I was never a sick child, nor was I the child of a chronically ill parent. I’m grateful I never had to experience being confined within four walls of a hospital. I was a child who had the opportunity to dream big, to chase after each and every one of her dreams no matter how far or wide they seemed. So I explored every corner of every dream my heart ever desired. As a child, I dreamed of being a dancer, captivated by the creativity and artistry of movement. I imagined myself as a fashion designer, sketching outlines of dresses I would one day sell. I even considered medicine, wanting the autonomy of running my own practice, and teaching, where I found joy in helping my peers succeed. I felt like someone searching for the right glass slipper, hoping one day I would find where I truly belonged. Nursing became that glass slipper, and I finally found my fit. Looking back, I realize none of those dreams were ever abandoned. They simply evolved. Dancing taught me discipline, adaptability, and the confidence to perform under pressure. Fashion design nurtured my creativity and attention to detail. My interest in medicine reflected a curiosity about the human body and a desire to solve complex problems. Teaching revealed how deeply I enjoyed caring and helpful others. Nursing was the convergence of all my childhood dreams and aspirations. That realization didn’t happen overnight. It grew with every anatomy class, every clinical experience, and every patient interaction. One of my patients I will always hold close to my heart was the first patient I lost. I remembered walking with her shortly after surgery. only to watch her slowly deteriorate in front of eyes over the next several weeks. Her room was always filled with love, laughter, and smiles despite the difficult reality we all knew we were facing. Our ongoing “Real HU” debates every time I stepped into her room are forever engrained into my memory. These conversations, though seemingly small, reminded me that patient care extends far beyond the medical care you provide. In that moment, I discovered that what fulfilled me most was not simply treating illness, but being present during some of the most vulnerable moments in a person's life. Whether it meant educating a patient about their condition, advocating for their needs, or offering reassurance when words felt inadequate, I found purpose in the privilege of caring for others. I once believed that finding the right path meant choosing one dream over another. Nursing taught me that sometimes the right path allows every part of who you are to coexist. I was never searching for the right career; I was searching for where I belonged. Nursing became my glass slipper, and every lesson, challenge, and patient encounter has only confirmed it was always the right fit.

I was never a sick child, nor was I the child of a chronically ill parent. I’m grateful I never had to experience being confined within four walls of a hospital. I was a child who had the opportunity to dream big, to chase after each and every one of her dreams no matter how far or wide they seemed. So I explored every corner of every dream my heart ever desired. I felt like someone searching for the right glass slipper, hoping one day I would find where I truly belonged. Nursing became that glass slipper, and I finally found my fit. I have always hated rollercoasters for their highs and lows, twists and sharp turns, yet nursing placed me in the front seat of one.Every rollercoaster follows the same track. You already know what twists and turns are ahead and then eventually the ride comes to an end. I assumed nursing would be the same, but my journey unfolded differently. Nursing took me on a journey that I thought would deter me from a path I felt destined to be on. Being delayed by a year challenged my confidence in ways I never expected. For months, I spent time trying to figure out who I was outside of nursing and questioned whether it was even the right fit for me. With a little trust, faith and the right opportunities, I realized I was on the path I meant to be on regardless of if it was the one I imagined for myself. Last summer, I landed an externship on a Cardiac Step-down Unit as a student nurse who was lacking confidence and unsure about almost every aspect of nursing. I couldn’t think like a nurse or act like a nurse; I only knew I wanted to be a nurse. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to learn from the most amazing preceptors who guided me in thinking like a nurse and imagining myself as a nurse. I went from the student nurse who was scared to knock on the door and ask to take a patient's vitals to one who walked with confidence and assurance that I was right where I meant to be. That would not be my last experience to push myself as a student nurse. This past summer, I continued that growth as a Nurse Trainee on a Pediatric Acute Care unit. It’s been an opportunity that reaffirmed both my love for nursing and passion for working with children. I have had the opportunity to see all sides of nursing, both the positive and negative. Nonetheless, I have never been deterred from my path and have only been reaffirmed that nursing is meant for me. I’m grateful for every patient and family I have had the privilege of caring for. My experiences have shown me that exceptional nurses never stop learning. As I continue my career, I hope to pursue a graduate degree and become a Nurse Practitioner so I can expand my clinical knowledge, advocate for my patients, and make a greater impact on the communities I serve. Every experience from overcoming setbacks to caring for patients at clinicals and in my externships have reinforced that this is where I am meant to be. I am excited to continue growing into the compassionate, knowledgeable, understanding, and dependable nurse my patients deserve.

