Two words. Baby. Driver. Baby Driver is an amazing movie about a young man who is the getaway driver for some of the most notorious heists known. Now, I'm never really a big fan of car/driving movies, so for me to make this exception already shows how amazing this movie is. The cinematography is the first clue at this movie's astonishing quality. Director Edgar Wright catches us right off the bat with his amazing skills. The movie plays with primary colors, mixing when characters meet in the reflection of laundry machines and rearview mirrors. Each scene is uniquely beautiful and colorful, the vibrancy of each frame bringing characters and stories to life.Then there's the music and editing. Each scene is meticulously crafted perfectly on the beat to every song in the soundtrack, which, if I may, is amazing. It spans from Young MC to The Commodores flawlessly. And every move, every turn of the wheel and tap of Baby's fingers, is, without fail, to the beat of each song. Finally, the cherry on top that puts Baby Driver above all other movies is its intensely emotional and painstakingly complex relationships. First is Baby and Doc. Baby owes Doc, which is why he agrees to drive for his heists. But the two begin to take on an almost father-son relationship, covering for each other and having each other's backs. Second is Buddy and Darling. Their relationship is evident from the beginning, but the extent of Buddy's rage when Debora is affected by anything exemplifies their raging, all-consuming love. Thirdly, Baby and Joe have a beautiful and quiet (literally and metaphorically) relationship that heavily contrasts all the others in the movie. They speak to each other in sign language as the movie reflects the silence with less vibrancy and softer or no music. Joe acts as the grounding man in Baby's life, constantly reminding him of real life around him. Finally, and most importantly, is Debora and Baby. The two find themselves in a whimsical, romantic love that practically nothing can break. As the movie progresses, the two begin to trust each other so much that they practically become one, operating together with full faith in the other. This movie to me is a constant reminder of my values in many ways. Firstly, the value of love. Having love for the people around you and caring for others is always good - for yourself and for others. Secondly, the value of passion. Passion is great, but we must follow it carefully. We cannot let evil take it over or abuse its beauty. Thirdly, the value of music. You can never underestimate the power of a good song.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Studying and pursuing neuroscience is both a blessing and a curse: On one hand, I learn with zeal about the most inspiring and amazing notion I have ever encountered in my life. On the other hand, I am forced to simultaneously face the reality that despite my knowledge on the subject, most will dismiss the brain's health issues due to a certain "mental health" stigmatization we have so widely accepted and encouraged. The CDC's 2021 Youth Risk Behavior Surveillance Data yielded devastating results - 4 in 10 (42%) of students felt "persistently sad or hopeless" and 29% experienced poor mental health. Nonetheless, these struggling students, a near half of the represented population, are ostracized and convinced they are alone in their fight. They are bullied and harassed, judged and invalidated. Yet, this doesn't discourage me. If anything, it gives me all the more reason to want to help. I am interested in pursuing a career in the mental health field because it is just as "valid" as any other health field and therefore deserves more recognition and less stigmatization. The brain is the most complex organ in the human body, and it naturally requires the respective attention. I hope to combine my love for psychology, philosophy, and neuroscience to help people better understand brain health issues, and I aim to use modern technology and approaches to better recognize and diagnose diseases and illnesses with more efficiency for those who are struggling. Though I (naturally) have a long way to go before I will be qualified for these jobs, I still do everything in my power to help solve this issue on a local level. At my high school, I advocated for and eventually registered our community as members of the Green Bandana Project. I interview candidates for the ambassador roles and head our Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion club where we help raise awareness for the program and its goals. I devote hours and hours of community service to this project because I truly know that people in my community are struggling and feeling alone, and I know for a fact that they will thrive with better support systems surrounding them. Even if it takes all of my time and devotion to help just one person, it will be more than worth it. Our lives are precious, our time is invaluable, and our call to help others is strong. To do anything but pursue my life's passion would be a disservice to the people I could help, and perhaps there is no greater tragedy than that.

Two children are playing hide-and-seek outside. One counts eagerly while the other sprints towards a tree, finding its grooves and climbing fervently. The child in the tree perches himself on a branch, waiting quietly for the seeker. When the seeker comes looking, though, he quickly notices the abnormal shaking of leaves, and lets his eyes trace up the trunk to the other child hiding. But the hider does not want to lose. They close their eyes, and defiantly scream, "If I can't see you, you can't see me!" Silly children, right? No. We are the children. Time and time again, I hear the infamous quote, "Ignorance is bliss." Every time I hear it, I let it linger in my mind. I think of a child, with their hands over their eyes, desperate to ignore the inevitability of losing a game. I realize we adults are no better. In a constant search for knowledge, I've learned that some pills are harder to swallow than others. There are some devastating realities out there, ones that we prefer to pretend do not exist rather than face. But just like the seeker waiting for the child below the tree, these realities cannot be escaped by covering our eyes or turning our heads. Death, suffering, life, love. When we're asked about these, I've found we're often faced with two options: Face them head on and learn, or ignore them and let them come find us. There is no third option. There is no escaping the inevitable. When we do this, we don't just hurt ourselves. Sure, we can hold out on some of the harsh realities of our own life, but we can ignore other realities just as easily. War, illness, abuse, and so much more fill our world with fear. And while we have the option to learn and one day try to help those in need, we tend to ignore these problems. We social creatures that crave the presence of other human beings turn a blind eye when we're called to help them. Yet if we're found in a similar situation, we become desperately upset when we're not helped. In short, yes. Ignorance is bliss. But it is so much more than that. Ignorance is bliss for some, and misery for others. The real question of the matter is if we are going to be the brave souls who pursue the knowledge coming at us, or the fearful individuals who sit with the comfort of uncertainty.

