People often ask me what made me want to study law and criminal justice. The answer is not something I learned in school. It all started with my dad. My dad was in an accident, and the doctor gave him some medicine to help with the pain. Over time, he started taking too much of it. It became a problem. He wasn't a bad person; he just needed some help. When my dad got out of prison, he worked hard to get his life back on track. He showed me that people can change if they get a chance. Watching him overcome his problems taught me that just because something bad happened to you, it does not mean you are a bad person. My dad was proof that people can change and start over. With all the good things he did, my dad still had to deal with pain all the time. One day he took some medicine that had something in it, and it killed him. I was sixteen years old when my dad died. Losing my dad was very hard for me. For a time I did not understand how someone who tried so hard to get his life together could still die from something that was not his fault. But then I realized that my dad's story was not about him; it was about how some systems do not work very well. It was about doctors who do not always give the right advice, a justice system that punishes people instead of helping them, and a society that judges people who made mistakes. I did not let my sadness control my life. Instead, I used it to find my purpose. Now I am in college studying Political Science because I want to be a lawyer who helps people. I want to help people who do not have anyone to stand up for them. I also want to help fix the problems with prisons and make sure people who get out of prison can get back on their feet. I want to help stop the problem by making laws that are kind and fair, not just laws that punish people. My dad taught me to never give up. He showed me that when things seem impossible, I can still do them. My dad inspires me every day to keep working towards my goals. I wish my dad was still alive to see the person I am becoming. I know that his life is still guiding me and giving me a reason to keep going. His story turned my pain into something that gives me purpose. It gives me a mission that is bigger than myself. I hope to spend my life making sure that everyone gets a chance and a second chance. My dad is not here anymore. What he taught me will live on. Every step I take to become a lawyer is also a step to honor my dad and make the justice system better for everyone. My dad's story will always remind me of the importance of treating people with kindness and respect. Law and criminal justice are not just about punishing people; they are about helping people and giving them a chance to start over. That is what I want to do with my life. I want to help people and make the world a better place. I will always remember my dad and the lessons he taught me. He may be gone. His legacy will live on through me and the work I will do.

Education is much more than just getting good grades or a degree. For me, education means having opportunities, finding my purpose, and making a difference. Every single class I take and every challenge I overcome gets me one step closer to my goal of helping people who have been treated unfairly by the justice system. My education is not about getting a job. It is about preparing me for something much bigger. I am a Political Science major with a Pre-Law focus at Stockton University. I have learned that laws and policies have an impact on people's lives. Studying government, constitutional law, and public policy has shown me that justice is not always fair for everyone. Education has given me the knowledge to understand how these systems work. More importantly, it has taught me to think critically about how to make them better. I want to be a criminal defense attorney because I believe everyone deserves a chance no matter who they are or where they come from. My passion for this work comes from what I have been through in my life. When I was younger, my father went to prison for drug charges after he got addicted to pain medication following an accident. After he got out of prison, he worked hard to turn his life around. He found his faith, continued his education, and proved that people can change if they are given the chance. Unfortunately, he relapsed and died when I was sixteen. Losing him was one of the hardest things I have ever gone through, but it also gave me a reason to keep going. His story taught me about addiction and prison. Trying to get back on your feet is a lot more complicated than people think. Often, people are judged for their mistakes rather than being recognized for their ability to grow and change. Through education, I have learned more about the system, the opioid epidemic, and the challenges that people face when they try to rebuild their lives after prison. This knowledge has made me more determined to fight for prison reform programs that help people succeed after prison and a justice system that focuses on helping people instead of just punishing them. Being the person in my family to go to college makes education even more special to me. Going to college has required me to be determined, resilient, and willing to overcome obstacles. Every time I achieve something, I am reminded that I am building a future not for myself but also to honor my father and the lessons he taught me. Education has shown me that tough experiences do not have to define someone's future. Instead, they can be the motivation to make a difference in people's lives. To me, education is the key to creating change. It gives me the knowledge, skills, and confidence to challenge what is unfair and to speak up for those who need a voice. Importantly, it has helped me turn my personal loss into a sense of purpose. My education is not about getting a degree. It is about honoring my father's memory and dedicating my life to making the justice system more compassionate, fair, and effective for future generations. Education is about education. It has changed my life and the way I think about education and its impact on my life and the lives of others, including the justice system and education.

My volunteering started when my dad died in April of 2022. He overdosed on fentanyl after being clean for nearly 10 years, it was the worst day of my life. His death shattered me, and I was left with a combination of sadness, confusion, and anger that I didn't know how to work through. But in all of the pain, I discovered something I had no idea I possessed: purpose. It was only a few months after he died that my volunteering work began. In August of 2022, my family and I decided to celebrate his birthday by volunteering somewhere. I chose cooking and serving at a men's rehabilitation center. Something that began as just a good deed to celebrate and remember my dad, ended up starting my journey for one of the best things in my life. I was donating my time to individuals recovering and some who were battling the same demons my dad battled. Hearing their stories helped me feel close to him, and I saw doing good for other human beings gave my grief purpose and voice. After that, I started attending other events. One of my favorites that I revisited often was "Feed the City," a movement that began in Dallas, Texas, with a mission to feed the poor and homeless families. They've expanded exponentially, they have fed over 7.1 million people! Serving through something that had such a tangible on-the-ground impact on so many lives helped me understand that no act of service ever can be small. When I moved for school, one of the first things I did was start searching for opportunities to start serving my new community. That is when I discovered Circle K, a national service club already established at my college. I joined and had opportunities that I would not have had otherwise. I have been able to volunteer every week at the Atlantic County Animal Shelter, socializing and training dogs to make them more adoptable. I have served meals many Friday nights at the Atlantic City Rescue Mission, not just serving a meal but dignity to those who otherwise slipped through the cracks. I volunteered on clean-up days for Funny Farm Rescue & Sanctuary, which houses more than 600 animals and is ENTIRELY volunteer and donation ran. Every service action has only served to make me more connected to other human beings, to myself, and to my dad. This work is no longer what I do, but who I am. I now have a chair position in Circle K for the 2025–2026 school year, and I’m excited to be able to continue to serve while also showing others how amazing it is! Looking back, I could never have imagined that one of the darkest times in my life would lead me to the amazing opportunities I have had so far. But through service, I learned healing and courage. Above all else, I've learned to live my dad's legacy, in inspiring others, one act of kindness at a time.

As far back as I can remember, animals comforted and educated me in ways that I felt humans couldn’t, I definitely think the abusive environment I grew up in had a big hand in this. As I've grown, the more that connection has expanded into an even deeper one. A calling to become an exotic animal veterinarian and to use that calling not just to heal animals, but to help the rehabilitating individuals struggling with addiction. My life has not been easy, and the path that is ahead of me won't be much easier, but with each step forward, I know I am closer and closer to my dreams. This scholarship would not only relieve some of the financial burden, but it would also go directly towards financing my career and educational aspirations that I have worked so hard to obtain, mainly on my own. I am an incoming sophomore at Stockton University and a major in Biology (with Pre-Veterinary concentration), as well as an Honors College student. I am also a first-generation college student, so I have been forced to navigate the world of higher education on my own, without the advantage of the guidance that so many of my peers are fortunate enough to share. My call to serve, particularly to restore, is personal experience. When I was sixteen I found my dad overdosed on fentanyl in our bathroom, and had to go through losing him at such a difficult age, and my mom has been a drug addict for as long as I can remember. I have witnessed the destruction that addiction brings, not only to the addict, but to their families, communities, and potential. I grew up right in the middle of the destruction, and I felt like I was never in control, that I had a burden no child should ever have to bear. But as I grew, the more I made use of the pain and turned it into a reason for all of my pain and struggle. I started volunteering at men's rehab centers and at kitchens/rehabilitation centers. I learned that addiction is not discriminatory. It strikes any person, it doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, or how much money you have. Along with that, I have learned how much of a failure so many of our treatment centers are, so many of them money hungry and not even remotely doing what people so desperately need, not putting care into their needed services and follow/postgraduate care. This is where my plans for the future come in. I don't just want to be an exotic veterinarian, however rewarding and challenging that profession will obviously be. I would like what future money and wealth that I can contribute to go towards funding or assisting in the creation of an affordable, sustainable, and successful rehab program for people recovering from addiction. This program would be built on empathy, accountability, and genuine support, things I’ve seen lacking time and time again in the systems currently in place. It would be a site where people can recover with dignity and without shame, regardless of their income status or past. My dream is to help create a site where recovery is an option, not a band-aid or a money drain.

Explain the role of animal care and welfare in conservation efforts and how you envision contributing to the field. From Individual Lives to Global Balance: A Vision for Animal Welfare in Conservation Care and welfare of animals are the foundation of conservation across the world. With protection of species to wildlife rehabilitation, all is under animal care as far as conserving biodiversity is concerned. Conservation is not conserving species, it is conserving ecosystems, keeping the inherent value of every individual animal, and restoring balance to nature. My two fields of conservation that interest me are habitat restoration and medicinal care for exotic animals. Well-conserved habitats are the key for species survival. Regardless of how much advancement has been made in veterinary medicine, animals do not survive without a safe and protected habitat. Habitat destruction lead to loss of population and disruption to ecology, habitat restoration can reverse some of the harm. I would like to see myself as part of multi-disciplinary team restoring habitats and tracking animal populations. What remains only speculated on is the welfare of single animals, that is, dogs or cats in captivity or treated by veterinarians. With increasingly human activity impacting populations in the wild, veterinary medicine takes center stage in conservation circles. Of special fascination to me is care for exotic animals, not typically domesticated and typically more delicate in captivity. These kinds of animals require highly specialized information, from what to feed them to providing environmental stimulation, to destroy or create a breeding or a rehab program. By having such animals healthy, we maintain genetic diversity and establish guidelines that can be translated into wild systems. I would like to become an exotic veterinarian and work with wildlife refuges, zoos, and rehabilitation centers. I think that veterinarians are not only healers, but also the protectors of the dignity and welfare of animals. Lastly, my calling marries on-the-scenes animal care with world restoration. I'd prefer to strike a balance between providing care for certain animals and healing the worlds they inhabit. By experiencing both the micro (the health of animals) and the macro (preservation of habitats), I'd prefer to hope that we can create true, long-term measures towards preserving life on our planet. In a world where so many animals' futures are at stake, every move matters. I am committed to being a part of that picture, where animal welfare and conservation go hand in hand.