I was never a sick child, nor was I the child of a chronically ill parent. I’m grateful I never had to experience being confined within four walls of a hospital. I was a child who had the opportunity to dream big, to chase after each and every one of her dreams no matter how far or wide they seemed. So I explored every corner of every dream my heart ever desired. I felt like someone searching for the right glass slipper, hoping one day I would find where I truly belonged. Nursing became that glass slipper, and I finally found my fit. I have always hated rollercoasters for their highs and lows, twists and sharp turns, yet nursing placed me in the front seat of one.Every rollercoaster follows the same track. You already know what twists and turns are ahead and then eventually the ride comes to an end. I assumed nursing would be the same, but my journey unfolded differently. Nursing took me on a journey that I thought would deter me from a path I felt destined to be on. Being delayed by a year challenged my confidence in ways I never expected. For months, I spent time trying to figure out who I was outside of nursing and questioned whether it was even the right fit for me. With a little trust, faith and the right opportunities, I realized I was on the path I meant to be on regardless of if it was the one I imagined for myself. Last summer, I landed an externship on a Cardiac Step-down Unit as a student nurse who was lacking confidence and unsure about almost every aspect of nursing. I couldn’t think like a nurse or act like a nurse; I only knew I wanted to be a nurse. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to learn from the most amazing preceptors who guided me in thinking like a nurse and imagining myself as a nurse. I went from the student nurse who was scared to knock on the door and ask to take a patient's vitals to one who walked with confidence and assurance that I was right where I meant to be. That would not be my last experience to push myself as a student nurse. This past summer, I continued that growth as a Nurse Trainee on a Pediatric Acute Care unit. It’s been an opportunity that reaffirmed both my love for nursing and passion for working with children. I have had the opportunity to see all sides of nursing, both the positive and negative. Nonetheless, I have never been deterred from my path and have only been reaffirmed that nursing is meant for me. I’m grateful for every patient and family I have had the privilege of caring for. My experiences have shown me that exceptional nurses never stop learning. As I continue my career, I hope to pursue a graduate degree and become a Nurse Practitioner so I can expand my clinical knowledge, advocate for my patients, and make a greater impact on the communities I serve.. Every experience from overcoming setbacks to caring for patients at clinicals and in my externships have reinforced that this is where I am meant to be. I am excited to continue growing into the compassionate, knowledgeable, understanding, and dependable nurse my patients deserve. Through my search of scholarships on Bold, I found this scholarship catered to helping support nursing students.

For me, Wicked is more than a musical—it’s a story that speaks directly to how I see myself and the world around me. As someone who has often found myself being “the only one” in academic or professional spaces, I naturally connect to Elphaba’s journey. She’s judged before people even know her, and yet she refuses to shrink herself. That resilience mirrors my own experiences navigating spaces where representation is limited. Seeing Elphaba embrace her difference and transform it into her power inspires me to stand firmly in my own identity, whether in nursing, leadership, or life. Another reason I love Wicked is its emphasis on perspective. The show reminds us that the story we’ve always heard—the one about the Wicked Witch—was never the full truth. That message resonates with me because I value uncovering deeper truths, especially in healthcare, where patients’ voices are often overlooked. Just like in Wicked, listening beyond the surface can reveal courage, love, and humanity where others only see stereotypes or assumptions. On a personal level, the music itself fills me with energy and hope. Songs like Defying Gravity remind me that even when life feels overwhelming—whether it’s exams, grief, or the pressures of nursing school—I have the ability to rise above and create my own path. That’s why the story stays with me: it’s both a mirror and a motivator. Ultimately, I am a fan of Wicked because it combines everything I care about: resilience, representation, perspective, and the belief that even when the world misunderstands you, your story and your purpose still matter.