To quote one of the oldest cliches I know, "Ignorance is bliss." This quote always lingers in my mind, a silent reminder of our tendency as a society to imagine that ignoring issues can make them go away. The truth is, no matter how much we want to ignore this issue, it still exists. It still affects families and friends around the world, and a majority of us try to close our eyes and shy away from its reality. So, to put a slight twist on the popular quote: Ignorance is bliss for some, and misery for others. It's our choice in life to decide where we stand - bravely in the presence of knowledge or quietly in the comfort of ignorance. Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

To quote one of the oldest cliches I know, "Ignorance is bliss." This quote always lingers in my mind, a silent reminder of our tendency as a society to imagine that ignoring issues can make them go away. The truth is, no matter how much we want to ignore this issue, it still exists. It still affects families and friends around the world, and a majority of us try to close our eyes and shy away from its reality. So, to put a slight twist on the popular quote: Ignorance is bliss for some, and misery for others. It's our choice in life to decide where we stand - bravely in the presence of knowledge or quietly in the comfort of ignorance. Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

To quote one of the oldest cliches I know, "Ignorance is bliss." This quote always lingers in my mind, a silent reminder of our tendency as a society to imagine that ignoring issues can make them go away. The truth is, no matter how much we want to ignore this issue, it still exists. It still affects families and friends around the world, and a majority of us try to close our eyes and shy away from its reality. So, to put a slight twist on the popular quote: Ignorance is bliss for some, and misery for others. It's our choice in life to decide where we stand - bravely in the presence of knowledge or quietly in the comfort of ignorance. Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

I would be lying if I said that I chose a STEAM degree for myself because, in all honesty, the STEAM degree chose me. Growing up, I was always eager to go to college and pursue a major, but up until the end of my sophomore year, I had no idea what it was going to be. I spent hours and hours making lists of options, considering all majors from astronomy to fashion. I had (and still have) an immense love for learning, and I was excited about all of my options, but I simply could not seem to find the perfect major for me. Then, during the summer of my sophomore year, my mom handed me a book on the history of philosophy. It was "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. I remember devouring its lessons, reading for hours at a time and asking more questions than were being answered as I read. Why do we think the way we do? What controls those behaviors? In my head, gears were turning that I never knew I had. I felt as though my mind was being nourished and thriving in its new environment. I felt called to these ideas; with every piece of information I learned, two more appeared. And I was determined to learn as much as I could. As a junior, I self-studied for the AP psychology exam, scoring a 5 and helping others to follow in my footsteps at my school regarding the independent study. I read books, listened to podcasts, and took notes as professors such as Dr. Huberman taught me everything I was dying to know through the screen of my computer. But I knew I wanted more. I felt these ideas, these lessons, calling out to me. Perhaps, this was what I was meant to do. Presently, I have applied to multiple universities with an interest in cognitive neuroscience, psychology, and philosophy. Combined with my passion for service and helping others, I dream of using modern brain scanning technology to better help and diagnose brain health issues as well as destigmatizing mental health and psychological disorders as a whole. Substantially, I hope to learn as much as I can about the brain and its anatomical functions in order to better the quality of life of those who are suffering or in need. Specifically, as a woman of color, I hope to analyze and observe socio-environmental factors that lead to brain health issues, such as the effects of racial trauma, or how diversity strengthens mental fortitude. In conclusion, my interest in STEAM has only begun to bloom, and I hope that my intellectual curiosity, dedication to service, and love for neuroscience will help me to pursue a career in the field and ultimately help others.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of uncertainty. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, and I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

I would be lying if I said that I chose a STEM degree for myself because, in all honesty, the STEM degree chose me. Growing up, I was always eager to go to college and pursue a major, but up until the end of my sophomore year, I had no idea what it was going to be. I spent hours and hours making lists of options, considering all majors from astronomy to fashion. I had (and still have) an immense love for learning, and I was excited about all of my options, but I simply could not seem to find the perfect major for me. Then, during the summer of my sophomore year, my mom handed me a book on the history of philosophy. It was "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. I remember devouring its lessons, reading for hours at a time and asking more questions than were being answered as I read. Why do we think the way we do? What controls those behaviors? In my head, gears were turning that I never knew I had. I felt as though my mind was being nourished and thriving in its new environment. I felt called to these ideas; with every piece of information I learned, two more appeared. And I was determined to learn as much as I could. As a junior, I self-studied for the AP psychology exam, scoring a 5 and helping others to follow in my footsteps at my school regarding the independent study. I read books, listened to podcasts, and took notes as professors such as Dr. Huberman taught me everything I was dying to know through the screen of my computer. But I knew I wanted more. I felt these ideas, these lessons, calling out to me. Perhaps, this was what I was meant to do. Presently, I have applied to multiple universities with an interest in cognitive neuroscience, psychology, and philosophy. Combined with my passion for service and helping others, I dream of using modern brain scanning technology to better help and diagnose brain health issues as well as destigmatizing mental health and psychological disorders as a whole. Substantially, I hope to learn as much as I can about the brain and its anatomical functions in order to better the quality of life of those who are suffering or in need. Specifically, as a woman of color, I hope to analyze and observe socio-environmental factors that lead to brain health issues, such as the effects of racial trauma, or how diversity strengthens mental fortitude. In conclusion, my interest in STEM has only begun to bloom, and I hope that my intellectual curiosity, dedication to service, and love for neuroscience will help me to pursue a career in the field and ultimately help others.

I would be lying if I said that I chose a STEAM degree for myself because, in all honesty, the STEAM degree chose me. Growing up, I was always eager to go to college and pursue a major, but up until the end of my sophomore year, I had no idea what it was going to be. I spent hours and hours making lists of options, considering all majors from astronomy to fashion. I had (and still have) an immense love for learning, and I was excited about all of my options, but I simply could not seem to find the perfect major for me. Then, during the summer of my sophomore year, my mom handed me a book on the history of philosophy. It was "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. I remember devouring its lessons, reading for hours at a time and asking more questions than were being answered as I read. Why do we think the way we do? What controls those behaviors? In my head, gears were turning that I never knew I had. I felt as though my mind was being nourished and thriving in its new environment. I felt called to these ideas; with every piece of information I learned, two more appeared. And I was determined to learn as much as I could. As a junior, I self-studied for the AP psychology exam, scoring a 5 and helping others to follow in my footsteps at my school regarding the independent study. I read books, listened to podcasts, and took notes as professors such as Dr. Huberman taught me everything I was dying to know through the screen of my computer. But I knew I wanted more. I felt these ideas, these lessons, calling out to me. Perhaps, this was what I was meant to do. Presently, I have applied to multiple universities with an interest in cognitive neuroscience, psychology, and philosophy. Combined with my passion for service and helping others, I dream of using modern brain scanning technology to better help and diagnose brain health issues as well as destigmatizing mental health and psychological disorders as a whole. Substantially, I hope to learn as much as I can about the brain and its anatomical functions in order to better the quality of life of those who are suffering or in need. Specifically, as a woman of color, I hope to analyze and observe socio-environmental factors that lead to brain health issues, such as the effects of racial trauma, or how diversity strengthens mental fortitude. In conclusion, my interest in STEAM has only begun to bloom, and I hope that my intellectual curiosity, dedication to service, and love for neuroscience will help me to pursue a career in the field and ultimately help others.