As far back as I can remember, animals comforted and educated me in ways that I felt humans couldn’t, I definitely think the abusive environment I grew up in had a big hand in this. As I've grown, the more that connection has expanded into an even deeper one. A calling to become an exotic animal veterinarian and to use that calling not just to heal animals, but to help the rehabilitating individuals struggling with addiction. My life has not been easy, and the path that is ahead of me won't be much easier, but with each step forward, I know I am closer and closer to my dreams. This scholarship would not only relieve some of the financial burden, but it would also go directly towards financing my career and educational aspirations that I have worked so hard to obtain, mainly on my own. I am an incoming sophomore at Stockton University and a major in Biology (with Pre-Veterinary concentration), as well as an Honors College student. I am also a first-generation college student, so I have been forced to navigate the world of higher education on my own, without the advantage of the guidance that so many of my peers are fortunate enough to share. My call to serve, particularly to restore, is personal experience. When I was sixteen I found my dad overdosed on fentanyl in our bathroom, and had to go through losing him at such a difficult age, and my mom has been a drug addict for as long as I can remember. I have witnessed the destruction that addiction brings, not only to the addict, but to their families, communities, and potential. I grew up right in the middle of the destruction, and I felt like I was never in control, that I had a burden no child should ever have to bear. But as I grew, the more I made use of the pain and turned it into a reason for all of my pain and struggle. I started volunteering at men's rehab centers and at kitchens/rehabilitation centers. I learned that addiction is not discriminatory. It strikes any person, it doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, or how much money you have. Along with that, I have learned how much of a failure so many of our treatment centers are, so many of them money hungry and not even remotely doing what people so desperately need, not putting care into their needed services and follow/postgraduate care. This is where my plans for the future come in. I don't merely want to be an exotic veterinarian, however rewarding and challenging that profession will obviously prove to be. I would like what future money and wealth that I can contribute to go towards funding or assisting in the creation of an affordable, sustainable, and successful rehab program for people recovering from addiction. This program would be built on empathy, accountability, and genuine support, things I’ve seen lacking time and time again in the systems currently in place. It would be a site where people can recover with dignity and without shame, regardless of their income status or past. My dream is to help create a site where recovery is an option, not a band-aid or a money drain.

As far back as I can remember, animals comforted and educated me in ways that I felt humans couldn’t, I definitely think the abusive environment I grew up in had a big hand in this. As I've grown, the more that connection has expanded into an even deeper one. A calling to become an exotic animal veterinarian and to use that calling not just to heal animals, but to help the rehabilitating individuals struggling with addiction. My life has not been easy, and the path that is ahead of me won't be much easier, but with each step forward, I know I am closer and closer to my dreams. This scholarship would not only relieve some of the financial burden, but it would also go directly towards financing my career and educational aspirations that I have worked so hard to obtain, mainly on my own. I am an incoming sophomore at Stockton University and a major in Biology (with Pre-Veterinary concentration), as well as an Honors College student. I am also a first-generation college student, so I have been forced to navigate the world of higher education on my own, without the advantage of the guidance that so many of my peers are fortunate enough to share. In spite of that, I have tried to make my life full of things which satisfy my goals and keep me fulfilled. I am a member of the Circle K Volunteer Club and have volunteered very closely with the Atlantic County Animal Shelter, Funny Farm Animal Rescue, and the Atlantic City Rescue Mission. Those activities have reaffirmed my need to help animals, and still learn and help with human pain and resilience. My call to serve, particularly to restore, is personal experience. When I was sixteen I found my dad overdosed on fentanyl in our bathroom, and had to go through losing him at such a difficult age, and my mom has been a drug addict for as long as I can remember. I have witnessed the destruction that addiction brings, not only to the addict, but to their families, communities, and potential. I grew up right in the middle of the destruction, and I felt like I was never in control, that I had a burden no child should ever have to bear. But as I grew, the more I made use of the pain and turned it into a reason for all of my pain and struggle. I started volunteering at men's rehab centers and at kitchens/rehabilitation centers. I learned that addiction is not discriminatory. It strikes any person, it doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, or how much money you have. Along with that, I have learned how much of a failure so many of our treatment centers are, so many of them money hungry and not even remotely doing what people so desperately need, not putting care into their needed services and follow/postgraduate care. This is where my plans for the future come in. I don't merely want to be an exotic veterinarian, however rewarding and challenging that profession will obviously prove to be. I would like what future money and wealth that I can contribute to go towards funding or assisting in the creation of an affordable, sustainable, and successful rehab program for people recovering from addiction. This program would be built on empathy, accountability, and genuine support, things I’ve seen lacking time and time again in the systems currently in place. It would be a site where people can recover with dignity and without shame, regardless of their income status or past. My dream is to help create a site where recovery is an option, not a band-aid or a money drain. All of this in my education and career life is all for the sake of this dream. Veterinary school is very costly, and being an independent student, the entire financial responsibility of my education lies on my shoulders. I have a job and attend school and have had to take out loans just to barely make ends meet. I do not have parents to rely on or a safety net in case of failure. I have my passion, myself, and dreams that motivate me. This scholarship would be something more than financial support, but an investment in a person who does not give up even when things are extremely hard. Aside from projects, I believe that life experience gives one a personal insight to help others. I know how it is to emerge from war, struggle to achieve stability, and be trying so hard when the entire world says you are bound for something else based on statistics. I know how to connect with hurt individuals because I myself have been hurt. I know how to get through to animals, some of whom are survivor-animals themselves due to abuse, abandonment, or neglect. Helping the dogs at the shelter learn not all humans are bad, or sitting among a circle of men listening as I hear their stories of addiction and recovery, I treat all the same with kindness and devotion. My ultimate goal is an integration…an integration of living my life as a veterinarian and healing animals, but not only healing animals, but making the world a better place than it was when I found it. A portion of my profits will go directly into building a rehabilitation center with mental health counseling, life skills, employment placement, and community reintegration. There's no refuting the interconnection between people care and animal care. I would love to be that bridge. In fifteen years' time, I would be a trained vet in an exotic animal hospital, and a continued donor of money and time to the scheme of rehabilitation I have created or helped to create. I also would be happy to sponsor youth from where I am, youth who have been made to mature too early and have a hard time getting every hand they are dealt. I would want them to understand that regardless of where you are from, your fate still remains in your own hands. To receive this scholarship would be a breakthrough in being able to continue being on the right track academically and professionally. It would be less work for pay to cover the cost of tuition and more volunteering, studying, and acquiring experience. It would be less worry about money as I make plans for the costly route to vet school. Above all, it would be that someone had faith in me about what I need to do and achieve. With veterinary medicine, I will build a career, and with the door it will open for me, heal people too. Not only would the scholarship provide help for my education, it would be a contribution to the foundation of all that I have worked so hard to achieve: a life of service, empathy, and lasting contribution.

My volunteering started when my dad died in April of 2022. He overdosed on fentanyl after being clean for nearly 10 years, it was the worst day of my life. His death shattered me, and I was left with a combination of sadness, confusion, and anger that I didn't know how to work through. But in all of the pain, I discovered something I had no idea I possessed: purpose. It was only a few months after he died that my volunteering work began. In August of 2022, my family and I decided to celebrate his birthday by volunteering somewhere. I chose cooking and serving at a men's rehabilitation center. Something that began as just a good deed to celebrate and remember my dad, ended up starting my journey for one of the best things in my life. I was donating my time to individuals recovering and some who were battling the same demons my dad battled. Hearing their stories helped me feel close to him, and I saw doing good for other human beings gave my grief purpose and voice. After that, I started attending other events. One of my favorites that I revisited often was "Feed the City," a movement that began in Dallas, Texas, with a mission to feed the poor and homeless families. They've expanded exponentially, they have fed over 7.1 million people! Serving through something that had such a tangible on-the-ground impact on so many lives helped me understand that no act of service ever can be small. When I moved for school, one of the first things I did was start searching for opportunities to start serving my new community. That is when I discovered Circle K, a national service club already established at my college. I joined and had opportunities that I would not have had otherwise. I have been able to volunteer every week at the Atlantic County Animal Shelter, socializing and training dogs to make them more adoptable. I have served meals many Friday nights at the Atlantic City Rescue Mission, not just serving a meal but dignity to those who otherwise slipped through the cracks. I volunteered on clean-up days for Funny Farm Rescue & Sanctuary, which houses more than 600 animals and is ENTIRELY volunteer and donation ran. Every service action has only served to make me more connected to other human beings, to myself, and to my dad. This work is no longer what I do, but who I am. I now have a chair position in Circle K for the 2025–2026 school year, and I’m excited to be able to continue to serve while also showing others how amazing it is! Looking back, I could never have imagined that one of the darkest times in my life would lead me to the amazing opportunities I have had so far. But through service, I learned healing and courage. Above all else, I've learned to live my dad's legacy, in inspiring others, one act of kindness at a time.

I have had the opportunity to volunteer for different organizations, work with animals, and learn first-hand about the value and reward of giving animals care. Working as a volunteer gave me the inspiration to become a veterinary assistant, as this would enable me to pursue my dream of working with animals and fulfilling my need to be useful in society. I have volunteered/shadowed with Greenfield Vet Clinic, volunteered at the Atlantic County Animal Shelter training dogs to become more adoptable, and spent many hours working on Circle K events. The biggest reason I want to be a veterinary assistant is Roscoe. I was raised in an abusive home, and my dog Roscoe was one of my biggest sources of comfort and strength. Roscoe never criticized me or judged me, he just listened and gave me a shoulder when I needed one the most. Roscoe was my sanctuary, he met me with a feeling of companionship and understanding which I could receive nowhere else. My experience with him was one of the first that sparked my interest in the vet field. I want to be a person who can assist them in receiving the right care and respect that they deserve. As a vet assistant, I will be able to help animals such as Roscoe who shower humans with affection, and influence their lives personally. The second reason I'm interested in taking this career is due to the growing concern that I have for exotic animals being mis-treated, and in particular on the internet. Social media has been used as a breeding ground for mis-information where people bring exotic animals home without any knowledge of what they need or taking responsibility. I have seen firsthand how these animals are typically handled with bad living conditions, cruelty, and abuse. Something that we need to act on right away. By doing the job as a vet assistant, I would like to inform the public on how these animals require special attention and alert handlers and prospective owners of the nuances of taking care of them. I would love to be part of a movement that will show respect and compassion to animals, especially exotics, so they are not abused and neglected, which is far too common. Lastly, I want to be a vet assistant because it is something that actually gets me pumped up and allows me to use my strengths and values. I have learned about other professions, but none so richly rewarding or so deeply fulfilling as the practice of veterinary medicine. Volunteering, I see the impact quality veterinary practice has on the life of a pet. With the vet field, I feel a sense of purpose and fulfillment that I haven’t been able to find anywhere else.

Being a first-generation college graduate can indeed mean much more than an earned degree; it could imply the realization of one's dream and the dissolving of generational barriers. It is a personal testament to something I am conscious of has been the results of my hard work but even more so of sacrifices and hopes by my family. Neither parent went to college, which makes my success synonymous with the fulfillment of what was envisioned but not witnessed by them. It has been a fight for endurance, willpower, and the realization that through education, I have the power to change the course for myself and future generations that will follow me. My extracurricular activities have been the part that most shaped me as a person. Varsity wrestling, for instance, instilled in me discipline, persistence, and the essence of pushing limits to the very extremes of physical and mental barriers. Many people think Wrestling is only an individual sport, but it’s also a team sport, it has instilled in me the importance of teamwork, trust, and commitment—values that are transferable to almost every part of life. It’s shown me that success doesn’t come without setbacks, and that’s something I’ve carried with me in academics and life. Wrestling has taught me how to face challenges head-on and how to bounce back after defeat. All these experiences have all taught me the importance of leadership through communication, solving, and responsibility. Leadership taught me how to make others work together through something, be a good team player, and get out of trying situations gracefully. It is not about commanding people but understanding their viewpoint, listening, and eliciting the best among them. These experiences turned me into a better communicator, more empathetic, and far more effective both academically and personally. Volunteering at animal shelters and both female and male rescue missions has further shaped my character, giving me a deeper sense of empathy and a desire to help those in need. Working with both animals and humans in crisis has taught me the importance of compassion, patience, and service. These experiences further strengthened my resolve to work in community service and my realization that change does not always come about in one big step but through a series of small, regular events that create the difference. Together, these activities have equipped me with the leadership, resilience, and empathy that are necessary to navigate life. They have helped me to build a sense of purpose beyond just achieving academic success, but to use my education to make a positive difference in the lives of others, be it through leadership, service, or advocacy.

