an enigma of numbered dots was euphoric! While I completed these puzzles, I carefully created and followed crucial rules to follow in order to best optimize my puzzling experience: Rule #1: Don’t look out from the puzzle to see what it is until it is fully completed Rule #2: Never lift the pencil up off the paper (unless specifically instructed in the directions) Rule #3: Once the puzzle is started, it must be complete Although they might seem like rudimentary conditions in completing such a simplistic task, I think that their implementation was essential to my development as a critical thinker. All three rules are still integral to my intrinsic character and nature, and I still apply them to my everyday life. Whenever I get frustrated or disheartened by a particularly challenging situation or circumstance, these rules have served as the foundation of my character during those times. However, now the puzzles that these rules complement are the ever-changing variables that life has to offer on a regular basis. These stipulations have evolved into being more coherent in terms of my everyday life: Everything happens for a reason, so trust in the path that life is taking you. Puzzles equal happiness.

Already dressed with my padded pants on, cleats laced up, and shoulder pads and helmet in hand, I exited my mom’s minivan. I walked through the swampy grass to meet up with the rest of the kids waiting for the coach’s whistle that would signify the warm-up lap to begin. The whistle blew, and as it did, I immediately felt the sweltering heat of the summer day beating on my body. Whether it was that I failed to properly hydrate or that I had eaten a bad lunch that day, the heat exacerbated the nauseating feeling that consumed my tiny frame. As I was nearing the last curve of the lap, vomit spewed from my insides and onto the grass field. This is the first distinct memory that I can recall of playing football, a participant of the Monroe Saints for their peewee team. I was a part of the D squad, meaning that I played with a group of kids about 6 to 7 years old. Although this memory may seem representative of a negative attitude towards the sport, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The reality is that at this very moment, my love for sports, and competition in general, began. Equally important as acquiring a new thirst for the game of football, I now was expected with the mentality to strive through adversity at a very early age. Because of this, I can confidently say that football has greatly impacted my life. I have been able to persist through classes that were exceedingly difficult and take that challenge head on. Calculus classes that presented a whole new realm of mathematical concepts were more like a tough week of football practice than a mentally draining course of school. However, I did not quit applying these ideals in the classroom. I can confidently say that the mentality that football has provided me with has impacted my character as a young adult, a future husband, and an emerging member of our society. From continuous coaching and mentoring along the way, I have grown to have ideals that far surpass that of just “adversity” which was instilled in me from that peewee football experience. As I’ve grown as a player, so have my values of respect, leadership, brotherhood, and family. I am greatly blessed to have had these opportunities in sport; I cannot imagine how my life would be without them or without the team members who get each other through all of our challenges TOGETHER. FAMILY