I would be lying if I said that I chose a STEM degree for myself because, in all honesty, the STEM degree chose me. Growing up, I was always eager to go to college and pursue a major, but up until the end of my sophomore year, I had no idea what it was going to be. I spent hours and hours making lists of options, considering all majors from astronomy to fashion. I had (and still have) an immense love for learning, and I was excited about all of my options, but I simply could not seem to find the perfect major for me. Then, during the summer of my sophomore year, my mom handed me a book on the history of philosophy. It was "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. I remember devouring its lessons, reading for hours at a time and asking more questions than were being answered as I read. Why do we think the way we do? What controls those behaviors? In my head, gears were turning that I never knew I had. I felt as though my mind was being nourished and thriving in its new environment. I felt called to these ideas; with every piece of information I learned, two more appeared. And I was determined to learn as much as I could. As a junior, I self-studied for the AP psychology exam, scoring a 5 and helping others to follow in my footsteps at my school regarding the independent study. I read books, listened to podcasts, and took notes as professors such as Dr. Huberman taught me everything I was dying to know through the screen of my computer. But I knew I wanted more. I felt these ideas, these lessons, calling out to me. Perhaps, this was what I was meant to do. Presently, I have applied to multiple universities with an interest in cognitive neuroscience, psychology, and philosophy. Combined with my passion for service and helping others, I dream of using modern brain scanning technology to better help and diagnose brain health issues as well as destigmatizing mental health and psychological disorders as a whole. Substantially, I hope to learn as much as I can about the brain and its anatomical functions in order to better the quality of life of those who are suffering or in need. Specifically, as a woman of color, I hope to analyze and observe socio-environmental factors that lead to brain health issues, such as the effects of racial trauma, or how diversity strengthens mental fortitude. In conclusion, my interest in STEM has only begun to bloom, and I hope that my intellectual curiosity, dedication to service, and love for neuroscience will help me to pursue a career in the field and ultimately help others.

I would be lying if I said that I chose a STEM degree for myself because, in all honesty, I think the STEM degree chose me. Growing up, I was always eager to go to college and pursue a major, but up until the end of my sophomore year, I had no idea what it was going to be. I spent hours and hours making lists of options, considering all majors from astronomy to fashion. I had (and still have) an immense love for learning, and I was excited about all of my options, but I simply could not seem to find the perfect major for me. Then, during the summer of my sophomore year, my mom handed me a book on the history of philosophy. It was "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. I remember devouring its lessons, reading for hours at a time and asking more questions than were being answered as I read. Why do we think the way we do? What controls those behaviors? In my head, gears were turning that I never knew I had. I felt as though my mind was being nourished and thriving in its new environment. I felt called to these ideas; with every piece of information I learned, two more appeared. And I was determined to learn as much as I could. As a junior, I self-studied for the AP psychology exam, scoring a 5 and helping others to follow in my footsteps at my school regarding the independent study. I read books, listened to podcasts, and took notes as professors such as Dr. Huberman taught me everything I was dying to know through the screen of my computer. But I knew I wanted more. I felt these ideas, these lessons, calling out to me. Perhaps, this was what I was meant to do. Presently, I have applied to multiple universities with an interest in cognitive neuroscience, psychology, and philosophy. Combined with my passion for service and helping others, I dream of using modern brain scanning technology to better help and diagnose brain health issues as well as destigmatizing mental health and psychological disorders as a whole. Substantially, I hope to learn as much as I can about the brain and its anatomical functions in order to better the quality of life of those who are suffering or in need. Specifically, as a woman of color, I hope to analyze and observe socio-environmental factors that lead to brain health issues, such as the effects of racial trauma, or how diversity strengthens mental fortitude. In conclusion, my interest in STEM has only begun to bloom, and I hope that my intellectual curiosity, dedication to service, and love for neuroscience will help me to pursue a career in the field and ultimately help others.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Quiet chirps awake me from a deep sleep, and I melt into the comfort of my mattress for just a few more minutes of rest. Finally, I peel back my sheets and smile into the air, stretching as a yawn escapes me and I rub a careless hand over my face, as if to warm up my smile for the day ahead. I scoop my espresso into the moka pot while the warm, fiery scent of the grounds sends tempting whispers for a double. Humming to myself, I watch the milk turn caramel gold in swirls of light brown goodness and top off the latte with a hint of warm vanilla. Hair down, comfy clothes. Warm vanilla latte. Before leaving the house, I enter my room and scan the shelves and shelves of books that line the walls, considering who to bring along today. Grabbing an old, worn - but most importantly, loved - spine, I flip the pages in my hand and can't help but to smile at the thought of the jumbled up words soon to come to life. Golden rays of sunshine coat the world outside, and the grass waves a gentle thank you in return. I step into my car and watch as the enchanting scenery of summer fills my window panes. Almost summer. I arrive at school, and sling my backpack over a happy, tired shoulder. I pull out the book and sit outside, reading the first few pages before the bell rings and I return to the hallways filled with friends and smiles. My favorite part. I sit, and laugh and talk with some of the best people the world has known, and for some time, its as if we are invincible to the world and all its realities coming at us. No force, no matter how strong can take this moment from our hands and make it any less perfect than it is. We are in a force field of good, protected from the future, nostalgic of the past. The cool, quiet whisper of college remains in our minds, pushed aside but ever-present. But we smile still. Because once we did not know each other, we did not spend every day together. And once again we will not know each other, and be just as okay as before. Better, even. Because the best part about goodbye is realizing that at some beautiful point, we got to say hello. This day was today. And it was perfect because it was mine. It was perfect because it was the present, planned and unpredictable, sad and happy, warm and cool. And perhaps there is nothing more perfect than that.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