My whole life, money has had such a big impact. Getting to enjoy life as a kid was heavily impacted by my family's drug abuse and lack of education needed for a good job. In most cases, the relationship between money and happiness is nuanced, particularly for first-generation college students. First-generation college students frequently encounter financial hurdles that can significantly impact their happiness. Many come from low-income backgrounds, such as myself, where financial instability is a daily reality. In addition to financial constraints, first-generation students often face societal pressures related to money and success. Cultural expectations and social norms may emphasize material wealth as a marker of achievement, fostering a sense of inadequacy among those who lack affluent backgrounds. The pressure to excel academically and secure lucrative careers can exacerbate feelings of insecurity and self-doubt. I know personally, grades and success have always been an overbearing weight on my shoulders. This has come not just from pressure, but also the pure fear of having to live a life like my parents, or creating a life like that for my children. While financial constraints and societal pressures may pose significant challenges, the pursuit of higher education offers opportunities for personal and academic growth that transcend material wealth. Despite the challenges we may face, many first-generation college students remain resilient and determined to achieve their goals, such as myself. My dream to impact marine sciences and discover the deep ocean is unmatched to any other feeling. There are so many opportunities to discover things that most people have no idea about. The thought of being able to be a part of something so big and impactful makes me more excited than anything else. Who doesn’t want to be recognized as a scientist? Unfortunately, the burden of tuition fees, textbooks, housing costs, and other academic expenses can create immense stress and anxiety and limit my choices on where to even attend school in the first place. Being limited to my own scarce resources for financial need will force myself and many other students in the same situation to juggle multiple jobs or take out loans, amplifying our worries about future debt. The constant struggle to pay tuition bills or pay for a book can overshadow moments of joy and accomplishment. Receiving scholarships as such, allow STEM students like myself to focus more on our research and groundbreaking discoveries rather than whether we will be able to afford to attend next semester or not.

I am passionate about mental health advocacy, support for first-generation students, and giving back with volunteer work like at the local animal shelter and rescue missions. Having experienced socioeconomic adversity myself, I know firsthand the value of access to resources and opportunities, and I commit to making a positive difference in these areas. In my community and school, I would like to raise awareness about mental health through organizing events, workshops, and providing peer support. I would like to be part of breaking the stigma that surrounds mental health, making it easier on others when they need help. Mental health is highly deprived, yet it plays an enormous role in overcoming various challenges, especially those regarding socioeconomic adversities. By advocating for mental well-being, I hope to create a setting where everyone feels supported and empowered. Being a first-generation student, I understand the unique challenges associated with navigating higher education without a familial roadmap. I want to be a resource for others who come from the same position. I plan to mentor and guide first-generation students on everything from applications to adjusting to academic life. By building a network of support, I increase the success rate for students who, like me, may not have had easy access to higher education. I have also made regular volunteering a vital part of my commitment to the community. Be it tutoring, helping in local shelters, or working with organizations providing resources to underserved populations, I want to be certain that I am making an active contribution to others' well-being. In volunteering, one does not only benefit the community; valuable experience is gathered for me in shaping my future goals. Socioeconomic adversity has enveloped my beliefs, relationships, and aspirations. It has taught me resilience, hard work, and the value of having compassion for others in a struggle. I learned that regardless of your background, you too deserve opportunities, and that every person's story counts. These have been the lessons that have grown deeper in my relationships with others; I can now empathize with people from walks of life. My experiences with adversity and commitment to helping others, as I pursue my future career goal of becoming an aquatic veterinarian, will guide me in practice. I wish to practice on marine animals and ecosystems that are often left out of the limelight, ensuring such creatures get the medical attention and respect they deserve. I also intend to use my platform as a veterinarian to continue advocating for mental health and social equity, making sure my work furthers the well-being of humans and animals alike. Ultimately, my goal is to help bridge gaps, create opportunities, and make a meaningful impact wherever I can, both in my community and in my future career as an aquatic vet.

My whole life, I've had to face a number of challenges that shaped my understanding of mental health and the importance of emotional support. Having personally experienced the struggle with my own mental well-being, I now feel deeply committed to helping others navigate their own emotional battles. During rough times, I learned that it is important to have a person who will listen to you without judgment. This realization led me to become a listening ear for friends, family, and even strangers. I share with them coping mechanisms that work for me, such as mindfulness, meditation, and journaling, helping others find their own ways to manage stress and anxiety. One of the most impactful things I've learned is the power of empathy. Sometimes, all it takes is being there for someone-a listening ear, a safe place to talk without offering solutions or advice. I do make it a point to check in with people around me, especially when I know they are struggling, and give reassurance and emotional comfort. By doing so, I Have been in a position to create a support network and a sense of community for those who need it most. In the future, I will continue my work in mental health through my career. I want to be an aquatic veterinarian, but that is just my personal passion; my big dream is to open up a rehabilitation center. After reaching an economically stable position in life with my career as a veterinarian, I plan to make available a place for emotional and psychological healing. It would integrate counseling, therapy, support groups, and also combine nature-based therapies, including animal-assisted therapy, aquatic therapies, among other things, for general wellness. By combining my love for animals with my dedication to mental health, I hope to make a difference in many lives. I want to empower others to face their struggles with resilience and offer a supportive environment where healing can take place. I eventually want to use both my career and personal experiences as a beacon of support for those who need it most, helping them to thrive emotionally and mentally.

Poor mental health has affected my life to the fullest, particularly in my academic setting. My conditions, which are depression, bipolar disorder, anxiety, and PTSD due to childhood trauma, have created huge hurdles towards my success. Growing up under the care of drug-abusing parents, my life was full of mental health issues that greatly influenced my academic performance and personal life. However, self-awareness, coping mechanisms, and seeking help have been able to help me balance my life and put more emphasis on my mental health. My mental health challenges have drastically affected my academic performance throughout my past. For example, my major depressive disorder has a trend of overwhelming me at times; it drains and disconnects me from motivation. While I have learned how to not let it affect my school work more, in the past, thinking about doing assignments or studying became so overwhelming that I would end up not doing anything at all, which resulted in procrastination and lagging behind. Anxiety heightened this by making me unable to focus on one thing. My mind would go racing to fears of failure or judgment that were crippling my engagement in the academic materials; this was a recipe for missed deadlines and low grades. However, my Bipolar disorder still impacts my academic performance. During manic episodes, I become hyperactive and impulsive, often overcommitting to tasks. But when manic depression sets in, the exhaustion becomes overwhelming, making it hard to maintain any productivity. This up-and-down cycle disrupts my ability to maintain steady academic performance, resulting in burnout after periods of overachievement. These struggles also extend to personal life. Growing up around drugs and abuse in my home contributed to my development of PTSD, which exhibits itself in the form of intense stress responses and emotional flashbacks. This often interferes with my relationships-usually making me isolate myself in protection, adding to loneliness and disconnection. Whenever my mental state worsens, I'm unable to keep up with daily tasks or social interactions and friendships. This is the worst part of my struggles. Despite these challenges, I’ve worked hard to prioritize my mental health. I’ve learned to recognize when I’m struggling and to seek professional help. Therapy, whether individual or group, has equipped me with valuable tools for managing depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Grounding exercises like square breathing, mindfulness techniques, and cognitive behavioral therapy have helped me develop healthier responses to stress. Medication, prescribed by a psychiatrist, also plays a key role in maintaining emotional stability. Besides professional help, I take care of myself through healthy lifestyle choices. Regular physical activities, including walking my dog, help manage anxiety and improve my mood. I do things that I enjoy: reading, journaling, and painting-especially as gifts for my family. Adequate rest and nourishing meals strengthen my ability to handle stress. Equally important, I have learnt to set realistic expectations. Sometimes, my mental health may not allow me to give the best, which I have come to accept. Having changed my focus to progress rather than perfection, this has made me kinder and relieved a lot of the pressure that I used to mount on myself. In therapy, self-care, and taking care of my mental health is how I learn to live with these challenges. It might be ongoing, but with me being proactive and kind to myself, I can continue working on my balancing and well-being skills, thus keeping up with school and life to inevitably reach my dreams and live a long happy life, and teach others they can get through anything as long as they want it.

Volunteering at drug rehabilitation centers and homeless events holds personal significance for me. Growing up with both parents battling addiction, I witnessed the devastating effects firsthand. After my father's Fentanyl overdose in 2022, I started taking initiative to volunteer for men’s drug rehabilitation centers and homelessness events. Whether it’s cooking, offering a listening ear, or helping with basic needs, volunteering has become such an important part of my life. Volunteering allows me to channel my grief into something positive, providing compassion and assistance to individuals who need it the most. Working at drug rehabilitation centers, I've seen the power of support networks and treatment programs, both big and small. Every small gesture can make a significant difference in someone's life. Through volunteering, I honor my father's memory by helping others navigate the path to recovery and stability. It's a way for me to turn personal pain into purpose, fostering empathy and understanding in the face of adversity. In these moments of service, I find healing and hope, knowing that my efforts contribute to a brighter future for individuals and families affected by addiction and homelessness. Throughout this journey, my biggest goal is to start my own nonprofit support network/treatment program. I know this is a very big task, but I have had a plan set for a long time. I am majoring in pre-veterinary medicine with the plan of Aquatic Veterinary medicine. This way I can do what I love, and help suffering animals, while gaining the money to start a genuine and successful drug rehabilitation treatment program. Starting a program as such does not take just dedication, collaboration, and a commitment to making a positive difference in the lives of individuals struggling with addiction. It also unfortunately, takes the ability to dig deep into your pockets. Attaining a location, supplies, visibility, etc. costs a lot. That is why I want to start my career first. While it may take a while to open up a rehabilitation center, aquatic veterinary medicine plays a crucial role in giving back to the community and is deeply rooted in care and compassion for aquatic animals. Aquatic veterinary medicine is a field driven by love and dedication to the well-being of aquatic animals and the health of our planet's oceans, rivers, and lakes. Through expertise, compassion, and commitment to service, aquatic veterinarians make an extremely positive impact on the community and contribute to the greater good of our world's aquatic ecosystems.

