Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto Colorado soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. I spoke on youth violence prevention in a City of Aurora interview, reaching over 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family. The Concrete Rose Foundation Scholarship would ease my financial burden and allow me to focus on preparing for a career in public interest law. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage and hardships that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto Colorado soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage and hardships that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. As a first-generation Coloradan college student, I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto Colorado soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage and hardships that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. As a first-generation Coloradan college student, I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. My mother smiles; her ring shimmers in the beaming sun. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring and $500. It's now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Thus, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto Colorado soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage and hardships that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. Like Miguel, a first-generation Coloradan college student, I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 19989. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to teach and lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibility of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. Hearing of my work in Aurora, Colorado, a Minneapolis pastor asked, “Due to your church service, are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to minister to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight to Minnesota, the same uncertainties my mother had on her way to America permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught of their value in Jesus. The roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Invigorated, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective on police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I joined the Justice Education Project to teach youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars about systemic racism. I created educational TikToks, reaching over 15,000 lives. Further, I helped publish our first book, “First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth”. Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of the organization Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Beyond the Arts Quad, I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. Further, interning in the U.S. House of Representatives in Washington, D.C. showed me the fundamental pathways policies can benefit humanity. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. After realizing the detrimental impacts of the injustices that my mother faced, I dream of becoming a lawyer and advocate for those who are silenced. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation. As a low-income, first-generation undergraduate, the David Malcom scholarship will help me pursue these ambitious dreams. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family and me. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Growing up as a first-generation Ethiopian American, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Wearing the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As President of Compass, I build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School. With STRONG Youth, I encouraged those impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I researched racial disparities and published them to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family and me. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” As she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” My ears tingled as I heard her story. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror my mother's tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Despite my impediments, my curiosity evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to teach and lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibility of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her phone. Hearing of my service, a Minneapolis pastor asked, “Are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to minister to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight, doubts permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so refined I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught of their value in Jesus. The roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Invigorated, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I joined the Justice Education Project to teach youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars about systemic racism. I created educational TikToks, reaching over 15,000 lives. Further, I helped publish our first book, “First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth”. Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependence on Jesus, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. After realizing the detrimental impacts of the injustices that my mother faced, I dream to become a lawyer and advocate for those who are silenced.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” As she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” My ears tingled as I heard her story. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror my mother's tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Despite my impediments, my curiosity evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to teach and lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibility of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her phone. Hearing of my service, a Minneapolis pastor asked, “Are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to minister to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight, doubts permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so refined I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught of their value in Jesus. The roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Invigorated, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I joined the Justice Education Project to teach youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars about systemic racism. I created educational TikToks, reaching over 15,000 lives. Further, I helped publish our first book, “First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth”. Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependence on Jesus, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. After realizing the detrimental impacts of the injustices that my mother faced, I dream to become a lawyer and advocate for those who are silenced.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family and me. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell's campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. In order to pay for college, I work two jobs on campus. As a librarian at the Math Library and Food Preparer at Bear Necessities, I've learned to balance the time I have at Cornell to provide financially for my family and I. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell;s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell;s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell;s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell;s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell;s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Taking my first steps on Cornell;s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Using my education, I dream of becoming a lawyer as I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced as a low-income, first-generation undergraduate. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Wearing the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Taking my first steps on Cornell;s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. Taking the knowledge I have attained, I interned at the Aurora Public Defender's Office. I communicated with those held in custody at the Aurora Jail and transcribed police camera footage to be used as evidence at criminal trials. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

Walking up the blood-stained white marble steps of the US Capitol, I felt a tear escape from the corner of my copper-colored eyes. The wedding ring on my light-brown right hand dimmed in the faint lighting as my fingers glazed over the forty columns in the Crypt of the Capitol. Its pillars illuminated the scars left behind from the tool marks that the slaves had used to build this sanctuary of liberty. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the painful memories of the history that bled the path to my future. My memory transports me back to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her wedding ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 300 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. She held dearly onto that determination through the struggles of homelessness in America. Working in a motel, my mother scraped together dollar bills to save up for an apartment in a drug-infested area. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As Co-President of Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through these clubs, I cook and bake with youth involved with the prison system to uplift them to go beyond their situations. I participated in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. I took a deep breath as I walked into the Capitol; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. As an intern for Congresswoman Diana DeGette, I advocated for immigration reform within her office. I wrote bill recommendation memorandums that promoted gun control in the United States. I attended hearings that promoted criminal justice reform and spoke with staff who were personally affected by gun violence in America. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction, I am reminded of its igniting courage.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I am accepted and enrolled at the prestigious Cornell University, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I am accepted and enrolled at the prestigious Cornell University, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I am accepted and enrolled at the prestigious Cornell University, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Wearing the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through the baking club, I illustrate to them the same yeast metaphor that my mom showed me: they can make a difference. Beyond the Arts Quad, I took part in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. This summer, I will be interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office under lawyer Andrea Duby as I gain experience within the legal field. I dream of becoming a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Wearing the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of the organization Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through the baking club, I illustrate to them the same yeast metaphor that my mom showed me: they can make a difference. Beyond the Arts Quad, I took part in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness on the criminal justice system’s horrors. Further, I am interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office under lawyer Andrea Duby as I gain experience within the legal field. I dream of becoming a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Further, I will pass on my mother’s baton of bravery to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to create tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project. PREP allows me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her almond-brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me as I attend Cornell University. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Further, I will pass on my mother’s baton of bravery to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to create tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project. PREP allows me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Further, I will pass on my mother’s baton of bravery to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to create tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project. PREP allows me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Further, I will pass on my mother’s baton of bravery to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to create tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project. PREP allows me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned, she was left with a ring, visa, and $500. While fleeing to America, she felt fear gripping her mind: “Can I live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English and raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror her tenacity?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence in reducing youth violence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and communicated my beliefs by advocating for police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars, educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed in my life. Wearing the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, allowing me to educate my peers by writing articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life. Though I have many ambitions, they are limited by my family’s financial situation. My mother is immunocompromised and has been unemployed due to health concerns since February 1st, 2020. The financial burden has been placed upon my father, a bus technician. He must work overtime and has had to utilize our savings; I was enrolled in my high school’s reduced lunch program to pay for many expenses. I have the utmost gratitude for The Bright Light Scholarship’s consideration of my application and will appreciate their financial assistance.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the sun radiates upon her face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity she formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. Energized by her actions, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by her injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism, reaching over 15,000 lives. Additionally, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear my mother’s ring every day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy, as I attend Cornell University. As I pursue my education at this prestigious university, I will pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice activism dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective on police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for increased police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “Your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As a student at Cornell University, I’ve found that its community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my peers through public speaking events and articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, as a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. I will take steps to alleviate the horrors Exoneree Jacob once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder from solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man resembling my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story changed my heart. However, my passion growing its roots had remained obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation Ethiopian American, I struggled to belong in a predominantly white neighborhood. My appearance separated me from my peers; my stutter caused me to be silent, and my peers made me aware of my insufficiencies. My sweet mother, an immigrant from Ethiopia, understood my sentiments far too well. Becoming a Protestant in an Anti-Protestant Ethiopian society, she grappled to find belonging in a place she once called home. Her father threatened to kill her for her convertion. Then, she rooted herself on American soil, using the mere $500 that she saved. “Tell me it again!” I exclaimed, as my ten-year-old eyes twinkled at my mother. Watching her knead dough in her hands, I felt my ears tingle in anticipation. She chuckled: “Okay, my love,” her head shaking slightly as her small nose scrunched up in laughter. As she repeated her story, she added yeast to the dough and put it aside. Though she began to repeat her story, my wandering eyes watched as the dough enlargened. “How come the dough is getting bigger?” I asked, puzzled at the sight. She held a grain of yeast between two fingers. “This is yeast. Though it’s small, its impact is substantial. One small amount can transform flat into fluffy bread!” Her eyes squinted suddenly, her face becoming serious. She said, “Though you may think you are small, you can change the world, just like this small yeast grain did.” As these feelings fostered, I desired to transform solitariness into acceptance. Becoming Co-President of IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through a club centered around service. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven. The seeds of advocacy had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of my junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my father in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Taking my first steps onto Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of Compass, I build a community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School. Through the baking club, I show them the same yeast metaphor that my mom showed me: they can make a difference. I encourage youth impacted by gang violence to attend college through STRONG Youth. This summer, I will be interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office as I gain experience within the legal field. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “Everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a lawyer. As I continue on from Cornell University to law school, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors Exoneree Jacob once experienced and advocate for rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder from solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man resembling my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story changed my heart. However, my passion growing its roots had remained obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation Ethiopian American, I struggled to belong in a predominantly white neighborhood. My appearance separated me from my peers; my stutter caused me to be silent, and my peers made me aware of my insufficiencies. My sweet mother, an immigrant from Ethiopia, understood my sentiments far too well. Becoming a Protestant in an Anti-Protestant Ethiopian society, she grappled to find belonging in a place she once called home. Her father threatened to kill her for her convertion. Then, she rooted herself on American soil, using the mere $500 that she saved. “Tell me it again!” I exclaimed, as my ten-year-old eyes twinkled at my mother. Watching her knead dough in her hands, I felt my ears tingle in anticipation. She chuckled: “Okay, my love,” her head shaking slightly as her small nose scrunched up in laughter. As she repeated her story, she added yeast to the dough and put it aside. Though she began to repeat her story, my wandering eyes watched as the dough enlargened. “How come the dough is getting bigger?” I asked, puzzled at the sight. She held a grain of yeast between two fingers. “This is yeast. Though it’s small, its impact is substantial. One small amount can transform flat into fluffy bread!” Her eyes squinted suddenly, her face becoming serious. She said, “Though you may think you are small, you can change the world, just like this small yeast grain did.” As these feelings fostered, I desired to transform solitariness into acceptance. Becoming Co-President of IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through a club centered around service. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven. The seeds of advocacy had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of my junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my father in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Taking my first steps onto Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of Compass, I build a community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School. Through the baking club, I show them the same yeast metaphor that my mom showed me: they can make a difference. I encourage youth impacted by gang violence to attend college through STRONG Youth. This summer, I will be interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office as I gain experience within the legal field. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “Everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a lawyer. As I continue on from Cornell University to law school, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors Exoneree Jacob once experienced and advocate for rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder from solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man resembling my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story changed my heart. However, my passion growing its roots had remained obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation Ethiopian American, I struggled to belong in a predominantly white neighborhood. My appearance separated me from my peers; my stutter caused me to be silent, and my peers made me aware of my insufficiencies. My sweet mother, an immigrant from Ethiopia, understood my sentiments far too well. Becoming a Protestant in an Anti-Protestant Ethiopian society, she grappled to find belonging in a place she once called home. Her father threatened to kill her for her convertion. Then, she rooted herself on American soil, using the mere $500 that she saved. “Tell me it again!” I exclaimed, as my ten-year-old eyes twinkled at my mother. Watching her knead dough in her hands, I felt my ears tingle in anticipation. She chuckled: “Okay, my love,” her head shaking slightly as her small nose scrunched up in laughter. As she repeated her story, she added yeast to the dough and put it aside. Though she began to repeat her story, my wandering eyes watched as the dough enlargened. “How come the dough is getting bigger?” I asked, puzzled at the sight. She held a grain of yeast between two fingers. “This is yeast. Though it’s small, its impact is substantial. One small amount can transform flat into fluffy bread!” Her eyes squinted suddenly, her face becoming serious. She said, “Though you may think you are small, you can change the world, just like this small yeast grain did.” As these feelings fostered, I desired to transform solitariness into acceptance. Becoming Co-President of IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through a club centered around service. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven. The seeds of advocacy had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of my junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my father in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Taking my first steps onto Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of Compass, I build a community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School. Through the baking club, I show them the same yeast metaphor that my mom showed me: they can make a difference. I encourage youth impacted by gang violence to attend college through STRONG Youth. This summer, I will be interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office as I gain experience within the legal field. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “Everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a lawyer. As I continue on from Cornell University to law school, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors Exoneree Jacob once experienced and advocate for rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder from solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation Ethiopian American, I struggled to belong in a predominantly white neighborhood. My appearance separated me from my peers; my slight stutter caused me to be silent. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. My sweet mother, an immigrant from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, understood my sentiments far too well. As she became a Protestant in an Anti-Protestant Ethiopian society, my mother grappled to find belonging in a place that was once her home. Her own father threatened to kill her for betraying her family and country. She then took her feet off the boat of stability and onto the waves of the unknown as she flew to America. She rooted herself in American soil, using the mere 500 dollars that she was able to save. Working endless hours at a hotel, she slowly built up a livelihood. Her commendable act of converting to Christianity in Ethiopia paved the way for me to pursue my academic endeavors in America. “Tell me the story again!” I exclaimed, as my ten-year-old eyes twinkled at my mother. Watching my mother twist and knead the dough of bread in her hands, I felt my ears tingle in admiration and anticipation. My mother chuckled: “Okay, my love,” her head shaking slightly as her small nose scrunched up in laughter. As she repeated her story, her hands moved from the dough to a pack of yeast. Adding yeast, my mother closed off the dough and put it aside. Though she began to repeat her story, my wandering eyes watched as the dough enlargened. “Mommy, how come the dough is getting bigger?” I asked, puzzled at the sight. She grabbed the pack of yeast and held a tiny grain of yeast between two fingers. “This is yeast. Though it’s small, its impact is substantial. One small amount of yeast can transform flat, unleavened bread into fluffy bread!” Suddenly, her eyes squinted, her face becoming serious. Grabbing my hand, she said, “Don’t be discouraged because of your stutter and your color. Just because you may think you are small, you can change the world, just like this small yeast grain did.” Her encouragement sprouted real hope within me. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to transform solitariness into acceptance. Becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through a club centered around service. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother and father in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Within my remaining years of high school, I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks and helped publish a book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." I helped hire a new youth violence prevention manager in Aurora and advocated for increasing police training against brutality. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of the organization Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through the baking club, I illustrate to them the same yeast metaphor that my mom showed me: they can make a difference. Beyond the Arts Quad, I took part in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. This summer, I will be interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office under lawyer Andrea Duby as I gain experience within the legal field. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “Your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I continue on from Cornell University to law school, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors Exoneree Jacob once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation. Lastly, my family’s financial situation has changed dramatically. Beginning February 1st, 2020, my mother has been unemployed due to the pandemic and other health concerns. My father is a bus technician for Denver Public Schools and is the only source of income for our family of five. With five dependents, my father works overtime and is unable to sufficiently provide for the family. Our financial situation has worsened, as my mother recently received emergency surgery on April 2nd, 2023. We remained in the hospital for many nights, and I flew home to take care of my mother and family. Thus, I have the greatest gratitude for the consideration of my application.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder from solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation Ethiopian American, I struggled to belong in a predominantly white neighborhood. My appearance separated me from my peers; my slight stutter caused me to be silent. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. My sweet mother, an immigrant from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, understood my sentiments far too well. As she became a Protestant in an Anti-Protestant Ethiopian society, my mother grappled to find belonging in a place that was once her home. Her own father threatened to kill her for betraying her family and country. She then took her feet off the boat of stability and onto the waves of the unknown as she flew to America. She rooted herself in American soil, using the mere 500 dollars that she was able to save. Working endless hours at a hotel, she slowly built up a livelihood. Her commendable act of converting to Christianity in Ethiopia paved the way for me to pursue my academic endeavors in America. “Tell me the story again!” I exclaimed, as my ten-year-old eyes twinkled at my mother. Watching my mother twist and knead the dough of bread in her hands, I felt my ears tingle in admiration and anticipation. My mother chuckled: “Okay, my love,” her head shaking slightly as her small nose scrunched up in laughter. As she repeated her story, her hands moved from the dough to a pack of yeast. Adding yeast, my mother closed off the dough and put it aside. Though she began to repeat her story, my wandering eyes watched as the dough enlargened. “Mommy, how come the dough is getting bigger?” I asked, puzzled at the sight. She grabbed the pack of yeast and held a tiny grain of yeast between two fingers. “This is yeast. Though it’s small, its impact is substantial. One small amount of yeast can transform flat, unleavened bread into fluffy bread!” Suddenly, her eyes squinted, her face becoming serious. Grabbing my hand, she said, “Don’t be discouraged because of your stutter and your color. Just because you may think you are small, you can change the world, just like this small yeast grain did.” Her encouragement sprouted real hope within me. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to transform solitariness into acceptance. Becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through a club centered around service. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother and father in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Within my remaining years of high school, I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks and helped publish a book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." I helped hire a new youth violence prevention manager in Aurora and advocated for increasing police training against brutality. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of the organization Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Through the baking club, I illustrate to them the same yeast metaphor that my mom showed me: they can make a difference. Beyond the Arts Quad, I took part in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. This summer, I will be interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office under lawyer Andrea Duby as I gain experience within the legal field. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “Your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I continue on from Cornell University to law school, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors Exoneree Jacob once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation. Lastly, my family’s financial situation has changed dramatically. Beginning February 1st, 2020, my mother has been unemployed due to the pandemic and other health concerns. My father is a bus technician for Denver Public Schools and is the only source of income for our family of five. With five dependents, my father works overtime and is unable to sufficiently provide for the family. Our financial situation has worsened, as my mother recently received emergency surgery on April 2nd, 2023. We remained in the hospital for many nights, and I flew home to take care of my mother and family. Thus, I have the greatest gratitude for the consideration of my application.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder from solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of Exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable that he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I could not grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation Ethiopian American, I struggled to belong in a predominantly white neighborhood. My appearance separated me from my peers; my slight stutter caused me to be silent. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to transform solitariness into acceptance. Becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through a club centered around service. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother and father in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Within my remaining years of high school, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson's police force and gained their perspective on police brutality. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Moreover, I created educational TikToks, reaching over 15,000 lives. I helped publish our first book, “First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth”. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Taking my first steps on Cornell University’s campus, an overwhelming feeling of insignificance washed over me. However, I cultivated these feelings into action. As an officer of the organization Compass, I aim to build an uplifting community for at-risk youth impacted by the criminal justice system at George Junior Republic School via after-school clubs. Beyond the Arts Quad, I took part in a program hosted by STRONG Youth; I encouraged youth impacted by gang and gun violence to attend college. Within the Prison Reform Education Project, I read and collected letters written by inmates and published them to the Cornell community to spread awareness of the criminal justice system’s horrors. This summer, I will be interning at the Aurora Municipal Public Defender’s Office under lawyer Andrea Duby as I gain experience within the legal field. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “Your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I continue on from Cornell University to law school, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors Exoneree Jacob once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1998. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story for the first time, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her glowing brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to teach and lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibility of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. Hearing of my work in Aurora, Colorado, a Minneapolis pastor asked, “Due to your church service, are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to sing and teach to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight to Minnesota, the same uncertainties my mother had on her way to America permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught them of their value and strength in Jesus. Through twelve hours of service, the roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Invigorated, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Moreover, I created educational Tiktoks, which reached over 15,000 lives. I helped publish our first book, “First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth”. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage, and hardships, that it carries. Learning from my mother’s dependability, service, and bravery, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am accepted and enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. After realizing the detrimental impacts of the injustices that my mother faced, I dream to become a lawyer and advocate for those who are silenced. Thus, I will major in Government (Political Science) and minor in Crime, Prisons, Education, and Justice. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors my mother once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1998. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college with integrity. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our dimly lit kitchen. “Love,” she says in her tender voice, “I want to give you this.” My 10-year-old eyes widened as she bestowed her ring. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to teach and lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibility of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. A Minneapolis pastor asked, “Due to your church service, I must ask, are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to sing and teach to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight to Minnesota, the same uncertainties my mother had on her way to America permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught them of their value and strength in Jesus. Through twelve hours of service, the roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective on police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am accepted and enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of integrity I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience and education, I seek to become a lawyer. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. An abandoned teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his adverse story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. The Ethiopian accent I inhibited induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice activism dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective on police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As a student at Cornell University, I’ve found that its community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my peers through public speaking events and articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, as a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. I will take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her dazzling ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader. spoke at webinars that provided systemic racism solutions, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her dazzling ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her swollen eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader. spoke at webinars that provided systemic racism solutions, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her dazzling ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader. spoke at webinars that provided systemic racism solutions, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only am I pursuing my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and articles. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice activism dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective on police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars that provided systemic racism solutions, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As a student at Cornell University, I’ve found that its community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my peers through public speaking events and articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, as a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. I will take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Moreover, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy. I joined the Prison Reform and Education Project, which enables me to educate my peers through public speaking events and articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, as a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free,fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I listened, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to do what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I will join the Prison Reform and Education Project, which would enable me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I believe all inmates should have access to education. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free,fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I listened, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to do what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I will join the Prison Reform and Education Project, which would enable me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I believe all inmates should have access to education. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free,fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I listened, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to do what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I will join the Prison Reform and Education Project, which would enable me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I believe all inmates should have access to education. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free,fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I listened, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to do what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I will join the Prison Reform and Education Project, which would enable me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I believe all inmates should have access to education. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of intrepidity tug on my heart. Though I was confronted by my disqualifications, I taught and led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. I helped others experience the freedom of worship, something my mother had longed for. As my mother’s bravery, dependability, and leadership influenced my actions, I hoped to carry forward this impact into other children’s lives as I poured into service for hours every week. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. After hearing about my effective work at the church, a Minneapolis pastor asked, “Are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to sing and teach to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight to Minnesota, the same uncertainties my mother had on her way to America permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught them of their value and strength in Jesus. Through twelve hours of service, the roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I longed to improve relations between police officers and the Black community. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Further, I will pass on my mother’s baton of bravery to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. As Co-Marketing Leader of the Justice Education Project, I spoke at webinars and transcribed interviews placed in our criminal justice book to spread knowledge. Hence, I would love to join the Prison Reform and Education Project. PREP would allow me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I believe all inmates should have access to education. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free,fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I listened, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I felt a burst of passion to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue to do what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. I will join the Prison Reform and Education Project, which would enable me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I believe all inmates should have access to education. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college and became a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside our dimly lit kitchen. “Love,” she says in her tender voice, “I want to give you this.” My 10-year-old eyes widened as she bestowed her ring. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to teach and lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibility of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. A Minneapolis pastor asked, “Due to your church service, I must ask, are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to sing and teach to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight to Minnesota, the same uncertainties my mother had on her way to America permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught of their value and strength in Jesus. Within twelve hours, the roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team. I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team to improve relations between officers and the Black community. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear my mother's ring each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by anxiety's barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live here?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came here.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Further, I will pass on my mother’s baton of bravery to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college and fufilled her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. During my sophomore year of high school, I decided to take a leap of faith: I joined my school's Speech and Debate team. Though timid, I gained valuable skills that slowly erased my fear of public speaking. I won numerous Original Oratory awards and competed at 8 different Speech and Debate locations. This, when asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism as I utilized the skills I learned from Speech and Debate. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with police officers about police brutality. I met with the Aurora mayor, and I voiced my concerns to the Arapahoe District Attorney about necessary criminal justice reform and was interviewed by my city about Youth Violence. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