Knowing the realities of mental health is both a blessing and a curse: I get the opportunity to help others through their struggles, but I have to face the reality that regardless of its dangers, mental illnesses are still heavily stigmatized in our world. Society views those with mental disorders and diseases as weak and responsible for these problems. But, just as any other disease or injury, mental health can be genetic or environmental, but most of all, not anyone's fault. Society's tendency to judge and think less of those who struggle with mental health will never cease to baffle me. It's almost as if when we are unable to see the injury, we simply believe it cannot exist. But as science has proved time and time again, there is a world of truth beyond what we can "see." We simply don't believe in it because we're scared of not knowing. I have chosen to pursue a degree in healthcare because now that I know this information and the harshly devastating realities of mental health, I feel it is a disservice to let this problem go unnoticed. Every person deserves equal treatment and support, and I hope to study brain health and brain injury to better help and understand people who are suffering with mental illnesses. I additionally hope to conduct research that will help people to understand the reality of mental health - It is not simply a "made up" issue; it is the injury/disease stemming from our body's most complex organ, the brain. With time, I hope that we as a society can begin to try understanding mental illness better, and perhaps offer more support to those who are struggling. For example, I implemented the Green Bandana Project at my school, a program that promotes mental health awareness and suicide prevention. The ambassadors of this program, including myself, are all certified in QPR training, and our school is now working towards raising awareness for these issues. This project was incredibly fulfilling for me, and it inspired me to continue on the path of helping those struggling with mental health. I am attending Washington University in St. Louis, and I will be majoring in an interdisciplinary major titled Philosophy-Neuroscience-Psychology. I hope to combine all of these approaches of thought into one to better comprehend the truths of mental disease and illnesses, as well as using modern brain scanning technology to promote more efficient diagnoses.

I still remember my brothers and I speaking Spanish at home, just to have it all practically erased in kindergarten. English was the default, and it became all we spoke. But it was not all we heard. Every day, we would come home to our parents, who spoke mainly in Spanish to us. We would have dinner with El Gran Combo de Puerto Rico playing in the background, a quiet ode to our true home. But as Spanish was slowly erased from my day to day life, I felt as if a piece of my culture was beginning to slip away from me. I feared it. So I listened to Spanish music, sang in Spanish, took classes to work on my Spanish. It didn't feel like my first language anymore, but it was always a part of me. I just had to bring it back. Flash forward to today, and I still am what most would call a "no sabo" kid. I understand everyone perfectly but speak like a 8-year old. It embarrasses me, really. I feel like I belong to neither Puerto Rico nor New Hampshire, and I fear neither accepts me. But I still try my best everyday to speak in Spanish to whoever I can. Regardless of the very low group of Spanish speaking people in New Hampshire, I have bonded with the few Hispanic friends I have made. On the first day of school, I found the only other Latina in my grade, who also happened to be the daughter of my Spanish teacher, and we talked for hours about what felt like Latina imposter syndrome. I knew I wasn't alone, and that made me feel like I finally belonged somewhere. We speak Spanish with each other and practice often (A majority of this may or may not be sending each other Spanish memes) but we also fell in love with the idea of learning languages, not just Spanish. We use ASL on the daily, and I practice French and German as often as I can. Beginning to learn languages is like a gateway of opportunity - It's a window into hundreds of beautiful cultures and individuals, a chance to learn and love so many more aspects of life. Though sometimes I feel my Spanish knowledge is useless and very below average, I am occasionally reminded that knowing a second language is a blessing to not only me but others around me. Just a few weeks ago, a young woman and her daughter walked into my dance studio, not speaking a lick of English and just having moved from Colombia. Today, I teach the daughter ballet and aerial in Spanish, and the family is so incredibly grateful to have found someone to help them. It's moments like this that remind me what it means to be Latina in America. As many have said before, America is not a melting pot - It's a salad bowl. And each and every one of us coming together to add our special ingredient is what makes it so special.

If I could have everyone in the world read just one book, I would without a doubt have them all read Man's Search for Meaning by Dr. Victor Frankl. Not only does Frankl depict the harsh and devastating realities of the Holocaust, but he also shows the reader the importance of finding their meaning in life. Without meaning, we find ourselves in a void of life, feeling incomplete, desiring more. Frankl shows us that there is no perfect circumstance in which we may find it, but having it will make even the most terrifying situations worthwhile. Frankl's journey as a psychiatrist in the Holocaust is horrifyingly sad, but incredibly eye-opening. He shows us that suffering helps us to grow, and that we are meant to suffer in order to better appreciate the totality of life. This message is crucial to our current world, especially because of the deadly and quickly-growing mental health epidemic. Those who struggle with mental health illnesses and diseases feel alone, and a large stigmatization prevents others from feeling willing to open up about their struggles. Dr. Frankl's ability to be so vulnerable that he forces us to be vulnerable with ourselves allows the readers to better understand suffering in their lives, and pushes them to strive for meaning. We all have a purpose in life. There is a unique path for each and every one of us to discover. In finding it and living that life, we will fulfill ourselves. And if each and every one of us could do that, who knows how amazing our world could be?

Within circles of friends who play Minecraft, there is inevitably one of each of the following players. The fighter: Attacks mobs like it's all they have to do. The miner: Provides all the iron and coal (and occasional diamonds) for the group to succeed. The builder: Makes all the architecture, houses, and oftentimes, for no reason, random builds with no purpose. Last, but not least: comedic relief. That's me. My favorite aspect of the game is the fact that playing with the right people will always make me laugh. For example, my best friend and I have a world titled "GML" simply because I was too lazy to type out our joke name, "Gamila." We play on it for hours, trying our best to succeed in tasks, but usually just end up laughing so hard at midnight that we wake up my family. We're notorious for accidentally mislabeling signs, such as labeling our house "cozy cabine" and our cherry blossom enchanting table forest "enchilada forest." We've managed to secure a few wins in the game, but we have many more losses. But truthfully, I wouldn't have it any other way. Our laughs as we fight off skeletons or screams as we run into creepers are ten times better than defeating any ender dragon or warden. And believe me when I say that: We spent ten hours trying to kill the warden over and over again until we realized he respawns. So, though I love fighting mobs, finding diamonds, and building houses, my favorite thing to do in the game is name animals and plant flowers in peculiar places. I love to host fake dinners and make all my friends sit at Minecraft tables while I make them all talk about their day, or make cakes for no good reason and place them in front of my friend's homes. Sure, I may not be very good at the game, but no one can ever tell me I don't have fun.