It is through hardships-a childhood with extreme difficulties that influenced both my personal identity and my vocational aspirations-that I came of age. Born into a family bereft of college degrees and riddled with abuse and drug problems, I learned to overcome adversity rather early in life. Indeed, there were so many reasons driving, even given the absence of resources, education, and support from those around me, why my dreams should never have gotten off the ground. I was told from a very young age, don't dream too big, do not stress yourself reaching to where you find yourself in the same situations of your parents, a situation of both physical and emotional abuse while juggling running from the police and finding highs in every way they could. I was told to take it easy and lay low, because I am “prone” to becoming an addict. But these challenges provided a spark to the love for learning, especially in the sciences and animal care, which catapulted me into the path of a career in STEM as an aquatic veterinarian, and truly make a difference in both people and animals lives. Right from the outset, my family's setting ingrained in me this hard drive to rise above the ashes. I saw how a lack of education and opportunity can limit one's potential, and that made me all the more determined to change my trajectory. While most people in my community couldn't pursue higher education, I knew that education, especially something as specialized as STEM, was going to be the key to my entering a different future. I was determined to pursue not just a career that would allow me a decent livelihood but also one that would give me the power to help animals and solve real-world problems. My love for animals started when I was young. Most of my childhood was spent attending to abandoned animals, and learning about animal behavior. As I continue to learn and grow, my interest only deepens my commitment to studying veterinary science and pursuing a career where I could directly impact the well-being of marine animals. Being a young woman in STEM, I've had my fair share of obstacles. STEM fields, veterinary medicine in particular, are still so male-dominated; it often feels as though one is trying to break through a glass ceiling. These experiences, though overwhelming, have helped me build my resilience, sharpen my problem-solving skills, and develop the tenacity necessary for success. One of my biggest dreams is to be able to have a young girl look at me in my field and think “If she can do it, so can I”. Extracurriculars have played an essential role in developing my leadership abilities. I’ve volunteered with animal rights groups, participated in environmental science projects, and been involved in several STEM clubs throughout my high school and current college freshman year. and started my journey to be an RA next year. I’ve learned how to motivate others, delegate tasks, and take initiative when leading a project. Later in my career, I will implement these leadership skills with vet practice, contributing to conservation efforts, team leading, and advocating for marine practices that are sustainable. My eventual goal is to apply my skills and education to solve current problems within the spheres of marine conservation, animal health, and sustainable practices. This makes me want to have a tangible impact not just in veterinary medicine, but in bettering our relationship with the environment. Leadership, perseverance, and a deep sense of purpose will, I believe, carry me through any obstacle and contribute greatly to the world of STEM.

Growing up with drug-addicted parents can have an intense impact on the mental health of a child, which can cause or develop many kinds of mental disorders such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Major depressive disorder, general anxiety among others. Growing up with parents addicted to drugs brought a whole different meaning in my perspective concerning mental health and the essence of searching for healthy coping mechanisms. My most significant coping mechanism has been my love for animals; this has played an important role in maintaining my mental well-being and has curated my dreams for the future. Growing up with addicted parents means one has continuously fought against uncertainty, fear, and feelings of instability. The chaos of addiction created an environment of neglect, emotional abuse, and even physical abuse. The erratic behavior associated with substance abuse has left lasting scars on my mind and it could easily have forced intense symptoms of PTSD such as flashbacks, nightmares, hypervigilance, and avoidance behaviors-symptoms that became part of my major depressive disorder and general anxiety. Amidst the struggles of my childhood, animals became my sanctuary. Their unconditional love and non-judgmental presence provided solace in times of distress. Whether it was cuddling with my ESA dog Jessie after a particularly traumatic episode, finding peace in the fragility and calmness of my bearded dragon Circe, or boosting my adrenaline through my always active and energetic guinea pigs Dale and Mr. Jingles, animals offered me a sense of security and comfort that was lacking in my human relationships. Research has shown that contact with animals can alleviate stress, anxiety, and depression, and for me, this was indeed so. Taking care of animals also led me to develop a sense of responsibility and purpose. In all the turmoil of the effects of my parents' addiction and my major depression, I found stability in the routine of feeding, grooming, cleaning, and exercising my pets. In turn, their dependence on me gave me the encouragement to rise in the morning and the assurance that I was indeed capable of loving and taking care of others, no matter the dysfunction around me. This was a vital sense of efficacy for rebuilding shattered self-esteem and protection against adversity. Furthermore, my love for animals taught me valuable lessons in empathy, compassion, and linkage. Animals possess the uncanny skill of intuitively sensing human emotions and responding to them, most often with solace and comfort without the use of words. I learned through taking care of them how to nurture a relationship based on trust, respect, and mutual understanding-qualities mostly absent from my family setting. As I went through adolescence to adulthood, this attachment with animals would remain one of the strongholds and anchorage that helped me build stability in life. From working in animal shelters to horseback riding, and down to simple times with my pets, time spent with them was a solace. Animals were companions, confidants, and providers of joy when struggles hit hard. In essence, growing up with drug-addicted parents has driven home in my mind the value of mental health. Through the stormy events of my childhood, I have grasped the fragile nature of mental well-being and how necessary it is to seek out positive coping mechanisms. My love for animals has been one essential basis for maintaining my mental health, providing me comfort, purpose, and a sense of connectedness. As I go on, I have become thankful for the timeless support and companionship the animals have been able to bring in my life, reminding me that there is always hope and healing available even in the bleakest moments.

Growing up with drug-addicted parents can have an intense impact on the mental health of a child, which can cause or develop many kinds of mental disorders such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Major depressive disorder, general anxiety among others. Growing up with parents addicted to drugs brought a whole different meaning in my perspective concerning mental health and the essence of searching for healthy coping mechanisms. My most significant coping mechanism has been my love for animals; this has played an important role in maintaining my mental well-being and has curated my dreams for the future. Growing up with addicted parents means one has continuously fought against uncertainty, fear, and feelings of instability. The chaos of addiction created an environment of neglect, emotional abuse, and even physical abuse. The erratic behavior associated with substance abuse has left lasting scars on my mind and it could easily have forced intense symptoms of PTSD such as flashbacks, nightmares, hypervigilance, and avoidance behaviors-symptoms that became part of my major depressive disorder and general anxiety. Amidst the struggles of my childhood, animals became my sanctuary. Their unconditional love and non-judgmental presence provided solace in times of distress. Whether it was cuddling with my ESA dog Jessie after a particularly traumatic episode, finding peace in the fragility and calmness of my bearded dragon Circe, or boosting my adrenaline through my always active and energetic guinea pigs Dale and Mr. Jingles, animals offered me a sense of security and comfort that was lacking in my human relationships. Research has shown that contact with animals can alleviate stress, anxiety, and depression, and for me, this was indeed so. Taking care of animals also led me to develop a sense of responsibility and purpose. In all the turmoil of the effects of my parents' addiction and my major depression, I found stability in the routine of feeding, grooming, cleaning, and exercising my pets. In turn, their dependence on me gave me the encouragement to rise in the morning and the assurance that I was indeed capable of loving and taking care of others, no matter the dysfunction around me. This was a vital sense of efficacy for rebuilding shattered self-esteem and protection against adversity. Furthermore, my love for animals taught me valuable lessons in empathy, compassion, and linkage. Animals possess the uncanny skill of intuitively sensing human emotions and responding to them, most often with solace and comfort without the use of words. I learned through taking care of them how to nurture a relationship based on trust, respect, and mutual understanding-qualities mostly absent from my family setting. As I went through adolescence to adulthood, this attachment with animals would remain one of the strongholds and anchorage that helped me build stability in life. From working in animal shelters to horseback riding, and down to simple times with my pets, time spent with them was a solace. Animals were companions, confidants, and providers of joy when struggles hit hard. In essence, growing up with drug-addicted parents has driven home in my mind the value of mental health. Through the stormy events of my childhood, I have grasped the fragile nature of mental well-being and how necessary it is to seek out positive coping mechanisms. My love for animals has been one essential basis for maintaining my mental health, providing me comfort, purpose, and a sense of connectedness. As I go on, I have become thankful for the timeless support and companionship the animals have been able to bring in my life, reminding me that there is always hope and healing available even in the bleakest moments.

It is through hardships-a childhood with extreme difficulties that influenced both my personal identity and my vocational aspirations-that I came of age. Born into a family bereft of college degrees and riddled with abuse and drug problems, I learned to overcome adversity rather early in life. Indeed, there were so many reasons driving, even given the absence of resources, education, and support from those around me, why my dreams should never have gotten off the ground. I was told from a very young age, don't dream too big, do not stress yourself reaching to where you find yourself in the same situations of your parents, a situation of both physical and emotional abuse while juggling running from the police and finding highs in every way they could. I was told to take it easy and lay low, because I am “prone” to becoming an addict. But these challenges provided a spark to the love for learning, especially in the sciences and animal care, which catapulted me into the path of a career in STEM as an aquatic veterinarian, and truly make a difference in both people and animals lives. Right from the outset, my family's setting ingrained in me this hard drive to rise above the ashes. I saw how a lack of education and opportunity can limit one's potential, and that made me all the more determined to change my trajectory. While most people in my community couldn't pursue higher education, I knew that education, especially something as specialized as STEM, was going to be the key to my entering a different future. I was determined to pursue not just a career that would allow me a decent livelihood but also one that would give me the power to help animals and solve real-world problems. My love for animals started when I was young. Most of my childhood was spent attending to abandoned animals, and learning about animal behavior. As I continue to learn and grow, my interest only deepens my commitment to studying veterinary science and pursuing a career where I could directly impact the well-being of marine animals. Being a young woman in STEM, I've had my fair share of obstacles. STEM fields, veterinary medicine in particular, are still so male-dominated; it often feels as though one is trying to break through a glass ceiling. These experiences, though overwhelming, have helped me build my resilience, sharpen my problem-solving skills, and develop the tenacity necessary for success. One of my biggest dreams is to be able to have a young girl look at me in my field and think “If she can do it, so can I”. Extracurriculars have played an essential role in developing my leadership abilities. I’ve volunteered with animal rights groups, participated in environmental science projects, and been involved in several STEM clubs throughout my high school and current college freshman year. and started my journey to be an RA next year. I’ve learned how to motivate others, delegate tasks, and take initiative when leading a project. Later in my career, I will implement these leadership skills with vet practice, contributing to conservation efforts, team leading, and advocating for marine practices that are sustainable. My eventual goal is to apply my skills and education to solve current problems within the spheres of marine conservation, animal health, and sustainable practices. This makes me want to have a tangible impact not just in veterinary medicine, but in bettering our relationship with the environment. Leadership, perseverance, and a deep sense of purpose will, I believe, carry me through any obstacle and contribute greatly to the world of STEM.