I have to say I experience the eager sensation for learning often, whether it be in school or out. The most recent instance of this was actually just the night: sitting criss-cross applesauce in my living room with the entirety of my chemistry work sprawled across the length of the table. Although all I was required to complete was a simple homework assignment, I soon found myself shuffling through the massive chemistry textbook to better understand the equations surrounding the ideal gas law concept. This extra work may help me in the test that I have to complete today, however, I truly believe the satisfaction I receive going down the rabbit holes of curiosity is far more fulfilling than any test result will ever be. Knowledge is the key to a long, healthy life. You should know that there are dumbbells, a medicine ball, and an ab roller in the adjacent corner of my room. Although I sometimes will utilize these items if I miss the opportunity to exercise that day, their main purpose is for regaining energy after a mentally exhausting study/work session. So if you notice that I seem unlike myself after a taxing day, reminding me to pump out some quick exercises should bring me back to my senses.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, I felt something that I have never experienced before-- or rather the lack of something. For as long as I can recall I have been obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it’s watching 4 hour-long lectures on how the applications of quantum mechanics can exponentially modify modern technological applications or studying a Tetris pro (my favorite is JdMfX_) to mimic their moves, I still feel the same vivacity while attempting to understand to the highest degree possible. However, when the stay-at-home orders were mandated and traditional learning came to a screeching halt, this feeling seemed to evaporate from me. Schoolwork became more of a chore rather than a place of excitement and growth. Previously engaging classroom discussions transitioned to a blurry rendering of my peers staring lifelessly into an artificially lit computer screen. As I came back to the traditional classroom setting this current year, I began to feel that same unquenchable thirst for learning return, maybe even stronger than ever. Consequently, I began my search for the advancement of my pursuit of learning, searching through the top schools around the world, and eventually landing on Stanford. Thinking about the top-class future career opportunities, robust interdisciplinary curriculums, and overall culture of Stanford gives me the chills, as this environment would exponentially raise the ceiling for my learning possibilities. After the COVID-19 pandemic, I hope to feel something I never experienced before-- or rather the continuation of what I already feel. That is truly independence.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, I felt something that I have never experienced before-- or rather the lack of something. For as long as I can recall I have been obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. Whether it’s watching 4 hour-long lectures on how the applications of quantum mechanics can exponentially modify modern technological applications or studying a Tetris pro (my favorite is JdMfX_) to mimic their moves, I still feel the same vivacity while attempting to understand to the highest degree possible. However, when the stay-at-home orders were mandated and traditional learning came to a screeching halt, this feeling seemed to evaporate from me. School-work became more of a chore rather than a place of excitement and growth. Previously engaging classroom discussions transitioned to a blurry rendering of my peers staring lifelessly into an artificially lit computer screen. As I came back to the traditional classroom setting this current year, I began to feel that same unquenchable thirst for learning return, maybe even stronger than ever. Consequently, I began my search for the advancement of my pursuit of learning, searching through the top schools around the world, and eventually landing on Stanford. Thinking about the top-class future career opportunities, robust interdisciplinary curriculums, and overall culture of Stanford gives me the chills, as this environment would exponentially raise the ceiling for my learning possibilities. After the COVID-19 pandemic, I hope to feel something I never experienced before-- or rather the continuation of what I already feel.

Already dressed with my padded pants on, cleats laced up, and shoulder pads and helmet in hand; I exited my mom’s minivan. I walked through the swampy grass to meet up with the rest of the kids waiting for the coach’s whistle that would signify the warm-up lap to begin. The whistle blew, and as it did, I immediately felt the sweltering heat of the summer day beating on my body. Whether it was that I failed to properly hydrate or that I had eaten a bad lunch that day, the heat exacerbated the nauseating feeling that consumed my tiny frame. As I was nearing the last curve of the lap, vomit spewed from my insides and onto the grass field. This is the first distinct memory that I can recall of playing football, a participant of the Monroe Saints for their peewee team. I was a part of the D squad, meaning that I played with a group of kids about 6 to 7 years old. Although this memory may seem representative of a negative attitude towards the sport, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The reality is that at this very moment, my love for sports, and competition in general, began. Equally important as acquiring a new thirst for the game of football, I now was expected with the mentality to strive through adversity at a very early age. Because of this, I can confidently say that football has greatly impacted my life. I have been able to persist through classes that were exceedingly difficult and take that challenge head on. From continuous coaching and mentoring along the way, I have grown to have ideals that far surpass that of just “adversity” which was instilled in me from that peewee football experience. As I’ve grown as a player, so have my values of respect, leadership, brotherhood, and family. I am greatly blessed to have had these opportunities in sports; I cannot imagine how my life would be without them.

Already dressed with my padded pants on, cleats laced up, and shoulder pads and helmet in hand; I exited my mom’s minivan. I walked through the swampy grass to meet up with the rest of the kids waiting for the coach’s whistle that would signify the warm-up lap to begin. The whistle blew, and as it did, I immediately felt the sweltering heat of the summer day beating on my body. Whether it was that I failed to properly hydrate or that I had eaten a bad lunch that day, the heat exacerbated the nauseating feeling that consumed my tiny frame. As I was nearing the last curve of the lap, vomit spewed from my insides and onto the grass field. This is the first distinct memory that I can recall of playing football, a participant of the Monroe Saints for their peewee team. I was a part of the D squad, meaning that I played with a group of kids about 6 to 7 years old. Although this memory may seem representative of a negative attitude towards the sport, that couldn’t be further from the truth. The reality is that at this very moment, my love for sports, and competition in general, began. Equally important as acquiring a new thirst for the game of football, I now was expected with the mentality to strive through adversity at a very early age. Because of this, I can confidently say that football has greatly impacted my life. I have been able to persist through classes that were exceedingly difficult and take that challenge head on. I can confidently say that the mentality that football has provided me with has impacted my character as a young adult, a future husband, and an emerging member of our society.