Two words. Baby. Driver. Baby Driver is an amazing movie about a young man who is the getaway driver for some of the most notorious heists known. Now, I'm never really a big fan of car/driving movies, so for me to make this exception already shows how amazing this movie is. The cinematography is the first clue at this movie's astonishing quality. Director Edgar Wright catches us right off the bat with his amazing skills. The movie plays with primary colors, mixing when characters meet in the reflection of laundry machines and rearview mirrors. Each scene is uniquely beautiful and colorful, the vibrancy of each frame bringing characters and stories to life.Then there's the music and editing. Each scene is meticulously crafted perfectly on the beat to every song in the soundtrack, which, if I may, is amazing. It spans from Young MC to The Commodores flawlessly. And every move, every turn of the wheel and tap of Baby's fingers, is, without fail, to the beat of each song. Finally, the cherry on top that puts Baby Driver above all other movies is its intensely emotional and painstakingly complex relationships. First is Baby and Doc. Baby owes Doc, which is why he agrees to drive for his heists. But the two begin to take on an almost father-son relationship, covering for each other and having each other's backs. Second is Buddy and Darling. Their relationship is evident from the beginning, but the extent of Buddy's rage when Debora is affected by anything exemplifies their raging, all-consuming love. Thirdly, Baby and Joe have a beautiful and quiet (literally and metaphorically) relationship that heavily contrasts all the others in the movie. They speak to each other in sign language as the movie reflects the silence with less vibrancy and softer or no music. Joe acts as the grounding man in Baby's life, constantly reminding him of real life around him. Finally, and most importantly, is Debora and Baby. The two find themselves in a whimsical, romantic love that practically nothing can break. As the movie progresses, the two begin to trust each other so much that they practically become one, operating together with full faith in the other. Each character, incredibly different, meets another with a completely opposite personality, yet they all work together perfectly. Each scene is crafted with the amazing colors, sound, and angles. If you want to watch a movie that feels like a puzzle where the pieces could not be any more perfect, I would recommend Baby Driver time and time again.

The most beautiful thing about bookshelves, to me, is not the books I read and place there. Instead, it is the books I give to loved ones, friends, and family. The ones we talk about for hours, the ones that change their view on life. So, as ironic as it is, my ideal bookshelf is filled with books others have enjoyed most. And amazingly, it is the bookshelf currently sitting in my room. My friends call me the librarian. Every time one comes over, they face the inevitable ten minute task. Here's how it goes: I look at them for a good minute. Think about them - their likes, dislikes. Dreams, fears. This is usually the part where they look at me the weirdest. Then, phase two. I plop down in front of my makeshift bookshelf (it may or may not be my brother's bunk bed ladder) and gently sift through my books. Phase three, I find the perfect one, and hand it to them. Phase four, optional, is when I convince the one's who "hate reading" to just give one book a try. My favorite part comes soon after. They text me, saying they loved the book and want to talk about. We sit with coffees, or by a pool, or even at the beach, and rave about the amazing book. Then, they'll ask for another. And my little librarian soul is fulfilled. The must haves on my shelves are a wide but awesome range. In romance, a favorite has been Better Than the Movies. If a friend loves it, I'll usually refer them to my Elena Armas/Ali Hazelwood section. In fiction, my favorite to hand out is the Before the Coffee Gets Cold series. The simplicity and beauty of Japanese writing never ceases to amaze me. If a friend insists romance is corny and they need a "real classic" I often reach for The Picture of Dorian Gray, or, of course, trick them with Pride and Prejudice. And lastly, if a person wants a self-help style book, I usually look to Atomic Habits, Meditations, or Man's Search for Meaning, which I am yet to see on BookTok but definetly deserves to be there. In all honesty, I wasn't always this into reading. I used to love it as a kid, but when I had to read for school I began to lose interest. It wasn't until a couple years ago when an amazing teacher I had handed me my first book to get me back into reading: Today, Tonight, Tomorrow by Rachel Lynn Solomon. From there, I was hooked. I found BookTok and fell in love. There were people out there, just like me, rekindling a love for books in a welcoming and amazing community. Though each title is different, every single book on BookTok, every single video filmed, makes a bigger difference than we realize. In a society where we surround ourselves with technology and often attempt avoiding emotions - especially mental health - hobbies like reading are so incredibly healing for the soul. BookTok is a beautiful notion; a community of growing and learning readers sharing their bookshelves and changing each other's lives. We give and receive, and in doing both, we feel fulfilled.