It is through hardships-a childhood with extreme difficulties that influenced both my personal identity and my vocational aspirations-that I came of age. Born into a family bereft of college degrees and riddled with abuse and drug problems, I learned to overcome adversity rather early in life. Indeed, there were so many reasons driving, even given the absence of resources, education, and support from those around me, why my dreams should never have gotten off the ground. I was told from a very young age, don't dream too big, do not stress yourself reaching to where you find yourself in the same situations of your parents, a situation of both physical and emotional abuse while juggling running from the police and finding highs in every way they could. I was told to take it easy and lay low, because I am “prone” to becoming an addict. But these challenges provided a spark to the love for learning, especially in the sciences and animal care, which catapulted me into the path of a career in STEM as an aquatic veterinarian, and truly make a difference in both people and animals lives. Right from the outset, my family's setting ingrained in me this hard drive to rise above the ashes. I saw how a lack of education and opportunity can limit one's potential, and that made me all the more determined to change my trajectory. While most people in my community couldn't pursue higher education, I knew that education, especially something as specialized as STEM, was going to be the key to my entering a different future. I was determined to pursue not just a career that would allow me a decent livelihood but also one that would give me the power to help animals and solve real-world problems. My love for animals started when I was young. Most of my childhood was spent attending to abandoned animals, and learning about animal behavior. As I continue to learn and grow, my interest only deepens my commitment to studying veterinary science and pursuing a career where I could directly impact the well-being of marine animals. Being a young woman in STEM, I've had my fair share of obstacles. STEM fields, veterinary medicine in particular, are still so male-dominated; it often feels as though one is trying to break through a glass ceiling. These experiences, though overwhelming, have helped me build my resilience, sharpen my problem-solving skills, and develop the tenacity necessary for success. One of my biggest dreams is to be able to have a young girl look at me in my field and think “If she can do it, so can I”. Extracurriculars have played an essential role in developing my leadership abilities. I’ve volunteered with animal rights groups, participated in environmental science projects, and been involved in several STEM clubs throughout my high school and current college freshman year. and started my journey to be an RA next year. I’ve learned how to motivate others, delegate tasks, and take initiative when leading a project. Later in my career, I will implement these leadership skills with vet practice, contributing to conservation efforts, team leading, and advocating for marine practices that are sustainable. My eventual goal is to apply my skills and education to solve current problems within the spheres of marine conservation, animal health, and sustainable practices. This makes me want to have a tangible impact not just in veterinary medicine, but in bettering our relationship with the environment. Leadership, perseverance, and a deep sense of purpose will, I believe, carry me through any obstacle and contribute greatly to the world of STEM.

It is through hardships-a childhood with extreme difficulties that influenced both my personal identity and my vocational aspirations-that I came of age. Born into a family bereft of college degrees and riddled with abuse and drug problems, I learned to overcome adversity rather early in life. Indeed, there were so many reasons driving, even given the absence of resources, education, and support from those around me, why my dreams should never have gotten off the ground. I was told from a very young age, don't dream too big, do not stress yourself reaching to where you find yourself in the same situations of your parents, a situation of both physical and emotional abuse while juggling running from the police and finding highs in every way they could. I was told to take it easy and lay low, because I am “prone” to becoming an addict. But these challenges provided a spark to the love for learning, especially in the sciences and animal care, which catapulted me into the path of a career in STEM as an aquatic veterinarian, and truly make a difference in both people and animals lives. Right from the outset, my family's setting ingrained in me this hard drive to rise above the ashes. I saw how a lack of education and opportunity can limit one's potential, and that made me all the more determined to change my trajectory. While most people in my community couldn't pursue higher education, I knew that education, especially something as specialized as STEM, was going to be the key to my entering a different future. I was determined to pursue not just a career that would allow me a decent livelihood but also one that would give me the power to help animals and solve real-world problems. My love for animals started when I was young. Most of my childhood was spent attending to abandoned animals, and learning about animal behavior. As I continue to learn and grow, my interest only deepens my commitment to studying veterinary science and pursuing a career where I could directly impact the well-being of marine animals. Being a young woman in STEM, I've had my fair share of obstacles. STEM fields, veterinary medicine in particular, are still so male-dominated; it often feels as though one is trying to break through a glass ceiling. These experiences, though overwhelming, have helped me build my resilience, sharpen my problem-solving skills, and develop the tenacity necessary for success. One of my biggest dreams is to be able to have a young girl look at me in my field and think “If she can do it, so can I”. Extracurriculars have played an essential role in developing my leadership abilities. I’ve volunteered with animal rights groups, participated in environmental science projects, and been involved in several STEM clubs throughout my high school and current college freshman year. and started my journey to be an RA next year. I’ve learned how to motivate others, delegate tasks, and take initiative when leading a project. Later in my career, I will implement these leadership skills with vet practice, contributing to conservation efforts, team leading, and advocating for marine practices that are sustainable. My eventual goal is to apply my skills and education to solve current problems within the spheres of marine conservation, animal health, and sustainable practices. This makes me want to have a tangible impact not just in veterinary medicine, but in bettering our relationship with the environment. Leadership, perseverance, and a deep sense of purpose will, I believe, carry me through any obstacle and contribute greatly to the world of STEM.

Growing up with drug-addicted parents can have an intense impact on the mental health of a child, which can cause or develop many kinds of mental disorders such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Major depressive disorder, general anxiety among others. Growing up with parents addicted to drugs brought a whole different meaning in my perspective concerning mental health and the essence of searching for healthy coping mechanisms. My most significant coping mechanism has been my love for animals; this has played an important role in maintaining my mental well-being and has curated my dreams for the future. Growing up with addicted parents means one has continuously fought against uncertainty, fear, and feelings of instability. The chaos of addiction created an environment of neglect, emotional abuse, and even physical abuse. The erratic behavior associated with substance abuse has left lasting scars on my mind and it could easily have forced intense symptoms of PTSD such as flashbacks, nightmares, hypervigilance, and avoidance behaviors-symptoms that became part of my major depressive disorder and general anxiety. Amidst the struggles of my childhood, animals became my sanctuary. Their unconditional love and non-judgmental presence provided solace in times of distress. Whether it was cuddling with my ESA dog Jessie after a particularly traumatic episode, finding peace in the fragility and calmness of my bearded dragon Circe, or boosting my adrenaline through my always active and energetic guinea pigs Dale and Mr. Jingles, animals offered me a sense of security and comfort that was lacking in my human relationships. Research has shown that contact with animals can alleviate stress, anxiety, and depression, and for me, this was indeed so. Taking care of animals also led me to develop a sense of responsibility and purpose. In all the turmoil of the effects of my parents' addiction and my major depression, I found stability in the routine of feeding, grooming, cleaning, and exercising my pets. In turn, their dependence on me gave me the encouragement to rise in the morning and the assurance that I was indeed capable of loving and taking care of others, no matter the dysfunction around me. This was a vital sense of efficacy for rebuilding shattered self-esteem and protection against adversity. Furthermore, my love for animals taught me valuable lessons in empathy, compassion, and linkage. Animals possess the uncanny skill of intuitively sensing human emotions and responding to them, most often with solace and comfort without the use of words. I learned through taking care of them how to nurture a relationship based on trust, respect, and mutual understanding-qualities mostly absent from my family setting. As I went through adolescence to adulthood, this attachment with animals would remain one of the strongholds and anchorage that helped me build stability in life. From working in animal shelters to horseback riding, and down to simple times with my pets, time spent with them was a solace. Animals were companions, confidants, and providers of joy when struggles hit hard. In essence, growing up with drug-addicted parents has driven home in my mind the value of mental health. Through the stormy events of my childhood, I have grasped the fragile nature of mental well-being and how necessary it is to seek out positive coping mechanisms. My love for animals has been one essential basis for maintaining my mental health, providing me comfort, purpose, and a sense of connectedness. As I go on, I have become thankful for the timeless support and companionship the animals have been able to bring in my life, reminding me that there is always hope and healing available even in the bleakest moments.

It is through hardships-a childhood with extreme difficulties that influenced both my personal identity and my vocational aspirations-that I came of age. Born into a family bereft of college degrees and riddled with abuse and drug problems, I learned to overcome adversity rather early in life. Indeed, there were so many reasons driving, even given the absence of resources, education, and support from those around me, why my dreams should never have gotten off the ground. I was told from a very young age, don't dream too big, do not stress yourself reaching to where you find yourself in the same situations of your parents, a situation of both physical and emotional abuse while juggling running from the police and finding highs in every way they could. I was told to take it easy and lay low, because I am “prone” to becoming an addict. But these challenges provided a spark to the love for learning, especially in the sciences and animal care, which catapulted me into the path of a career in STEM as an aquatic veterinarian, and truly make a difference in both people and animals lives. Right from the outset, my family's setting ingrained in me this hard drive to rise above the ashes. I saw how a lack of education and opportunity can limit one's potential, and that made me all the more determined to change my trajectory. While most people in my community couldn't pursue higher education, I knew that education, especially something as specialized as STEM, was going to be the key to my entering a different future. I was determined to pursue not just a career that would allow me a decent livelihood but also one that would give me the power to help animals and solve real-world problems. My love for animals started when I was young. Most of my childhood was spent attending to abandoned animals, and learning about animal behavior. As I continue to learn and grow, my interest only deepens my commitment to studying veterinary science and pursuing a career where I could directly impact the well-being of marine animals. Being a young woman in STEM, I've had my fair share of obstacles. STEM fields, veterinary medicine in particular, are still so male-dominated; it often feels as though one is trying to break through a glass ceiling. These experiences, though overwhelming, have helped me build my resilience, sharpen my problem-solving skills, and develop the tenacity necessary for success. One of my biggest dreams is to be able to have a young girl look at me in my field and think “If she can do it, so can I”. Extracurricular's have played an essential role in developing my leadership abilities. I’ve volunteered with animal rights groups, participated in environmental science projects, and been involved in several STEM clubs throughout my high school and current college freshman year. and started my journey to be an RA next year. I’ve learned how to motivate others, delegate tasks, and take initiative when leading a project. Later in my career, I will implement these leadership skills with vet practice, contributing to conservation efforts, team leading, and advocating for marine practices that are sustainable. My eventual goal is to apply my skills and education to solve current problems within the spheres of marine conservation, animal health, and sustainable practices. This makes me want to have a tangible impact not just in veterinary medicine, but in bettering our relationship with the environment. Leadership, perseverance, and a deep sense of purpose will, I believe, carry me through any obstacle and contribute greatly to the world of STEM.

It is through hardships-a childhood with extreme difficulties that influenced both my personal identity and my vocational aspirations-that I came of age. Born into a family bereft of college degrees and riddled with abuse and drug problems, I learned to overcome adversity rather early in life. Indeed, there were so many reasons driving, even given the absence of resources, education, and support from those around me, why my dreams should never have gotten off the ground. I was told from a very young age, don't dream too big, do not stress yourself reaching to where you find yourself in the same situations of your parents, a situation of both physical and emotional abuse while juggling running from the police and finding highs in every way they could. I was told to take it easy and lay low, because I am “prone” to becoming an addict. But these challenges provided a spark to the love for learning, especially in the sciences and animal care, which catapulted me into the path of a career in STEM as an aquatic veterinarian, and truly make a difference in both people and animals lives. Right from the outset, my family's setting ingrained in me this hard drive to rise above the ashes. I saw how a lack of education and opportunity can limit one's potential, and that made me all the more determined to change my trajectory. While most people in my community couldn't pursue higher education, I knew that education, especially something as specialized as STEM, was going to be the key to my entering a different future. I was determined to pursue not just a career that would allow me a decent livelihood but also one that would give me the power to help animals and solve real-world problems. My love for animals started when I was young. Most of my childhood was spent attending to abandoned animals, and learning about animal behavior. As I continue to learn and grow, my interest only deepens my commitment to studying veterinary science and pursuing a career where I could directly impact the well-being of marine animals. Being a young woman in STEM, I've had my fair share of obstacles. STEM fields, veterinary medicine in particular, are still so male-dominated; it often feels as though one is trying to break through a glass ceiling. These experiences, though overwhelming, have helped me build my resilience, sharpen my problem-solving skills, and develop the tenacity necessary for success. One of my biggest dreams is to be able to have a young girl look at me in my field and think “If she can do it, so can I”. Extracurricular's have played an essential role in developing my leadership abilities. I’ve volunteered with animal rights groups, participated in environmental science projects, and been involved in several STEM clubs throughout my high school and current college freshman year. and started my journey to be an RA next year. I’ve learned how to motivate others, delegate tasks, and take initiative when leading a project. Later in my career, I will implement these leadership skills with vet practice, contributing to conservation efforts, team leading, and advocating for marine practices that are sustainable. My eventual goal is to apply my skills and education to solve current problems within the spheres of marine conservation, animal health, and sustainable practices. This makes me want to have a tangible impact not just in veterinary medicine, but in bettering our relationship with the environment. Leadership, perseverance, and a deep sense of purpose will, I believe, carry me through any obstacle and contribute greatly to the world of STEM.