At Cornell University, I will continue what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. As Co-Marketing Leader of the Justice Education Project, I spoke at webinars and transcribed interviews placed in our criminal justice book to spread knowledge. Hence, I would love to join the Prison Reform and Education Project. PREP would allow me to educate my fellow peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I believe all inmates should have access to education. As a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer and a UN Ambassador as I become a voice for those silenced. Though I have many prodigious ambitions, they are limited by my family’s financial situation. My mother’s profession is specialized in Healthcare; however, she is immunocompromised and has been unemployed due to health concerns since February 1st, 2020. Now, all the financial burden has been placed upon my father, who is a bus technician. With a family of five, my father must work overtime and we have had to utilize our savings. Furthermore, my brother also attends Cornell University; thus, my father will have the additional costs of paying for two children’s education while being responsible for three other dependents. I am enrolled in my high school’s reduced lunch program to pay for many expenses. I have the utmost gratitude for Bold.org's consideration of my application and will profoundly appreciate their financial assistance.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys about the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. I applied to Cornell University because it will open the pathway for me to not only empthaize with those oppressed, but it will also allow me to take actions and make a tangible difference in the systems that we live in. Thus, I will pursue the Government and Political Science major and the Crime, Prisons, Education, and Justice minor at Cornell University. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of intrepidity tug on my heart. Though I was confronted by my disqualifications, I taught and led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. As my mother’s bravery influenced my actions, I will carry forward this impact into other children’s lives as I poured into service for hours every week. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. After hearing about my work, a Minneapolis pastor asked, “Are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to sing and teach to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight to Minnesota, the same uncertainties my mother had on her way to America permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught them of their value in Jesus. Through twelve hours of service, the roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and advocated for an increase in police training. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth." Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I attend Cornell University. Further, I will pass on my mother’s baton of bravery to all whom I meet. At Cornell University, I will continue what I’m currently doing now: creating tangible change through a mosaic of activities. Cornell University's community-oriented programs will enlighten my pathway to law school, as they provide innovative methods of advocacy and intellect. Hence, I will join the Prison Reform and Education Project. Here, I would educate my peers through public speaking events and writing articles, promoting essential skills to become a lawyer. Furthermore, as a Teaching Assistant in the Cornell Prison Education Program, I will equip inmates with the skills needed to reenter the workforce through rehabilitation. With my experience, I seek to become a lawyer as I become a voice for those silenced. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life. Though I have many prodigious ambitions, they are limited by my family’s financial situation. My mother’s profession is specialized in Healthcare; however, she is immunocompromised and has been unemployed due to health concerns. Now, all the financial burden has been placed upon my father, who is a bus technician. With a family of five, my father must work overtime and we have had to utilize our savings. Furthermore, my brother also attends Cornell University; thus, my father will have the additional costs of paying for two children’s education while being responsible for three other dependents.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My newlywed, sweet mother poses in simple attire; her ring shimmers as the sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she achieved her dream of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught over 15,000 youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Additionally, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". Furthermore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with police officers about police brutality. I met with Mayor Coffman and voiced my concerns to the Arapahoe District Attorney about necessary criminal justice reform. With city leaders, I helped hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Program in an 8-hour process. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am accepted and enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s friendship and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I heard these words: “Love is sacrifice. Do good for others.” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As George Floyd's death profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout America, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching others criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. Furthermore, I helped my city hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth through planned Townhall meetings and videos. With the Justice Education Project, I created educational TikTok videos which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between my peers and our nation's protectors as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time. A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, my mother faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. With over 600 hours of service, I became a prominent voice at my church; the youth group grew from 5 to 25 members under my provision. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s bravery and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted by anxiety’s barriers; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder. Listening to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion developing its roots in my heart had remained obscure in the parched soil. As a first-generation Ethiopian American female, I struggled to understand racism and sexism in the classroom. Learning American history, I couldn't help but notice a master narrative threaded throughout the curriculum; my vulnerable classmates and I were fed single-sided stories about America's elitist history. Without learning about the multifarious sides of history, we consumed an unrealistic narrative that altered our identities. Thus, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about racism and the efforts they took to decrease it. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and expressed my beliefs about educating youth about racism and sexism in classrooms. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where our goal is to educate youth about the United States’ multifaceted history and future. I educated 15,000 people about sexism and the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Furthermore, I helped publish our book “First Steps Into The Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth.” I exuberantly educated youth about the Critical Race Theory and the presence of sexism in the US. At Cornell University, I plan to utilize the institution's resources to redefine the perception of historical racism and sexism for future generations. The Professors within Cornell University’s Government Department and I share a unique approach to reforms in the education system: an unwavering directness for youth pedagogy. I will relish working with former Defense Attorney Joe Margulies in his “Jim Crow and Exclusion Era in America” course to learn about the miscellaneous aspects of history that weren't taught in classrooms. Further, I find Cornell alumna and former Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s efforts in the Supreme Court quite riveting. As she co-founded the Women’s Rights Project and advocated in cases to demolish gender discrimination, I am inspired to emulate her legacy. Through the Cornell in Washington Program, I will advocate in Congress for the Critical Race Theory and the presence of sexism to be taught in future classes. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success ...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a voice for the vulnerable. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for systemic reforms that will transform the future of the American education system.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s leadership and endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team; I gained their perspective about police brutality. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am accepted and enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My newlywed, sweet mother poses in simple attire; her ring shimmers as the sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she achieved her dream of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught over 15,000 youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Additionally, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". Furthermore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with police officers about police brutality, youth violence, and the abuse of substances in the United States. I met with Mayor Mike Coffman and voiced my concerns to the Arapahoe District Attorney about necessary criminal justice reform. Through active reform, tangible change can occur. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s endurance have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. As I learn about injustices at Cornell University, I hope to utilize my foreknowledge to further alter America's Substance Use Disorder and police brutality. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My newlywed mother poses in simple attire; her new ring shimmers in the searing sun. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. Fleeing to America, she tearfully pondered her circumstances: “Why am I facing such immense injustice?” Fear grasped her mind; she quickly realized that she was all alone. However, on American soil, she transformed crippling fear into powerful exertion by simultaneously learning English while in community college. As she raised two headstrong toddlers, she courageously accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our dimly lit kitchen. “Love,” she says in her tender voice, “I want to give you this.” My 10-year-old eyes widened as she bestowed her ring. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” While hearing her story, my timid ears tingled with fascination; yet, diffidence continued to stifle my outpour of bravery. I pursued silence while cultivating solitude as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother had formed?” Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to teach and lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibilities of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. A Minneapolis pastor asked, “Due to your church service, I must ask, are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to sing and teach to 160 kids?” I looked at my mother for reassurance; her copper-colored eyes told of the unjust burdens she once carried. I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On my flight to Minnesota, the same uncertainties my mother had on her way to America permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught them of their value and strength in Jesus. Through twelve hours of service, the roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. A new passion bloomed within me; I finally realized that it was necessary to go and make disciples everywhere I am. I would love to go back to my Ethiopian heritage roots and pour life into the youth who are hurting. Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My newlywed, sweet mother poses in simple attire; her ring shimmers as the sun radiates upon her calm face. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she achieved her dream of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught over 15,000 youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Additionally, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". Furthermore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with police officers about police brutality. I met with the Aurora mayor and voiced my concerns to the Arapahoe District Attorney about necessary criminal justice reform. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am accepted and enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys about the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder. Listening to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion developing its roots in my heart had remained obscure in the parched soil. As a first-generation Ethiopian American female, I struggled to understand racism and sexism in the classroom. Learning American history, I couldn't help but notice a master narrative threaded throughout the curriculum; my vulnerable classmates and I were fed single-sided stories about America's elitist history. Without learning about the multifarious sides of history, we consumed an unrealistic narrative that altered our identities. Thus, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about racism and the efforts they took to decrease it. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and expressed my beliefs about educating youth about racism and sexism in classrooms. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where our goal is to educate youth about the United States’ multifaceted history and future. I educated 15,000 people about sexism and the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Furthermore, I helped publish our book “First Steps Into The Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth.” I exuberantly educated youth about the Critical Race Theory and the presence of sexism in the US. At Cornell University, I plan to utilize the institution's resources to redefine the perception of historical racism and sexism for future generations. The Professors within Cornell University’s Government Department and I share a unique approach to reforms in the education system: an unwavering directness for youth pedagogy. I will relish working with former Defense Attorney Joe Margulies in his “Jim Crow and Exclusion Era in America” course to learn about the miscellaneous aspects of history that weren't taught in classrooms. Further, I find Cornell alumna and former Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s efforts in the Supreme Court quite riveting. As she co-founded the Women’s Rights Project and advocated in cases to demolish gender discrimination, I am inspired to emulate her legacy. Through the Cornell in Washington Program, I will advocate in Congress for the Critical Race Theory and the presence of sexism to be taught in future classes. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success ...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a voice for the vulnerable. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for systemic reforms that will transform the future of the American education system.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder. Listening to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion developing its roots in my heart had remained obscure in the parched soil. As a first-generation Ethiopian American female, I struggled to understand racism and sexism in the classroom. Learning American history, I couldn't help but notice a master narrative threaded throughout the curriculum; my vulnerable classmates and I were fed single-sided stories about America's elitist history. Without learning about the multifarious sides of history, we consumed an unrealistic narrative that altered our identities. Thus, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Police Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about racism and the efforts they took to decrease it. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with Mayor Coffman and expressed my beliefs about educating youth about racism and sexism in classrooms. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where our goal is to educate youth about the United States’ multifaceted history and future. I educated 15,000 people about sexism and the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Furthermore, I helped publish our book “First Steps Into The Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth.” I exuberantly educated youth about the Critical Race Theory and the presence of sexism in the US. At Cornell University, I plan to utilize the institution's resources to redefine the perception of historical racism and sexism for future generations. The Professors within Cornell University’s Government Department and I share a unique approach to reforms in the education system: an unwavering directness for youth pedagogy. I will relish working with former Defense Attorney Joe Margulies in his “Jim Crow and Exclusion Era in America” course to learn about the miscellaneous aspects of history that weren't taught in classrooms. Further, I find Cornell alumna and former Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s efforts in the Supreme Court quite riveting. As she co-founded the Women’s Rights Project and advocated in cases to demolish gender discrimination, I am inspired to emulate her legacy. Through the Cornell in Washington Program, I will advocate in Congress for the Critical Race Theory and the presence of sexism to be taught in future classes. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success ...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream of becoming a voice for the vulnerable. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for systemic reforms that will transform the future of the American education system.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am accepted and enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will I pursue my education at this prestigious university, but I will also pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearance separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credence, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I am accepted and enrolled at the prestigious Cornell University, I will take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced and steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation. A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1998. My newlywed mother poses in simple attire; her new ring shimmers in the searing sun. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to America, fear gripped her mind. However, as she stepped onto American soil, determination implanted within her. Though struggling to learn English, she became a nurse. Sixteen years afterward, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. She sits me down inside our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I explored my range of courage. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. I became the Co-Marketing Leader, spoke at webinars, and helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. Encouraged by her strong will to continue her education, I desired to continue her legacy in my life, as I am accepted and enrolled in Cornell University. Not only will Rita’s First-Gen Scholarship enable me to pursue my education at this prestigious university, but it will also me to pass on the baton of bravery I received from my mother to all whom I meet. I am no longer restricted by the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys about the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As a member of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I attend Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". By attending Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between youth and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". By attending Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between youth and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. As part of the Justice Education Project, I empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". By attending Cornell University, I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. With over 200 hours of community service, I finally felt as though the cultivated feelings of solitude had beneficially impacted my life; I passed the baton of hope and perseverance through the 21,000 lives I influenced. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys about the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I learn about injustices at Cornell University during the 2022-2023 school year, I hope to utilize my foreknowledge to further alter the US. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. With over 200 hours of community service, I finally felt as though the cultivated feelings of solitude had beneficially impacted my life; I passed the baton of hope and perseverance through the 21,000 lives I influenced. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys about the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1998. My newlywed, sweet mother poses in simple attire; her new ring shimmers in the searing sun. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught over 15,000 youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Additionally, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". Furthermore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with police officers about police brutality. I met with the Aurora mayor and voiced my concerns to the Arapahoe District Attorney about necessary criminal justice reform. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. As I learn about injustices at Cornell University, I hope to utilize my foreknowledge to further alter the US. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. It transports me to Ethiopia. My mother became a Christian in an anti-Protestant society and faced injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned, she was left with a ring and $500. While fleeing, her fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” However, she raised two babies and became a nurse. She took the carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a diamond. Sixteen years later, it's 2014 in Colorado. She sits me down and my 10 year-old-eyes widened as she took the ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came here.” Gazing at her, I saw courage flicker within her eyes. I wondered: “Can I mirror the tenacity she formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my stutter hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within me. Wearing the ring, I explored my range of courage. When asked to teach at my church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. As my mother’s bravery influenced me, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into more leadership roles. Awakened, I educated others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars and helped publish our book. As I wear the ring, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s endurance sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am not restricted to anxiety; my courage will write its own narrative.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. As I listened to exoneree Jacob, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered as I saw a man who resembled my father. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story touched my heart. However, the passion growing its roots within remained hidden in the parched soil. As Ethiopian-American, I didn't feel belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. My appearances separated me; my language barrier made me mute. As these feelings fostered, I manipulated solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I diminished the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around unity. Under my leadership, it grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. Suddenly, George Floyd's death rewatered the soil within. Seeing my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team and gained perspectives about police brutality. In an interview, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with my mayor and expressed my beliefs about an increase in police training. I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Exoneree Jacobs said, “your success and accomplishments...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys the subunits within the justice system. Though, without financial freedom, I am unable to pursue advocacy, law, and community service within my community. Financial freedom is the ability to seek out one's passions effectively. With efficient financial management, I am able to pursue these passions successfully. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic sophomore year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about law, police brutality, and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process. Unknowingly, as I learned of the importance of preventing violence and maintaining peace, a passion for law germinated within. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the non-profit, youth-led organization, The Justice Education Project; I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. By embedding previous Supreme Court case studies within my videos, I reminded the youth to reflect upon the laws that have shaped our nation and to utilize the privileges we now have to advocate for additional impacts. I planned and hosted virtual webinars that utilize public speaking skills, and I recruited prospective members through interviews. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book “First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth”. I transcribed interviews with professors and exonerees and marketed our book by reaching out to established publishers and bloggers. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy for law transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. Through her, I watched a homicide trial in a courtroom and visualized how the laws that are foundational to society are vital and work in real-life situations. As I envisioned the homicide trial uncoil, the seeds of advocacy and the passion for law blossomed into a fruitful structure. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1998. My newlywed mother poses in simple attire; her new ring shimmers in the searing sun. Despite her peaceful facade, she fretted as her enraged father strived to kill her for becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500 dollars. Fleeing to America, she tearfully pondered her circumstances: “Why am I facing such immense injustice?” Fear grasped her mind; she quickly realized that she was all alone. However, on American soil, she transformed crippling fear into powerful exertion by simultaneously learning English while in community college. Raising two headstrong toddlers, she courageously accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. Sixteen years later, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our dimly lit kitchen. “Love,” she says, “I want to give you this.” My 10-year-old eyes widened as she bestowed her ring. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” While hearing her story, my timid ears tingled with fascination; yet, diffidence continued to stifle my outpour of bravery. I pursued silence while cultivating solitude as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother had formed?” Despite my impediments, the curiosity within me evolved into alacrity while wearing her ring. When asked to lead worship at my local church, I felt the possibilities of intrepidity tug on my heart. I led worship for three years and allowed the roots of determination to embed within me. Yet, little did I know that the biggest test of courage was soon to come. The chilly darkness began to spill over the blazing sky as my mother handed me her ringing phone. A Minneapolis pastor asked, “Due to your church service, I must ask, are you willing to fly to Minneapolis to sing and teach to 160 kids?” I remembered her hardships. I remembered the ring. I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head; unknowingly, seeds of courage implanted within my heart. On the flight, the same uncertainties my mother had permeated my mind: “Am I qualified enough?” I squeezed my mother’s hand and gazed at the ring, its band so pure I could see my reflection. On Minnesota soil, I planted seeds of faith among the youth and taught them of their value and strength in Jesus. Through twelve hours of service, the roots of courage transformed into stems of bravery as my apprehension dissipated. Invigorated, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with police officers about police brutality. I met with the Aurora mayor, and I voiced my concerns to the Arapahoe District Attorney about necessary criminal justice reform. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. Just as my mother’s ring turned from coal into an indestructible diamond through pressurization, the seeds of courage have fully blossomed within all facets of my life. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its narrative for the rest of my life.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys about the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia, 1999. My mother became a Christian in an anti-Protestant society; she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned, she was left with a ring and a visa. While fleeing, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

As the death of George Floyd profoundly illuminated the rise in police brutality throughout the United States, my passion for criminal justice rose as well. While watching my peers accuse and criticize police officers, I aspired to gain their perspectives on these issues and make tangible change within my community. Therefore, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I brought the cries of my peers to the ears of police Chief Wilson and her team. Interviewed by the city of Aurora, I voiced the importance of giving youth an outlet to share their beliefs and the necessity of stopping youth violence. As the video reached over 6,000 views, I realized the extent to which my actions can cause impacts. Thus, I explored my horizons of activism as I recruited members for the organization, spoke at the Aurora Police Department booth for the Juneteenth event, and discussed with Senior Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith about the necessary reform in the criminal justice system. In addition, I helped the city of Aurora hire the new Youth Violence Prevention Manager in an 8-hour interview process and worked to equip youth with an adequate understanding of their rights through planned Townhall meetings and videos. I am also a member of the Justice Education Project, where our mission is to empower and educate Generation Z to advocate against the unjust policies and inequalities in the United States criminal justice system. I created educational TikTok videos, which collectively reached over 15,000 views. Promoted as Marketing Leader, I took the initiative to help publish the book "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". I hope to become a mediator between those around me and the protectors of my city as I make an influence in my community, one heart at a time.