The pain and suffering we can't see is the scariest kind. And the hurt that we cannot share with others is the hardest to overcome. So, I find myself asking the same question over and over again: Why do we, as a society, hide what needs the most light? Where stigmatization corners mental health and places all who suffer from it in a box, it is natural that people may feel uncomfortable sharing their struggles. Society views mental diseases like they aren't similar to any other disease: Genetic, environmental, oftentimes painful. But the hardest part about the struggle those who have mental illnesses face is the fact that they must suffer through these pains feeling alone because our society is unwilling to accept them. We can't "see" their injury, and immediately assume it is not there. We tear down people who really need to be lifted up. And we don't recognize the consequences of our actions before it is too late. To combat this, I try to take small steps. I do what I can to change the minds of the people I know. Within my school, I implemented the Green Bandana Project, a suicide prevention and mental health awareness program. I became certified in QPR to help those suffering to the best of my abilities. But above all, I go through my daily life remembering something that has changed the way I look at helping those who struggle. Simon Sinek, author and motivational speaker, once spoke on being there for your friends. He said that sometimes all we want to do when we see a friend struggling is pull them out of that suffering - to pull them out of the mud. But what we really should do is "sit in the mud" with them. We sit there, hear them, feel with them, and when they are ready, we get up together. That, is what helping others looks like to me. Not "fixing them" or "healing" their troubles, but simply sitting in the mud. This small but incredibly meaningful step is one we can all take in our lives. This idea alone made me realize I wanted to study psychology, philosophy, and neuroscience to better understand psychopathology and how I can best help others. We may not all be doctors, or certified professionals/therapists. We may be scared of our impact, and fear offering a helping hand because we feel it may do the opposite. But, the reality is that we don't need to do that. Rather, we need to accept the reality of the mud. Whether we like it or not, it's there. What is up to us is how we respond to it. We need to show those who struggle and suffer from mental health illnesses that they are not alone. We must show them we see their pain, and we acknowledge it. Finally, we must sit in the mud with them, until they are ready. And slowly, each small step we take will bring us closer and closer to a world that is accepting and welcoming of those who struggle. And maybe one day, the mud won't be as scary anymore, because you'll never need to sit in it alone.

"What a waste of a lovely night." My favorite color is blue. When I was younger, I used to receive those silly folded menus at restaurants with four crayons tucked inside: Red, green, yellow, blue. I would color fervently, take my precious artwork home, and smile at my crayons. Yet, time and time again, the red, yellow, and green crayons would roll lazily across the table, while the blue stayed rigid in its initial state. I feared wasting the beauty that was blue. In La La Land, Mia and Sebastian meet, and enjoy years together until they decide to part ways. Much later, the two see each other again, and in a devastatingly emotional scene, the two can't help but to imagine what their lives could have been; who they could have been if they had colored with their blue crayon. This tears the audience apart: On one hand, the two achieved their individual dreams. On the other hand, they may have missed out on something much greater that life had in store for the two of them. The movie ends leaving the audience in awe. What could have been? Would it have been better or worse than what was? If I learned anything from my army of perfect blue crayons, it was that I would regret not doing something much more than never doing it in the first place. The option of making a mistake scares me, but the chance I miss out on something terrifies me ten times more. I saw it in real life with crayons. I see it in La La Land. Sometimes, doing nothing can be worse than doing what we think is right and isn't. That's the beauty of life, really. Ignorance is bliss, but bliss isn't the journey we're meant to be on. We're meant to experience the mountains and the valleys, the highs and the lows. We're meant to feel everything: love, anger, sadness, joy. A life of bliss is a life unlived. So, even though Mia and Sebastian don't end up together, they were blessed of the knowledge of how amazing it was to be together at some point in their lives. They had to say goodbye, and it was devastating. But, the beauty of their goodbye is that they got to say hello. So, if I could go back to younger me and tell her anything, I would tell her to color with her blue crayon. Sure, you may mess up. The crayon might snap in your hand or the tip may dull far too quickly. But you used it. And you will be all the more happy you did. Do not waste your lovely night.

Studying and pursuing neuroscience is both a blessing and a curse: On one hand, I learn with zeal about the most inspiring and amazing notion I have ever encountered in my life. On the other hand, I am forced to simultaneously face the reality that despite my knowledge on the subject, most will dismiss the brain's health issues due to a certain "mental health" stigmatization we have so widely accepted and encouraged. The CDC's 2021 Youth Risk Behavior Surveillance Data yielded devastating results - 4 in 10 (42%) of students felt "persistently sad or hopeless" and 29% experienced poor mental health. Nonetheless, these struggling students, a near half of the represented population, are ostracized and convinced they are alone in their fight. They are bullied and harassed, judged and invalidated. Yet, this doesn't discourage me. If anything, it gives me all the more reason to want to help. I am interested in pursuing a career in the mental health field because it is just as "valid" as any other health field and therefore deserves more recognition and less stigmatization. The brain is the most complex organ in the human body, and it naturally requires the respective attention. I hope to combine my love for psychology, philosophy, and neuroscience to help people better understand brain health issues, and I aim to use modern technology and approaches to better recognize and diagnose diseases and illnesses with more efficiency for those who are struggling. Though I (naturally) have a long way to go before I will be qualified for these jobs, I still do everything in my power to help solve this issue on a local level. At my high school, I advocated for and eventually registered our community as members of the Green Bandana Project. I interview candidates for the ambassador roles and head our Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion club where we help raise awareness for the program and its goals. I devote hours and hours of community service to this project because I truly know that people in my community are struggling and feeling alone, and I know for a fact that they will thrive with better support systems surrounding them. Even if it takes all of my time and devotion to help just one person, it will be more than worth it. Our lives are precious, our time is invaluable, and our call to help others is strong. To do anything but pursue my life's passion would be a disservice to the people I could help, and perhaps there is no greater tragedy than that.

The character I resonate most with, in all honesty, is Michael. As much as I wish I could say I am a normal everyday "Jim" or just like any of the temps that come through, I felt myself relating to Michael throughout the show in so many ways. To begin, I find myself being a leader in many areas of my life, whether it is dance, student council, or my school's Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion Club. Yet, I fear I am not made out to be that kind of leader, and similar to Michael, I often find myself running around in a daze trying to figure things out while staying as positive and upbeat as possible. Additionally, when things are quiet and awkward or people fail to get along, I find myself being a "glue" between them. But, not in a conventional way. In the Michael way. I'll be so unusual or silly that the people have no choice but to bond over whatever ridiculousness I just performed for them. I'll do it on purpose, and I will do it again and again if it means the success and happiness of the people I care about. Lastly, though I may not always make it clear, similar to Michael, the love and care I have for people I know and work with runs deep. I will never hesitate to sacrifice what I can to help others, and though I may be silly like him, I also carry his kind-heart and caring soul.