In the tapestry that is my life, mental health and parental addiction are threads that have inextricably intertwined-one turning different forever affects in my mind. Since birth, I had been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parent's favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are between 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. Since the day I was able to form my own thoughts, it has been shoved in my face.I am constantly reminded on an ongoing basis "Don't turn out like your mom", or "Don't be like your Dad". That made statements like "You sound like your dad right now", and "You look just like you Mom" feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don't slip up. Of course, when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. The majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 was spent going in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed suicide attempts and excessive self-harm. In 2022, lots of different medication switches, 2 school changes, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and an immense amount of therapy and psychiatry sessions made me feel like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then came April 1st, 2022, when I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. I lost my dad; however now I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. While it took me some time to get back up on my feet and become myself again, I continued therapy, taking my meds, and striving through school. Though the shadows of the past may still remain, I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior tempered in the trial of adversity into one of newfound purpose and resilience. My struggles have made me who I am, and without them, I would not be nearly as resilient or dedicated as I am today. This is why I have chosen to speak of them today. I have learned, through introspection and self-discovery, to navigate the complexities of my own mind with much grace and compassion-to embrace it with open arms and a steadfast resolve. Though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk upon it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds.

It is through hardships-a childhood with extreme difficulties that influenced both my personal identity and my vocational aspirations-that I came of age. Born into a family bereft of college degrees and riddled with abuse and drug problems, I learned to overcome adversity rather early in life. Indeed, there were so many reasons driving, even given the absence of resources, education, and support from those around me, why my dreams should never have gotten off the ground. I was told from a very young age, don't dream too big, do not stress yourself reaching to where you find yourself in the same situations of your parents, a situation of both physical and emotional abuse while juggling running from the police and finding highs in every way they could. I was told to take it easy and lay low, because I am “prone” to becoming an addict. But these challenges provided a spark to the love for learning, especially in the sciences and animal care, which catapulted me into the path of a career in STEM as an aquatic veterinarian, and truly make a difference in both people and animals lives. Right from the outset, my family's setting ingrained in me this hard drive to rise above the ashes. I saw how a lack of education and opportunity can limit one's potential, and that made me all the more determined to change my trajectory. While most people in my community couldn't pursue higher education, I knew that education, especially something as specialized as STEM, was going to be the key to my entering a different future. I was determined to pursue not just a career that would allow me a decent livelihood but also one that would give me the power to help animals and solve real-world problems. My love for animals started when I was young. Most of my childhood was spent attending to abandoned animals, and learning about animal behavior. As I continue to learn and grow, my interest only deepens my commitment to studying veterinary science and pursuing a career where I could directly impact the well-being of marine animals. Being a young woman in STEM, I've had my fair share of obstacles. STEM fields, veterinary medicine in particular, are still so male-dominated; it often feels as though one is trying to break through a glass ceiling. These experiences, though overwhelming, have helped me build my resilience, sharpen my problem-solving skills, and develop the tenacity necessary for success. One of my biggest dreams is to be able to have a young girl look at me in my field and think “If she can do it, so can I”. Extracurricular's have played an essential role in developing my leadership abilities. I’ve volunteered with animal rights groups, participated in environmental science projects, and been involved in several STEM clubs throughout my high school and current college freshman year. and started my journey to be an RA next year. I’ve learned how to motivate others, delegate tasks, and take initiative when leading a project. Later in my career, I will implement these leadership skills with vet practice, contributing to conservation efforts, team leading, and advocating for marine practices that are sustainable. My eventual goal is to apply my skills and education to solve current problems within the spheres of marine conservation, animal health, and sustainable practices. This makes me want to have a tangible impact not just in veterinary medicine, but in bettering our relationship with the environment. Leadership, perseverance, and a deep sense of purpose will, I believe, carry me through any obstacle and contribute greatly to the world of STEM.

Growing up with drug-addicted parents can have an intense impact on a child's mental health, often leading to mental disorders like PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), Major depressive disorder, general anxiety, and so much more. The experience of growing up with drug addicted parents shaped my understanding of the importance of mental health and the significance of finding healthy coping mechanisms. For me, the biggest coping mechanism has been my love for animals, which has played a crucial role in maintaining my mental well-being, and has curated my dreams for the future. Living with parents struggling with addiction is a constant battle with uncertainty, fear, and instability. The chaos of addiction created an environment of neglect, emotional abuse, and even physical abuse. Witnessing the erratic behavior associated with substance abuse left lasting scars on my mind, and led to intense symptoms of PTSD such as flashbacks, nightmares, hypervigilance, and avoidance behaviors, as well as my major depressive disorder and general anxiety. Amidst the struggles of my childhood, animals became my sanctuary. Their unconditional love and non-judgmental presence provided solace in times of distress. Whether it was cuddling with my ESA dog Jessie after a particularly traumatic episode, finding peace in the fragility and calmness of my bearded dragon Circe, or boosting my adrenaline through my always active and energetic guinea pigs Dale and Mr.Jingles, animals offered me a sense of security and comfort that was lacking in my human relationships. Research has shown that interactions with animals can reduce stress, anxiety, and depression, and for me, this was undoubtedly true. Caring for animals also instilled in me a sense of responsibility and purpose. Throughout the chaos of the affects of my parents' addiction and my major depression, I found stability in the routine of feeding, grooming, cleaning, and exercising my pets. Their dependence on me gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning and reminded me that I was capable of providing love and care, despite the dysfunction surrounding me. This sense of efficacy was crucial in rebuilding my self-esteem and resilience in the face of adversity. Furthermore, my love for animals taught me valuable lessons about empathy, compassion, and connection. Animals have a unique ability to sense and respond to human emotions, often providing comfort and support without the need for words. Through caring for animals, I learned the importance of nurturing relationships based on trust, respect, and mutual understanding – qualities that were often lacking in my family environment. As I journeyed through adolescence and into adulthood, my bond with animals remained a constant source of strength and stability. Whether it was volunteering at an animal shelter, horseback riding, or simply spending time with my own pets, I found refuge in the company of animals. They served as loyal companions, confidants, and sources of joy amidst life's challenges. In conclusion, growing up with drug-addicted parents has underscored the importance of mental health in my life. Through the tumultuous experiences of my childhood, I have come to understand the fragility of mental well-being and the necessity of finding healthy coping mechanisms. My love for animals has been instrumental in maintaining my mental health, providing me with comfort, purpose, and a sense of connection. As I continue on my journey, I am grateful for the unwavering support and companionship that animals have provided me, reminding me that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope and healing to be found.

Growing up with drug-addicted parents can have a profound impact on a child's mental health, often leading to conditions like PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). This experience has shaped my understanding of the importance of mental health and the significance of finding healthy coping mechanisms. For me, one such mechanism has been my love for animals, which has played a crucial role in maintaining my mental well-being, and creating my dreams for the future. Living with parents struggling with addiction is a constant battle with uncertainty, fear, and instability. The chaos of addiction creates an environment marked by neglect, emotional abuse, and sometimes even physical danger. Witnessing the erratic behavior associated with substance abuse leaves lasting scars on a child's psyche, leading to symptoms of PTSD such as flashbacks, nightmares, hypervigilance, and avoidance behaviors. These experiences taught me early on that mental health is not something to be taken for granted; it is fragile and must be nurtured and protected. Amidst the turmoil of my childhood, animals became my sanctuary. Their unconditional love and non-judgmental presence provided solace in times of distress. Whether it was cuddling with my ESA dog Jessie after a particularly traumatic episode, finding peace in the fragility and calmness of my bearded dragon Circe, or boosting my adrenaline through my always active and energetic guinea pigs Dale and Mr.Jingles, animals offered me a sense of security and comfort that was lacking in my human relationships. Research has shown that interactions with animals can reduce stress, anxiety, and depression, and for me, this was undoubtedly true. Caring for animals also instilled in me a sense of responsibility and purpose. Amidst the chaos of addiction, I found stability in the routine of feeding, grooming, cleaning, and exercising my pets. Their dependence on me gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning and reminded me that I was capable of providing love and care, despite the dysfunction surrounding me. This sense of efficacy was crucial in rebuilding my self-esteem and resilience in the face of adversity. Furthermore, my love for animals taught me valuable lessons about empathy, compassion, and connection. Animals have a unique ability to sense and respond to human emotions, often providing comfort and support without the need for words. Through caring for animals, I learned the importance of nurturing relationships based on trust, respect, and mutual understanding – qualities that were often lacking in my familial environment. As I journeyed through adolescence and into adulthood, my bond with animals remained a constant source of strength and stability. Whether it was volunteering at an animal shelter, horseback riding, or simply spending time with my own pets, I found refuge in the company of animals. They served as loyal companions, confidants, and sources of joy amidst life's challenges. In conclusion, growing up with drug-addicted parents has underscored the importance of mental health in my life. Through the tumultuous experiences of my childhood, I have come to understand the fragility of mental well-being and the necessity of finding healthy coping mechanisms. My love for animals has been instrumental in maintaining my mental health, providing me with comfort, purpose, and a sense of connection. As I continue on my journey, I am grateful for the unwavering support and companionship that animals have provided me, reminding me that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope and healing to be found.

I grew up in a single grandparent home because of drug addicted parents so my educational journey was shaped by that. My academic performance, emotional well being and overall development. From a young age I was raised by my grandmother as my parents were addicted. She provided stability and love but I felt deprived and abandoned. This emotional turmoil would often spill over into my academic life and I would struggle to focus in school and fully engage in my studies. Education became a sanctuary and a battlefield. On one hand school provided structure, routine and normalcy. Teachers and counselors became sources of stability and encouragement and offered me support beyond the academic curriculum. On the other hand the stress, emotional baggage and confusion from home would seep into my academic performance. I would struggle to focus on assignments or participate in class discussions, feeling overwhelmed by personal struggles that my peers couldn’t relate to. I felt ashamed. And the financial strain of raising a child on a limited income meant more stress and shame for a young child. Things that many of my peers took for granted such as summer camps or educational trips were just out of reach. Socially growing up in this situation could be isolating. It’s hard to explain to classmates why your parents aren’t at school events or why you live with your grandparents or why you’re wearing your brother’s old clothes. This sense of difference would lead to shame and isolation and impact self esteem and social interactions crucial for development. But amidst all this adversity resilience grew. The challenges I faced planted a determination to succeed against the odds. Education became not just a means of learning but a way to escape the cycle of addiction and poverty. My grandmother’s unwavering belief in the power of education became a guiding light and motivated me to strive for academic excellence. Navigating the education system as a child from a troubled home also exposed the systemic issues. Schools often don’t support students like me enough, lack of resources to address emotional needs or provide individualized academic support. The gap between educational policy and the reality of students lives outside school grew wider and many children from troubled homes were at a disadvantage. Each small win, whether a passing grade or a teacher’s words of encouragement would reinforce my belief in myself. In summary growing up in a single grandparent home because of drug addicted parents shaped my educational journey. It presented unique challenges that affected my academic performance, emotional well being and social development. But it also instilled in me resilience and a deep appreciation for the power of education to overcome adversity. My experiences highlights the need for support systems within schools and communities to support children like me to reach their full potential.