A victim of the school-to-prison pipeline. A teenager beaten by prison guards. A man with post-traumatic stress disorder due to solitary confinement. As I listened to the heartwrenching words of exoneree Andre Jacob’s testimony, I felt the depth of every syllable he uttered. Seeing a man who resembled my father, I couldn’t grasp the reality in which he unfolded. The tears welling up in my eyes watered the sprouting passion for criminal justice within me as his story took hold of my heart. However, the passion growing its roots in my heart had remained hidden and obscure in the parched soil. Growing up as a first-generation American of Ethiopian descent, I struggled to feel a sense of belonging in a predominantly white neighborhood. I felt the pressures of estrangement stimulate solitude. My appearances separated me from my peers; my language barrier caused me to remain mute. My Ethiopian accent induced me to pronounce English words incorrectly, and my peers ensured I was aware of my insufficiencies. As these feelings fostered within my heart, I desired to manipulate solitariness into acceptance. By becoming the Co-President of the IB Minority Club, I strived to diminish the feelings I once carried through an embracing club centered around service and unity. Under my leadership, the club grew from five members to forty-seven as others enjoyed inclusion. The seeds of advocacy for the suppressed in society had developed within me. Suddenly, at the end of a hectic junior year, the death of George Floyd rewatered the withered soil within me. As I saw my brother, my father, and my peers in his dying eyes, my soul burst with compassion; the roots of criminal justice dispersed within me. Emboldened by my passion, I joined the Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview with the city of Aurora, I voiced my credences, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the mayor of Aurora and stood up for my beliefs by advocating for an increase in police training. Moreover, I joined the Justice Education Project, where I educated 15,000 people about the criminal justice system through educational TikToks. Slowly, the seeds of advocacy transformed into a stem of leadership as I longed to become a lawyer. Furthermore, I connected with Chief Deputy District Attorney Victoria Klingensmith, who illustrated the inner workings of the criminal justice system to me. She allowed me to watch a homicide trial in a courtroom; I discussed with different attorneys about the subunits within the justice system. Exoneree Andre Jacobs once said, “your success and everything you accomplish in your life...will start in your own heart.” The seeds of advocacy have woven their way through my life; I dream to become a lawyer, defender, and judge. I aspire to have a Government major and a Crime, Prison, Justice, and Education minor at Cornell University and eventually go to law school. I would utilize my expertise in this field to make a positive impact within my community, nation, and the globe. As I take steps to alleviate the horrors exoneree Jacob's once experienced, I will steadfastly advocate for reform and rehabilitation.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and 500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in America?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring. However, as she took steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother completed community college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the rough carbon rock in her way and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker within her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother formed?” Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years as my heart for children expanded. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I desired to pass the baton of these values into other children's lives. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. Awakened by my mother’s injustices, I desired to educate others about the austerities victims face. By joining the Justice Education Project, I taught youth the flaws in the criminal justice system. I became the Co-Marketing Leader and spoke at webinars that provided solutions to systemic racism. In addition, I helped publish our book, "First Steps Into Criminal Justice Activism: For Youth". As I wear the ring of my mother’s affliction each day, I am reminded of the igniting joy of courage it carries. The seeds of my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism have sprouted into a fruitful tree in me. I am no longer restricted to the barriers of anxiety; my newfound courage will write its own narrative for the rest of my life.

A simple gold wedding ring sits on my finger, but within its presence lies a vitalizing, multifaceted narrative. The ring transports me to Ethiopia: Addis Ababa, 1999. My sweet mother smiles; her new ring shimmers as the beaming sun radiates upon her calm face. Becoming a Christian in an anti-Protestant society, she faced immense injustices as her father strived to kill her. Disowned by her family, she was left with a ring, a visa, and $500. While fleeing to the land of the free, fear gripped her mind as she pondered her circumstances: “Am I qualified to live in a new land?” Tears escaped from her eyes as she examined the dimming ring on her finger. However, as she took her first steps onto American soil, determination implanted within her heart. Though struggling to learn English, my mother became a US citizen and completed college. While raising two headstrong babies, she accomplished her dreams of becoming a nurse. She took the coal given to her and transformed it into a gleaming diamond. She had finally accomplished the American dream. Sixteen years after her transition, it is now 2014 in Aurora, Colorado. My mother sits me down inside of our brightly-lit home. My 10 year-old-eyes widened as she pulled off the wedding ring from her finger and slid it onto mine. She whispered, “This is why I came to America.” As I heard her story, my ears tingled with fascination. Gazing at my mother, I saw courage flicker beyond her brown eyes. Looking down at the stunning ring, I wondered: “Can I mirror the courageous tenacity my mother had formed?”Frightened by this confrontation, I resorted to isolation as my slight stutter and Ethiopian accent hindered my speaking abilities. Unknowingly, the seeds of curiosity germinated within my heart. As I continued to wear my ring, I allowed myself to explore my range of courage. When asked to lead worship and teach bible studies at my local church, I felt the roots of dauntlessness tug on my heart. I taught and led worship for three years and helped others experience the freedom of worship. As my mother’s bravery, endurance, and tenacity influenced my actions, I hoped to carry forward this impact into other children’s lives as I poured into service. Energized, I stepped into leadership roles within my community. I joined the Aurora Police Department’s Chief’s Youth Advisory Team, where I communicated with Chief Wilson and her team. I gained their perspective about police brutality and the efforts they take to decrease its presence. In an interview, I voiced my beliefs, reaching 6,000 people nationwide. I met with the Aurora mayor and discussed my viewpoints with the Arapahoe District Attorney. As I learned from my mother’s dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism, I allowed the roots of these qualities to sprout into a fruitful tree in me. Though the seeds of these qualities were small, they grew as I impacted my nation; I sought to give back to the nation that has given me so much. Throughout my life, I will continue to reflect upon the ring that writes my own narrative.