"True knowledge exists in knowing that you know nothing." The universe is difficult for the human brain to comprehend, so perhaps it is efficient that we observe it on a smaller scale. For example, the ocean. This large, vast sea of discovery is controlled by mankind, with ports, fishing, and even cruise ships that span its gorgeous waves and powerful currents. An entity we once feared, we came to conquer, as we explored its never-ending pathways and terrifying nature. For centuries, it was something that held us back from each other. Now, with our opportunities and the resources at our disposal, it is something that brings us together. But that's just its surface. In reality, this mass we already "know" has an entire other side to it, because we have discovered a mere 5% of the ocean. That means that daily, we sail over something that is 95% a mystery with no fear because we believe the knowledge we have of its surface is enough. In other words, we pretend to understand something we don't know because it is much easier to know and be naive than to not know and be scared. In comparison, we have explored 5% of the universe. It's "surface," so to say. We know what is out there from what we can see, and because of that, we assume that is all there is. We sail over the mesmerizing tides of the universe with the confidence of a king and the knowledge of a fool. In reality, we are a society that thrives in comfort and habit. We fear the things that are out there because we cannot even begin to fathom what they could be. So, instead of looking out at the 95% of the universe we don't know, we accept the 5% we have and run with it. We pretend to understand it. Yet, what person can determine what a puzzle looks like with one single piece? Simply put, we cannot learn anything if we think we already know it all. With that settled, we can operate on the basis of knowing nothing. 5%, in a statistical environment, is nothing. It is a "very rare," an outlier, a small fraction of possibility. Surely, it is nothing we would guarantee. Since we can't guarantee it, we, as by our human nature, inevitably doubt it. But why is that so? I am incredibly fascinated by the different schools of thought that come together to explain the notion of thought: Why we think the way we do, how we think the way we do, and what any of that thinking does for us. I study psychology to understand why we think. I study neuroscience to understand how the thinking itself works. I study philosophy to understand why its crucial that we allow ourselves to think, and why we need to ask those ever-important questions in our lives. In terms of knowledge, 5% is minimal. Yet, the more I try to understand the people that live on this earth, the more I realize that this knowledge I want more of cannot be found alone. We as a society have to work together, to piece by piece, unveil the universe to ourselves. We have to study the unknown, discover the undiscovered. Above all, we have to be brave. Walking into 95% mystery is frightening, but ignoring it is infinitely worse.

“Everything in any way beautiful has its beauty of itself, inherent and self-sufficient: praise is no part of it. At any rate, praise does not make anything better or worse. This applies even to the popular conception of beauty, as in material things or works of art. So does the truly beautiful need anything beyond itself? No more than law, no more than truth, no more than kindness or integrity. Which of these things derives its beauty from praise, or withers under criticism? Does an emerald lose its quality if it is not praised? And what of gold, ivory, purple, a lyre, a dagger, a flower, a bush?” -Marcus Aurelius, "Meditations" While reading "Meditations", I came across this passage and found myself coming to a pause. This idea of "praise" stuck with me. Furthermore, the first thing that came to my mind when I read it was a passage from Romeo and Juliet, in Act 2, Scene 2. "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself." -William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet" Praise is a difficult idea to understand. On one hand, praise expresses admiration for something - something which the beholder would deem beautiful, respectable, etc. Yet on the other hand, as Aurelius and Shakespeare both mention, a certain thing cannot lose its beauty if not praised. Furthermore, when something undergoes "criticism," as Aurelius mentions, it does not decrease in beauty as it is judged. Similarly, The Capulet and Montague quarrel sets an expectation for the children of the families to follow, yet they disobey these ideas and allow themselves to come to their own conclusions. Therefore, under these circumstances, it can be concluded that Aurelius' underlying message reflects that of holding beauty and praise to a personal standard and not allowing society or others to influence our views of the world. To echo the ever-popular saying, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Yet society seems to reflect the opposite. When someone is deemed characteristically beautiful, whether it be by the societal standard or current trend/expectation, society lifts the person on a pedestal and in doing so lowers others who do not meet this standard. Yet in another month, the objective definition of "beauty" could change and those who were initially "ugly" could now be seen as the most beautiful. Therefore, to parallel Aurelius' idea, perhaps we can acknowledge that beauty and praise lie within each individual, and to make determinations as a society simply establishes praise in a hurtful manner that may not even reflect our standards. Similarly, Juliet presents an adjacent argument. Romeo being a Montague and Juliet being a Capulet makes them destined to hate each other. Yet should Romeo have been the same man with any other family, he would have been the perfect candidate for Juliet. Therefore, we can compare his "name" to his "praise." His family has determined the level of praise he receives and has established a strict boundary between the two lovers even though they are compatible. Aurelius's idea of an emerald being unable to lose its value when not praised stuck out to me. I thought about Stoicism, and Epictetus, Aurelius's teacher. Epictetus, a freed slave, naturally understood this concept. Freedom, for many of us in the United States, is a given. A "natural right." Unalienable, critical, and perpetual. Yet, we tend to take it for granted, forgetting that not everyone has the same opportunities we do. I think of this notion in everyday terms to explain it best. For example, I could be sitting at home "doing nothing" when suddenly the power goes out. The lights flicker off, and I realize - for the first time in a while- they had been on. I look down at my phone and notice its low battery, acknowledging the unchanging presence of my charger that now cannot help me. I sniffle from the winter cold I am catching, nostalgically remembering all the times I could breathe clearly and missing it. Yet when I could, I didn't recognize it. Stoicism, as a philosophy, highlights this. We are blessed daily with concepts and opportunities we cannot even fathom until we lose them, but this doesn't make them any less valuable. If anything, it is a reason to understand that all we can do with the great life we are given is use it to our best potential, praising the beauty in our lives because it is always there - even in the darkest of times.