In the tapestry of my life, the threads of mental health and parental addiction have woven together inextricably, each forming different forever affects on my mind. From the day I was born, I have been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parents favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. This statistic has been shoved in my face since the day I was able to form my own thoughts. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been told “Don’t turn out like your mom”, or “Don’t be like your Dad”. That made statements like “You sound like your dad right now”, and “You look just like you Mom” feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don’t slip up. So of course when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. I spent the majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed attempts and self harm. In 2022, through lots of different medication switches, a school change, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and countless hours of therapy and psychiatry sessions, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, April 1st of 2022, I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. After losing my dad, I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. I continued therapy, taking my meds, and strived through school. I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior who has emerged from the crucible of adversity with newfound purpose and resilience. My struggles have made me who I am, and I would not be nearly as resilient or dedicated as I am today without them. This is why I chose to talk about them today. I have learned to navigate the complexities of my mind with grace and compassion, embracing the journey. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds. The road ahead will be difficult, but my dream of becoming an aquatic veterinarian keeps me going. However, in order to be an aquatic veterinarian, I not only have to pay undergrad tuition, but also a minimum of four years in vet school. I have no financial support and a scholarship like this would really lift a weight off of my shoulders. I would be able to focus on my school rather than worrying about paying the next tuition bill.

Ever since I was a kid, I found sanctuary in animals. My parents were abusive drug addicts, and dragged me around people as such. Unfortunately, this need to me not believing in people. I hated being around others, and found safety in animals. The moment I knew I wanted to make a difference in the animal world was when my pit bull, Roscoe, was taken from me. He was a big sweet baby who had been through unfortunate circumstances, just like myself. He struggled with trusting others because of what he had been through, and acted out of fear. Sounds like someone I know. Somehow, we had an understanding of each other and he learned to trust me almost immediately. I would spend my afternoons laying with him in the sun, looking at clouds trying to point them out as objects and animals like he could understand me. The loyalty of a dog is unmatched. I’m not sure if my dad was jealous, or if he just needed another living thing to take his anger out on, but he would hit Roscoe. Sometimes he would start to go for me, but Roscoe would step in-front like he was my war shield, ready for battle. He never attacked my dad, just took the heat. Once my dad left, there wasn’t really anything to shield me from. My grandpa lived with us, and he didn’t really like Roscoe either. He would smack him if he got in the way, or scream in his face for existing. I knew it wasn’t fair for Roscoe, but I didn’t expect what happened next. I think Roscoe knew I was safe, at least I like to think so, so he attempted to run away. His journey was cut very short. All Roscoe had ever known besides my love was abuse from all other humans he met. When he jumped the fence, the neighbors were out playing. They tried to stop Roscoe and restrain him, so Roscoe bit one of the kids. In consequence, they threatened to call animal control if we didn’t take him to the pound. I figured this meant we would stop leaving him outside all day in the heat as an “outside dog” and take him in. I thought he would finally get to know what air conditioning was like, he would be able to feel where I slept every night. But this was not the case. I came back from school one day, and I went out to the back to look at clouds with Roscoe like I always did. He was not there, nor was his house. He was gone. They had taken him to the pound. My sanctuary was gone. Roscoe was one of the greatest losses I have ever experienced. I am forever grateful for the loyalty and love he taught me that all animals have the capability of doing. Roscoe showed me what my true calling in life is, and I have not let anything stop me from being able to reach that goal, the goal of rehabilitating and being able to re-connect abused animals to the possible love of humans.

In the tapestry of my life, the threads of mental health and parental addiction have woven together inextricably, each forming different forever affects on my mind. From the day I was born, I have been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parents favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. This statistic has been shoved in my face since the day I was able to form my own thoughts. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been told “Don’t turn out like your mom”, or “Don’t be like your Dad”. That made statements like “You sound like your dad right now”, and “You look just like you Mom” feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don’t slip up. So of course when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. I spent the majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed attempts and self harm. In 2022, through lots of different medication switches, a school change, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and countless hours of therapy and psychiatry sessions, I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, April 1st of 2022, I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. After losing my dad, I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. I continued therapy, taking my meds, and strived through school. Though the shadows of the past may remain, I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior who has emerged from the crucible of adversity with newfound purpose and resilience. My struggles have made me who I am, and I would not be nearly as resilient or dedicated as I am today without them. This is why I chose to talk about them today. Through introspection and self-discovery, I have learned to navigate the complexities of my own mind with grace and compassion, embracing the journey with open arms and a steadfast resolve. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds. The road ahead will be difficult, but my dream of becoming an aquatic veterinarian, and breaking the stigma of addicts' children are failures, keeps me going. I want to make a difference in the world. However, in order to be an aquatic veterinarian, I not only have to pay undergrad tuition, but also a minimum of four years in vet school. I have very little to no support and a scholarship like this would really lift a weight off of my shoulders. I would be able to focus on my school and ambitions rather than laying awake at night worrying about paying the next tuition bill.

In my Junior year, I walked into my AP English 3 classroom to find it adorned with music posters, cat photos, and a comforting ambiance. Ms. Gregory, with her strikingly orange hair and folksy attire, initially struck fear into my heart. Rumors painted her as the toughest English grader, notorious for drowning students in assignments and leaving little room for a social life. However, my fears were quickly dispelled. Instead of a grueling workload, I found myself immersed in a semester filled with laughter, stimulating Socratic seminars, and Fitzgerald's masterpiece, The Great Gatsby. Junior year proved to be one of the most challenging periods of my life. The passing of my father during the second semester of my sophomore year had already tested my resilience, but transitioning to a new school, in a new city, and adapting to a new living situation amplified those challenges. It was during this turbulent time that Ms. Gregory's classroom became my sanctuary—a safe haven where I could find solace and camaraderie amidst the chaos. Her unwavering support and the welcoming atmosphere she cultivated played a pivotal role in helping me navigate through the uncertainties of my junior year. Recognizing the profound impact Ms. Gregory had on me, it was an easy decision to request to be her teacher's aide during my senior year when an open period appeared in my schedule. Graciously, she accepted, and throughout the year, her guidance and encouragement proved invaluable as I faced numerous obstacles. Whether it was academic struggles or personal hardships, Ms. Gregory was there, offering wisdom, empathy, and a steady hand to guide me through. Going through a torrent of life's storms can make anyone feel like they're navigating a tempest in a teapot. Picture me, caught in the whirlwind of being kicked out, losing both grandparents, watching my beloved pet cross the rainbow bridge, and to top it off, having to bid farewell to my faithful four-wheeled companion. It was like a comedy of errors, but without the laugh track. She wasn't just a beacon of wisdom; she was a walking, talking counseling center with a penchant for tiktok jokes. Amidst the chaos, she became my rock, my confidant, and my personal stand-up comedian. As I mourned the loss of my grandparents, Ms.Gregory didn't shy away from the uncomfortable. She shared stories of her own losses, proving that even the darkest nights eventually give way to dawn. When my bearded dragon, Circe, shuffled off to pet heaven, Ms.Gregory was there with tissues and tales of her own dearly departed pets(which were only cats). Through it all, Ms. Gregory showed me that life's calamities are just pit stops on the highway of existence. With a listening ear, incredible humor, and a wealth of wisdom, she guided me through the storm, proving that even in the darkest of times, there's always a silver lining – even if it's hidden behind a thick layer of clouds.

In the tapestry of my life, the threads of mental health and parental addiction have woven together inextricably, each forming different forever affects on my mind. From the day I was born, I have been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parents favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. This statistic has been shoved in my face since the day I was able to form my own thoughts. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been told “Don’t turn out like your mom”, or “Don’t be like your Dad”. That made statements like “You sound like your dad right now”, and “You look just like you Mom” feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don’t slip up. So of course when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. I spent the majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed attempts and self harm. In 2022, through lots of different medication switches, a school change, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and countless hours of therapy and psychiatry sessions, I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, April 1st of 2022, I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. After losing my dad, I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. I continued therapy, taking my meds, and strived through school. Though the shadows of the past may remain, I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior who has emerged from the crucible of adversity with newfound purpose and resilience. Through introspection and self-discovery, I have learned to navigate the complexities of my own mind with grace and compassion, embracing the journey with open arms and a steadfast resolve. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds.

Volunteering at drug rehabilitation centers and homeless events holds personal significance for me. Growing up with parents battling addiction, I witnessed the devastating effects firsthand. After my father's overdose in 2022, I started taking initiative to volunteer for drug rehabilitation centers and homelessness events. Whether it’s cooking, offering a listening ear, or helping with basic needs, volunteering has become such an important part of my life. Volunteering allows me to channel my grief into something positive, providing compassion and assistance to individuals who need it. Working at drug rehabilitation centers, I've seen the power of support networks and treatment programs. Every small gesture can make a significant difference in someone's life. Through volunteering, I honor my father's memory by helping others navigate the path to recovery and stability. It's a way for me to turn personal pain into purpose, fostering empathy and understanding in the face of adversity. In these moments of service, I find healing and hope, knowing that my efforts contribute to a brighter future for individuals and families affected by addiction and homelessness. Throughout this journey, my biggest goal is to start my own nonprofit support network/treatment program. I know this is a very big task, but I have had a plan set for a long time. I am majoring in pre-veterinary medicine with the plan of Aquatic Veterinary medicine. This way I can do what I love, and help suffering animals, while gaining the money able to start a genuine and successful drug rehabilitation treatment program. Starting a program as such does not take just dedication, collaboration, and a commitment to making a positive difference in the lives of individuals struggling with addiction. It also unfortunately, takes the ability to dig deep into your pockets. Attainting a location, supplies, visibility, etc. costs a lot. That is why I want to start my career first. While it may take a while to open up a rehabilitation center, aquatic veterinary medicine plays a crucial role in giving back to the community and is deeply rooted in care and compassion for aquatic animals. Aquatic veterinary medicine is a field driven by love and dedication to the well-being of aquatic animals and the health of our planet's oceans, rivers, and lakes. Through expertise, compassion, and commitment to service, aquatic veterinarians make a positive impact on the community and contribute to the greater good of our world's aquatic ecosystems.