At 12:17 am on November 29th of 2003, I opened my eyes to a world that had already labeled me a “failure,” and it was my job to prove them wrong. Throughout my life, I cannot recall having more than one Black teacher to set an example for me. I’ve never had a Black school nurse who could relate to my experiences as a person of color. This was my pivotal moment. My moment of self-realization. Since nobody was there to set an example, I had to become the example. When I was a few months short of 5, I began attending a white, private school, full of white teachers and white students who couldn’t understand me. At school, I was just another student who happened to be Black but out in the city, being Black was a part of who I was. Beginning in fourth grade, I attended public schools in urban areas where I expected to be guided to higher education. Yet, it was my mother who had to instill the importance of education in me. My school was full of Black and Brown kids who had the bar set low for them. I had strong ambition and mediocrity wasn’t something I could settle for. In the end, it was my mother who pushed me to add nursing to my list. I loved the way she cared for me when I was sick. She served me hot soup in bed, took my temperature, rubbed Vicks on my chest and back. I imagined myself in scrubs walking the halls of the hospitals, checking on my patients and taking their vitals, making them feel as my mother had once made me feel. In my front pocket would be a tub of Vicks acting as my piece of hope in times of despair. Reminiscing in the moment, I would remember when I knew becoming a medical professional was in my future. I would remember counting to 3 and finding my classmate’s tooth in my hand. Most importantly, I would cherish the optimism and euphoria that filled my heart when I helped someone. It was also my mother who peaked my interest in HBCUs from a very young age. I would tell anyone who asked me that I was planning to enroll at Tuskegee University, my mother’s alma mater. About 13 years later, I've decided not to enroll at Tuskegee, but at Howard instead. I was never deterred from the dream of attending an HBCU. The sense of community and love my mother and others who attended HBCUs pushed me towards an affirmation for them and ultimately choosing to attend Howard University. Representation is extremely significant to me because I felt I had lacked it the majority of my life. Look into the medical books, you’ll find the words used to discriminate against People of Color and belittle their medical needs. You’ll find sections that emphasize that Black people are less sensitive to pain because apparently, they have thicker skin or less sensitive nerves. Black people are too often overlooked at the doctors, too often left to handle their medical care, too often left to suffer alone. I want patients to look at me and see someone who understands and empathizes with them. I want them to see me and immediately feel at ease. Nurse Chantel Chaney is in the grasp of my hands and no obstacle will stop me from achieving that title.

At 12:17 am on November 29th of 2003, I opened my eyes to a world that had already labeled me a “failure,” and it was my job to prove them wrong. Throughout my life, I cannot recall having more than one Black teacher to set an example for me. I’ve never had a Black school nurse who could relate to my experiences as a person of color. This was my pivotal moment. My moment of self-realization. Since nobody was there to set an example, I had to become the example. When I was a few months short of 5, I began attending a White, private school, full of white teachers and white students who couldn’t understand me. At school, I was just another student who happened to be Black but out in the city, being Black was a part of who I was. I started attending public schools in urban areas from 4th grade on and I always expected the school to push me towards the path of higher education. My school was full of Black and Brown kids who had the bar set low for them. I modeled after the behavior of my mother, being ambitious and fighting for things that seemed out of reach. In first grade, it was already expected of me that I received straight As or a maximum of 1 B. Nobody understood why my expectations were so high, especially so young but my future aspirations depended on it. In 4th grade, I received my first “C” and I bawled my eyes out. A “C” as a fourth-grader may not seem bad but to 10-year-old me, it was everything. By accepting a “C”, I was accepting that I would not attend college and major in Nursing which I decided at a mere 6-years-old. I had strong ambition and mediocrity wasn’t something I could settle for. In the end, it was my mother who pushed me to add nursing to my list. I loved the way she cared for me when I was sick. She served me hot soup in bed, took my temperature, rubbed Vicks on my chest and back. I imagined myself in scrubs walking the halls of the hospitals, checking on my patients and taking their vitals, making them feel as my mother had once made me feel. In my front pocket would be a tub of Vicks acting as my piece of hope in times of despair. Reminiscing in the moment, I would remember when I knew becoming a medical professional was in my future. I would remember counting to 3 and finding my classmate’s tooth in my hand. Most importantly, I would remember the optimism and euphoria that filled my heart from helping someone. Representation is extremely important to me because I felt I had lacked it the majority of my life. Look into the medical books, you’ll find the words used to discriminate against People of Color and belittle their medical needs. You’ll find sections that emphasize that Black people are less sensitive to pain because apparently, they have thicker skin or less sensitive nerves. Black people are too often overlooked at the doctors, too often left to handle their medical care, too often left to suffer alone. When patients look at me, I want them to see someone who understands and empathizes with them. I want them to see me and immediately feel at ease, to feel as they should’ve felt in the beginning. Nurse Chantel Chaney is in the grasp of my hands and no obstacle will stop me from achieving that title.