To me, writing is two completely different ideas juxtaposed as one: It's an escape from the real world - a liberating breath of fresh air, and simultaneously a terrifyingly free space for my thoughts to roam. In these margins, I find I learn more about myself than I think I know, and only in writing am I able to express myself fully regarding the way I feel. When I am overwhelmed, I find myself opening a blank document and staring at its canvas. My mind wanders over its empty and welcoming page, and before I know it, my mind takes over and words spill over the pages. Words that when dismantled and picked apart one by one mean so little- yet when placed in the right order, seem to mean everything. For me, writing is gentle yet supportive arms that wrap around me when I need it most. Writing is a warm sweater that drapes over my shoulders in the dead of night. Writing is a shovel, waiting patiently for me to scoop out the pathos in my brain and dump it on a page like pavement coated with snow. It is everything I dream of and everything I fear, wrapped up in one with an eerily calm bow on the top. Yet when I open it and let it free, an endless amount of ideas swirl through my mind, like Pandora's box but with both sweet tunes and scary thoughts. Writing can be regal, carrying tenderhearted memorandum that flows like milk and honey across the page. It can be warm and loving, an enamored song to the people we care about the most. Yet it can also be rigid and inhospitable, running its course with only chaos in mind. It can devour our minds and envelop our thoughts, leaving us distant and scared of what's to come. It holds more power than it knows: writing our history and predicting our future. The only way we gain power over it is to become it, accept it and empower it. To write our own stories and feel our own emotions, good and bad. Writing is the words I never get to say, the stories I never get to tell, and the emotions I never get to feel. Without it, my brain swirls with confusion, needing an outlet, an opportunity to set it free and understand its feelings. I love writing because it can't judge me; it's a simple quiet home for my mind to rest and compose itself again, leaving nothing but beautiful art behind.

To me, science is everything it means to learn, live, and appreciate what is around us. Science is question and answer, test and prove. Science is learning and finding, studying and admiring. Specifically, one concept that I will always lose myself in is the brain. No matter how much I try to understand more of it, different information, questions, and concepts replace my knowledge and flood my mind as I learn. As I observe and understand more, big ideas of the brain continue getting smaller and smaller- until I can connect something back to a single neuron. I find it simply amazing that everything we can physically, spiritually, and emotionally do can in some way be connected right back to one place: A control tower that can do more than we imagine. Whether it's constantly taking in our surroundings, processing stimuli, or letting us think freely and learn openly, the brain is a brilliant instrument that I will never fail to admire. When it comes to the brain, I am its forever fan. We as a society value it greatly, but true fans know all the underlying factors that go into a healthy brain. Furthermore, I take an interest in its issues, whether they be genetic, experience-based, or random, and coming up with diagnoses and solutions for when it encounters problems. As a superfan of the brain, all I wish is that everyone can have the ability to use their brain to its fullest potential. To do that, I hope to pursue a career in which I can help people keep their brains healthy and stimulated. As a whole, my passion for science grew during my sophomore year. My mom had handed me a book titled "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder which was a full history of philosophy and prominent philosophers. I remember reading the book, devouring the pages and all the information on them. Then I remember asking myself, why do we think the way we think? What parts of our brain and systems of thought brought us to these kinds of conclusions? These questions brought me to the brain and science. Wherever I had a question, science almost always had an answer. Where it didn't, I wanted to come up with one. Science has always been there for me. Whether I am studying a concept in AP Biology or reading choice books about neuroscience, science never fails to amaze me. It is the unchanging factor in an always-changing world, the understandable aspect of a world I will always struggle to understand. Most of all, it is yet another reason to appreciate the beauty of the world around us, beyond us, and within us.

When a person inherits a cardiovascular disease like cardiomyopathy or arrhythmia, doctors look at their heart. When someone contracts a disease because of their environment such as lung cancer or anaplasmosis, nobody blames them or abashes them. Yet, when a person deals with a mental illness or disease, doctors don't look at their brain, and society not only blames them but also disdains them. Mental illnesses are just as "real" as any other illness; they are just as genetic, just as concerning, and just as valid. The only difference between mental illness and other illnesses is the area of the body in which they occur. Yet, instead of referencing these issues as "brain health issues" we title them "mental illness" and carry on the negative connotation society has set for them. I intend to major in cognitive neuroscience to better understand the anatomical functions of the brain and where and why brain health issues occur. I hope to contribute to the field with modern research and join the effort to destigmatize mental illnesses as a whole while providing new perspectives to help those who are suffering. Generally, I want to better the quality of life of those who deal with brain health issues by offering accessible and supportive care. Specifically, I hope to use modern brain-scanning technology to better understand brain health issues, diagnose psychological disorders with this technology, and more efficiently provide better support for this growing epidemic in a time of need.

I would be lying if I said that I chose a STEM degree for myself because, in all honesty, the STEM degree chose me. Growing up, I was always eager to go to college and pursue a major, but up until the end of my sophomore year, I had no idea what it was going to be. I spent hours and hours making lists of options, considering all majors from astronomy to fashion. I had (and still have) an immense love for learning, and I was excited about all of my options, but I simply could not seem to find the perfect major for me. Then, during the summer of my sophomore year, my mom handed me a book on the history of philosophy. It was "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. I remember devouring its lessons, reading for hours at a time and asking more questions than were being answered as I read. Why do we think the way we do? What controls those behaviors? In my head, gears were turning that I never knew I had. I felt as though my mind was being nourished and thriving in its new environment. I felt called to these ideas; with every piece of information I learned, two more appeared. And I was determined to learn as much as I could. As a junior, I self-studied for the AP psychology exam, scoring a 5 and helping others to follow in my footsteps at my school regarding the independent study. I read books, listened to podcasts, and took notes as professors such as Dr. Huberman taught me everything I was dying to know through the screen of my computer. But I knew I wanted more. I felt these ideas, these lessons, calling out to me. Perhaps, this was what I was meant to do. Presently, I have applied to multiple universities with an interest in cognitive neuroscience, psychology, and philosophy. Combined with my passion for service and helping others, I dream of using modern brain scanning technology to better help and diagnose brain health issues as well as destigmatizing mental health and psychological disorders as a whole. Substantially, I hope to learn as much as I can about the brain and its anatomical functions in order to better the quality of life of those who are suffering or in need. Specifically, as a woman of color, I hope to analyze and observe socio-environmental factors that lead to brain health issues, such as the effects of racial trauma, or how diversity strengthens mental fortitude. In conclusion, my interest in STEM has only begun to bloom, and I hope that my intellectual curiosity, dedication to service, and love for neuroscience will help me to pursue a career in the field and ultimately help others.

In my future, all I dream of is being my authentic self, wherever I am and whatever I am doing.