Having entrusted the life of my beloved pet to a veterinarian and having my dog pass away during that visit, I understand the profound responsibility and trust that comes with the profession. Along with that same profession comes considerable student loan debt. Not only do I need these scholarships, but I believe I am more than qualified to be awarded them. I would hope so, because I have been busting my butt to possess the qualities to be eligible for merit-based financial aid such as this scholarship. Here are some of my credentials: My experience as a tutor and volunteer was spurred by my commitment to giving back to my community. This quality is highly valued in the veterinary field, where compassion and empathy are important traits for working with animals and their owners. My role in the marching band as a section leader demonstrates my ability to work well with others, take initiative, and manage projects effectively. These qualities will enable me to establish and maintain my own equine practice successfully. I have been preparing to enter the veterinary field for my entire educational career; I have the grades and proven motivation to continue to veterinary school. Consequently, I have been accepted into one of the country’s top honors colleges. In this honors college, I will conduct research relating to my field and write a thesis. The accomplishment of a research thesis will make me a top candidate for any veterinary school. I guarantee you that the funds invested in me will be returned to the community. With my ambitious nature, dedication to the animal medical field, and personal skills, I will thrive in my field. My success will enable me to give back to the community by treating animals efficiently, empathetically, and ethically. To do this, I need the financial resources that you can provide. Thank you. To submit this scholarship, I must have eighty more words to submit. I believe I have written what I needed to concisely So, here is the Spongebob Theme Song for you to enjoy. Are ya ready, kids? Aye-aye, Captain! I can't hear you! Aye-aye, captain!! Oooooooooooooooo, Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Squarepants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! Spongebob Squarepants! If nautical nonsense be something you wish, Spongebob Squarepants! Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! Spongebob Squarepants! Ready? Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Spongebob Squarepants! Spongeboooob Squarepaaaaaants! Ah ha ha ha ah har har har! (do-do do do, do do, do do)

I was diagnosed with a serious medical condition at birth. This incurable disease affects me every day; I must be conscientious of who I touch, which materials I handle, and even what I think, as mere thoughts can trigger an episode. Regretfully, I must admit to you that I have primary hyperhidrosis. Even writing the dreaded name evokes an uncontrollable reaction from my body. What does this mean? I have excessively, embarrassingly, excruciatingly sweaty hands. Tragic, isn’t it? Each time I meet someone I wish to impress, my poised manner is considerably less professional as I swiftly swipe my hand across my pant leg and watch as the receiver struggles to maintain their composure. Moreover, each time I place my hand on the black lab tables in school, a shameful mark of my condition is on display. Worry-free high-fives and hand-holding are freedoms I was not granted because of my hereditary disease. Primary hyperhidrosis, however dreadful it seems, has its perks. With my lizard-like abilities, I can pick up paper without utilizing my fingers, I can repel my friends if they annoy me, and I never have to lick the pages I turn. I’ve learned to brush off rude comments, weed out weak boyfriends, and use this “disease” to my advantage. Most importantly, however, I have learned to embrace this oddity of mine and be comfortable in my own sweaty skin. Frankly, this is the best story I can submit to a scholarship; other anecdotes are stemmed from inside jokes and dark humor, both of which I'm afraid may not be entertaining to someone else. Unfortunately, it is not a full 400 words, yet I would still like to take a chance and submit it. It makes me laugh, at least, so even if you do not award me the scholarship I hope you enjoyed it. Here it is again so I am allowed to submit it on Bold.org: I was diagnosed with a serious medical condition at birth. This incurable disease affects me every day; I must be conscientious of who I touch, which materials I handle, and even what I think, as mere thoughts can trigger an episode. Regretfully, I must admit to you that I have primary hyperhidrosis. Even writing the dreaded name evokes an uncontrollable reaction from my body. What does this mean? I have excessively, embarrassingly, excruciatingly sweaty hands. Tragic, isn’t it? Each time I meet someone I wish to impress, my poised manner is considerably less professional as I swiftly swipe my hand across my pant leg and watch as the receiver struggles to maintain their composure. Moreover, each time I place my hand on the black lab tables in school, a shameful mark of my condition is on display. Worry-free high-fives and hand-holding are freedoms I was not granted because of my hereditary disease. Primary hyperhidrosis, however dreadful it seems, has its perks. With my lizard-like abilities, I can pick up paper without utilizing my fingers, I can repel my friends if they annoy me, and I never have to lick the pages I turn. I’ve learned to brush off rude comments, weed out weak boyfriends, and use this “disease” to my advantage. Most importantly, however, I have learned to embrace this oddity of mine and be comfortable in my own sweaty skin.