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Female
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Reading
Painting and Studio Art
Drawing And Illustration
Writing
Music
Dance
Poetry
Fashion
Chemistry
Engineering
Graphic Design
Reading
Science Fiction
Romance
Adventure
Dystopia
Fantasy
Young Adult
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Elizabeth Hager
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Elizabeth Hager
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Hello! I am a Maryland high school senior who strives for success and happiness in my life. I wish to pursue a career in Architecture to fulfill my life goals of creating and designing.
I love uplifting those around me and surrounding myself with positive people. I am passionate about spreading mental health awareness and well-being. My hobbies include painting, drawing, music, poetry and dance. Creative arts is what truly drives me and I have a very deep passion for it as a dedicated art student.
At school, I am an honor rolls student with a 4.2 GPA. I am the president of the French Honors Society and the Secretary of Black Student Union. I am also a member of the National Honors Society and National Art Honors Society.
I am so excited to begin my college journey in learning more about myself and exploring what the world has to offer me!
Education
Eleanor Roosevelt High School
High SchoolGPA:
4
Miscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Master's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Architecture
Career
Dream career field:
Architecture & Planning
Dream career goals:
Creative Director
Service Aid (Summer Intern)
Prince George's County Maryland Government2018 – 20202 years
Sports
Step Team
Junior Varsity2017 – 20192 years
Cheerleading
Intramural2016 – 20171 year
Dancing
Club2015 – 20205 years
Research
Information Technology
Prince George's County Maryland Government — Research Intern2018 – 2020
Arts
C&C Dance Academy
Dance2015 – 2018Montpelier Arts Center
Visual ArtsArtists on the Rise Juried Teen Art Exhibition2020 – PresentTalent Hunt
Visual ArtsVirtual Stars2021 – PresentGreenbelt Student Art Exhibition
Visual Arts2017 – 2018Prince George's Community College
PaintingThrough the Looking Glass Student Art Exhibition2021 – 2021Creative Kids Camp
ActingHercules2016 – 2017
Public services
Volunteering
Football Game Concessions — Food packager and distributer2018 – 2019Volunteering
Lady Raiders Halloween Event — Painter, prop and poster maker2018 – 2018Volunteering
Black Student Union — Secretary2020 – 2021Volunteering
Dora Kennedy French Immersion — Summer Intern2017 – 2018
Future Interests
Volunteering
Philanthropy
Entrepreneurship
Bubba Wallace Live to Be Different Scholarship
Color fills up our lives like air. Just the same way we breathe in we perceive light as color and translate it into beautiful scenes we are gifted to witness everyday. As an artist, it is internally rewarding to be able to recreate these images on my own. Through creative emotion, I am able to transmit a message in a passionate language that cannot be truly understood through words. This is no easy task; I have to make sure everything is placed to perfection.
Placement is everything. A brush stroke too far in one direction could set me off track for a long time. One day, I noticed that my hands had started to slip. The clouds above were slowly darkening, and I feared the canvas in front of me would no longer be my comfort, but my downfall. As this fear gnawed at me, I raised my head and noticed the scenery around me was slowly changing and that and I was standing in the middle of a dark, thick forest. I had been walking for so long that I no longer recognized my surroundings. Why is it so dark out here? What happened to the sign I saw just a few minutes ago? When I found myself lost in this way, it was incredibly cumbersome to find the will to turn towards the right direction. Fear took over me and suddenly all the light had vanished from my eyes.
When I found myself walking off track, my colors were all out of place. The green was mixing in with the orange, the purple mixing in with the yellow. It was all a muddy mess I was scrambling to pull my shoes out of. Splatters of paint covered my hands and clothes, and suddenly I could not even remember what type of scene I was aiming to paint in the first place. I was slowly losing sight of where I began walking from as the fog grew thicker with every step I took. As I walked on, I started feeling a heavier weight on my mind than I did on my body. My headache pressure increased as the forest grew deeper and the trees grew taller. I was intently focused on where I placed my feet instead of where they were taking me. After all, placement is everything. I never seemed to look back to see what color my footprints left on the ground behind me.
Grounding myself became a skill I had to learn in order to breathe. As the air opened my lungs, I noticed the lush green on the trees above me. I heard a butterfly pass by my ears. I could smell the rain that had recently hydrated the nature around me. In this deep inspiration my fingers grazed the earth beneath my feet, I picked up my paintbrush, and I began to recreate the scene around me. I was reviving myself like the paints I added water to, swirling my brush around the color wells, and the color returned to my eyes and my skin. I am creating a radiant picture of all the good I can find around me.
This forest of was not trying to swallow me up whole. It was a reflection of the complexities I faced within myself. I was not supposed to escape it, I was supposed to explore it. Once my mind was exposed to new areas of perception and knowledge, new self-discoveries became available to me, helping me piece myself together with new colors. I was able to discover new realms of interest, reinvigorating my soul and challenging myself to locate a sense of identity and independence, diverging with my prior, self-contained tendencies. Growth could not occur until my comfort zone was eliminated, exceeding customary expectations I previously held for myself.
I can tug and pull at the edges of my soul, the same way I pick out my afro to make it bigger. My ego and identity can expand just the same, forming me into the successful and joyful woman I have always wanted to be. I have the power to change my life at any given moment, and I am prepared to make decisions that will lead me in the right direction, no matter how many times I have to paint over a scene again.
I realized that placement really isn’t everything. Neither is picking the right scene to paint. It's simply about how you paint it.