Enticing aromas filled my house, urging my nose to follow the sweet furans, beckoning me to the dark liquid in a small cup. As curiosity filled my being, I lifted the handle to my lips, but was greeted by a harsh reality; the taste of bitter dirt.
Having woken up only moments before, my young face surely appeared paler, sickly even. Experiencing what was said to be an “adult drink” was nothing like I had imagined. How is it that the taste of coffee I had anticipated to be so sweet, of caramel and chocolate, could be so drastically different from the reality?
That’s something I think every time I meet someone new; People are complicated, and often different than they appear, unknown creatures to themselves and those around them. Individuals take time to research, just like coffee.
All throughout school, coffee was something that those around me encouraged.
“This quad venti white mocha frappuccino is so fire” or “My venti, half-caf, triple-shot, caramel, mocha, soy, blah, blah… is so freaking good. Like, how do you even mess it up?”
My mom liked to call it a “refined palette”, which, to this day, I still don’t understand. No matter how old I get, from the age of 10, I have never liked coffee. It really does just taste like bitter, old, liquid dirt.
“Why do adults drink coffee so much if it doesn’t taste good?” I asked, fascinated with the reason behind its trendy consumption.
“I like it for how it makes me feel,” my mother stated. “It gives me energy and focus like no other.”
My curiosity couldn’t be contained. Hours of web searches later, I found out that it’s like a drug for society. It stimulates your brain and nervous system to think of coffee as an addiction and a sign to be productive. Society accepts this, but looks down upon illicit drugs, even though they can produce the same results. The world relies on these pushes to get them started; that’s consumerism. This feeling, this rush it provides, is the same desire that many have to be accepted. A drug that makes you come back again and again, no matter the consequences or obstacles.
I aspire to create ways for society to value and reward independence, confidence, and acceptance through healthy means. To do so, I need the influence and resources of individuals with problem-solving skills who are up to the challenge. Conversely, those who exclude, judge, and segregate need to eliminate the bitter taste of this rigid world through innovative and creative means.
My experiences have led me to pursue a Cognitive Science degree in the hopes of learning how society thinks and behaves to further develop a place for everyone to coexist. While this is a goal many people have strived to achieve for centuries, I have seen the efforts of others succeed and it has inspired me to follow in their footsteps. This scholarship will help me show the younger generations that it is possible to pursue your dreams even if you come from a low-income, single-mother household. Nothing is impossible with a lot of hard work and perseverance.