Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. Currently, I'm a senior in high school at Hillside High School, dual-enrolled at Durham Tech in the Teacher preparation pathway; my goal is to prepare and start to form skills that I will use in my future classroom and also gain as many credits as I can before enrolling into a 4-year university. In the fall I plan to pursue my bachelor's with a major in history, with a minor in African American studies, hopefully finishing within two years, and following up with a master's in Secondary Education to teach high school social studies. From the grades 9th–12th, I have lived separately from both my parents, funding most of my education myself. I bought my college textbooks and school supplies and paid for club dues, graduation materials, etc on my own. To support my education and well-being, I run a small baking business, selling treats to my peers at school while also working a part-time job. While managing my education, I’ve suffered greatly from mental health barriers and unstable living conditions. I’ve been kicked out, switched schools mid-semester, and been admitted to psychiatric hospitals, just to name a few struggles. My home life has prevented me from succeeding as much as I know I’m capable of. My transcript has shown my grades to range from semesters with all A's to semesters filled with B’s and C’s. Because of this, my GPA isn’t as high as I’d like it to be. My high school experience has been a rollercoaster of hardships. But despite these challenges, I have persevered and remained dedicated to my education and personal growth. In the fall of this school year, I applied for a grant from the DPS Foundation. I received 5,000 dollars to plan a schoolwide wellness day to encourage overall happiness and provide mental health resources for my peers. The day was filled with yoga, art therapy, service dogs, counselors, and more. For me, planning this was a way for me to introduce students to coping mechanisms that have helped me. I am proud of the resilience I have shown in the face of adversity and am determined to continue striving for success in all aspects of my life.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.

Growing up I would spend hours playing "school" with my siblings and cousins, eagerly taking on the role of the teacher. I’d line up chairs in my grandmother's living room and scrawl math problems on a dusty old whiteboard. My students listened attentively and played along as I gleefully taught them lessons and assigned spelling tests. Becoming a teacher has always been in the cards for me. I grew up in an unstable and unsupportive environment. My mother was a fretful woman and at the drop of a hat, we’d pack up and move towns. By age fifteen, I'd been the new kid eleven times. Each move being harder and scarier than the next. I never knew what my peers would think of me or if they hated how I talked or acted. So, out of fear, I stayed to myself, reluctant to pursue friendships. My anxiety snowballed into a flurry of a mess that followed me into middle and high school, and my ability to interact socially was nonexistent. By my Freshman year, I'd developed an eating disorder. In my sophomore year, I dealt with two failed suicide attempts and a 2-week stay to the psych ward. Junior year was like a mirror of sophomore year, but the one thing that provided some solace for me was school and my extracurricular activities. With the lack of support from home, my teachers were my main 6supporters and motivators. They believed in me and pushed me to overcome obstacles, making me believe I could create change and become a leader in my community. In my junior year, I started Key Club, a community service club. It started as something meek, just me and a few friends doing small volunteer projects, but it very quickly began to grow. We gained new volunteers and new opportunities. My current teachers aided and encouraged our growth all the way. They helped us secure funding for larger projects and connected us with local organizations aligned with our mission. Their guidance and mentorship allowed the Key Club to thrive and taught me valuable leadership skills that I continue to utilize in my community involvement today. Before I knew it, Key Club consumed my every thought and free time. It wasn’t a responsibility to me, it was something that provided me with jubilance and purpose; and without even realizing it, by helping others I'd helped myself become a brighter and happier person. My goal became to extend the same happiness to others and to grant my peers the same sense of self-worth and meaning. Throughout my high school journey, I´ve watched my teachers jump through hoops and obstacles to give me and my peers the best education possible, extending beyond what's required. The teachers at my current school are some of the most inspiring and compassionate people I´ve ever met. Their passion and drive to ensure their students succeed inspire me to do the same. Five years from now I see myself in the classroom, supporting my future students, educating and pushing them to pursue their dreams the same way my teachers have done for me. Leadership and confidence start in the classroom and teachers morph and shape the future generation into who they become and what they achieve.