Growing up with drug-addicted parents can have a profound impact on a child's mental health, often leading to conditions like PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). This experience has shaped my understanding of the importance of mental health and the significance of finding healthy coping mechanisms. For me, one such mechanism has been my love for animals, which has played a crucial role in maintaining my mental well-being, and creating my dreams for the future. Living with parents struggling with addiction is a constant battle with uncertainty, fear, and instability. The chaos of addiction creates an environment marked by neglect, emotional abuse, and sometimes even physical danger. Witnessing the erratic behavior associated with substance abuse leaves lasting scars on a child's psyche, leading to symptoms of PTSD such as flashbacks, nightmares, hypervigilance, and avoidance behaviors. These experiences taught me early on that mental health is not something to be taken for granted; it is fragile and must be nurtured and protected. Amidst the turmoil of my childhood, animals became my sanctuary. Their unconditional love and non-judgmental presence provided solace in times of distress. Whether it was cuddling with my ESA dog Jessie after a particularly traumatic episode, finding peace in the fragility and calmness of my bearded dragon Circe, or boosting my adrenaline through my always active and energetic guinea pigs Dale and Mr.Jingles, animals offered me a sense of security and comfort that was lacking in my human relationships. Research has shown that interactions with animals can reduce stress, anxiety, and depression, and for me, this was undoubtedly true. Caring for animals also instilled in me a sense of responsibility and purpose. Amidst the chaos of addiction, I found stability in the routine of feeding, grooming, cleaning, and exercising my pets. Their dependence on me gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning and reminded me that I was capable of providing love and care, despite the dysfunction surrounding me. This sense of efficacy was crucial in rebuilding my self-esteem and resilience in the face of adversity. Furthermore, my love for animals taught me valuable lessons about empathy, compassion, and connection. Animals have a unique ability to sense and respond to human emotions, often providing comfort and support without the need for words. Through caring for animals, I learned the importance of nurturing relationships based on trust, respect, and mutual understanding – qualities that were often lacking in my familial environment. As I journeyed through adolescence and into adulthood, my bond with animals remained a constant source of strength and stability. Whether it was volunteering at an animal shelter, horseback riding, or simply spending time with my own pets, I found refuge in the company of animals. They served as loyal companions, confidants, and sources of joy amidst life's challenges. In conclusion, growing up with drug-addicted parents has underscored the importance of mental health in my life. Through the tumultuous experiences of my childhood, I have come to understand the fragility of mental well-being and the necessity of finding healthy coping mechanisms. My love for animals has been instrumental in maintaining my mental health, providing me with comfort, purpose, and a sense of connection. As I continue on my journey, I am grateful for the unwavering support and companionship that animals have provided me, reminding me that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope and healing to be found.

Ever since I was a kid, I found sanctuary in animals. My parents were abusive drug addicts, and dragged me around people as such. Unfortunately, this need to me not believing in people. I hated being around others, and found safety in animals. The moment I knew I wanted to make a difference in the animal world was when my pit bull, Roscoe, was taken from me. He was a big sweet baby who had been through unfortunate circumstances, just like myself. He struggled with trusting others because of what he had been through, and acted out of fear. Sounds like someone I know. Somehow, we had an understanding of each other and he learned to trust me almost immediately. I would spend my afternoons laying with him in the sun, looking at clouds trying to point them out as objects and animals like he could understand me. The loyalty of a dog is unmatched. I’m not sure if my dad was jealous, or if he just needed another living thing to take his anger out on, but he would hit Roscoe. Sometimes he would start to go for me, but Roscoe would step in-front like he was my war shield, ready for battle. He never attacked my dad, just took the heat. Once my dad left, there wasn’t really anything to shield me from. My grandpa lived with us, and he didn’t really like Roscoe either. He would smack him if he got in the way, or scream in his face for existing. I knew it wasn’t fair for Roscoe, but I didn’t expect what happened next. I think Roscoe knew I was safe, at least I like to think so, so he attempted to run away. His journey was cut very short. All Roscoe had ever known besides my love was abuse from all other humans he met. When he jumped the fence, the neighbors were out playing. They tried to stop Roscoe and restrain him, so Roscoe bit one of the kids. In consequence, they threatened to call animal control if we didn’t take him to the pound. I figured this meant we would stop leaving him outside all day in the heat as an “outside dog” and take him in. I thought he would finally get to know what air conditioning was like, he would be able to feel where I slept every night. But this was not the case. I came back from school one day, and I went out to the back to look at clouds with Roscoe like I always did. He was not there, nor was his house. He was gone. They had taken him to the pound. My sanctuary was gone. Roscoe was one of the greatest losses I have ever experienced. I am forever grateful for the loyalty and love he taught me that all animals have the capability of doing. Roscoe showed me what my true calling in life is, and I have not let anything stop me from being able to reach that goal, the goal of rehabilitating and being able to re-connect abused animals to the possible love of humans.

Volunteering at drug rehabilitation centers and homeless events holds personal significance for me. Growing up with both parents battling addiction, I witnessed the devastating effects firsthand. After my father's Fentanyl overdose in 2022, I started taking initiative to volunteer for men’s drug rehabilitation centers and homelessness events. Whether it’s cooking, offering a listening ear, or helping with basic needs, volunteering has become such an important part of my life. Volunteering allows me to channel my grief into something positive, providing compassion and assistance to individuals who need it the most. Working at drug rehabilitation centers, I've seen the power of support networks and treatment programs, both big and small. Every small gesture can make a significant difference in someone's life. Through volunteering, I honor my father's memory by helping others navigate the path to recovery and stability. It's a way for me to turn personal pain into purpose, fostering empathy and understanding in the face of adversity. In these moments of service, I find healing and hope, knowing that my efforts contribute to a brighter future for individuals and families affected by addiction and homelessness. Throughout this journey, my biggest goal is to start my own nonprofit support network/treatment program. I know this is a very big task, but I have had a plan set for a long time. I am majoring in pre-veterinary medicine with the plan of Aquatic Veterinary medicine. This way I can do what I love, and help suffering animals, while gaining the money able to start a genuine and successful drug rehabilitation treatment program. Starting a program as such does not take just dedication, collaboration, and a commitment to making a positive difference in the lives of individuals struggling with addiction. It also unfortunately, takes the ability to dig deep into your pockets. Attainting a location, supplies, visibility, etc. costs a lot. That is why I want to start my career first. While it may take a while to open up a rehabilitation center, aquatic veterinary medicine plays a crucial role in giving back to the community and is deeply rooted in care and compassion for aquatic animals. Aquatic veterinary medicine is a field driven by love and dedication to the well-being of aquatic animals and the health of our planet's oceans, rivers, and lakes. Through expertise, compassion, and commitment to service, aquatic veterinarians make an extremely positive impact on the community and contribute to the greater good of our world's aquatic ecosystems.

Ever since I was a kid, I found sanctuary in animals. My parents were abusive drug addicts, and dragged me around people as such. Unfortunately, this need to me not believing in people. I hated being around others, and found safety in animals. The moment I knew I wanted to make a difference in the animal world was when my pit bull, Roscoe, was taken from me. He was a big sweet baby who had been through unfortunate circumstances, just like myself. He struggled with trusting others because of what he had been through, and acted out of fear. Sounds like someone I know. Somehow, we had an understanding of each other and he learned to trust me almost immediately. I would spend my afternoons laying with him in the sun, looking at clouds trying to point them out as objects and animals like he could understand me. The loyalty of a dog is unmatched. I’m not sure if my dad was jealous, or if he just needed another living thing to take his anger out on, but he would hit Roscoe. Sometimes he would start to go for me, but Roscoe would step in-front like he was my war shield, ready for battle. He never attacked my dad, just took the heat. Once my dad left, there wasn’t really anything to shield me from. My grandpa lived with us, and he didn’t really like Roscoe either. He would smack him if he got in the way, or scream in his face for existing. I knew it wasn’t fair for Roscoe, but I didn’t expect what happened next. I think Roscoe knew I was safe, at least I like to think so, so he attempted to run away. His journey was cut very short. All Roscoe had ever known besides my love was abuse from all other humans he met. When he jumped the fence, the neighbors were out playing. They tried to stop Roscoe and restrain him, so Roscoe bit one of the kids. In consequence, they threatened to call animal control if we didn’t take him to the pound. I figured this meant we would stop leaving him outside all day in the heat as an “outside dog” and take him in. I thought he would finally get to know what air conditioning was like, he would be able to feel where I slept every night. But this was not the case. I came back from school one day, and I went out to the back to look at clouds with Roscoe like I always did. He was not there, nor was his house. He was gone. They had taken him to the pound. My sanctuary was gone. Roscoe was one of the greatest losses I have ever experienced. I am forever grateful for the loyalty and love he taught me that all animals have the capability of doing. Roscoe showed me what my true calling in life is, and I have not let anything stop me from being able to reach that goal, the goal of rehabilitating and being able to re-connect abused animals to the possible love of humans.

Volunteering at drug rehabilitation centers and homeless events holds personal significance for me. Growing up with both parents battling addiction, I witnessed the devastating effects firsthand. After my father's Fentanyl overdose in 2022, I started taking initiative to volunteer for men’s drug rehabilitation centers and homelessness events. Whether it’s cooking, offering a listening ear, or helping with basic needs, volunteering has become such an important part of my life. Volunteering allows me to channel my grief into something positive, providing compassion and assistance to individuals who need it the most. Working at drug rehabilitation centers, I've seen the power of support networks and treatment programs, both big and small. Every small gesture can make a significant difference in someone's life. Through volunteering, I honor my father's memory by helping others navigate the path to recovery and stability. It's a way for me to turn personal pain into purpose, fostering empathy and understanding in the face of adversity. In these moments of service, I find healing and hope, knowing that my efforts contribute to a brighter future for individuals and families affected by addiction and homelessness. Throughout this journey, my biggest goal is to start my own nonprofit support network/treatment program. I know this is a very big task, but I have had a plan set for a long time. I am majoring in pre-veterinary medicine with the plan of Aquatic Veterinary medicine. This way I can do what I love, and help suffering animals, while gaining the money able to start a genuine and successful drug rehabilitation treatment program. Starting a program as such does not take just dedication, collaboration, and a commitment to making a positive difference in the lives of individuals struggling with addiction. It also unfortunately, takes the ability to dig deep into your pockets. Attainting a location, supplies, visibility, etc. costs a lot. That is why I want to start my career first. While it may take a while to open up a rehabilitation center, aquatic veterinary medicine plays a crucial role in giving back to the community and is deeply rooted in care and compassion for aquatic animals. Aquatic veterinary medicine is a field driven by love and dedication to the well-being of aquatic animals and the health of our planet's oceans, rivers, and lakes. Through expertise, compassion, and commitment to service, aquatic veterinarians make an extremely positive impact on the community and contribute to the greater good of our world's aquatic ecosystems.

Volunteering at drug rehabilitation centers and homeless events holds personal significance for me. Growing up with both parents battling addiction, I witnessed the devastating effects firsthand. After my father's Fentanyl overdose in 2022, I started taking initiative to volunteer for men’s drug rehabilitation centers and homelessness events. Whether it’s cooking or offering a listening ear, volunteering has become such an important part of my life. Volunteering allows me to channel my grief into something positive, providing compassion and assistance to individuals who need it the most. Working at drug rehabilitation centers, I've seen the power of support networks and treatment programs, both big and small. Every small gesture can make a significant difference in someone's life. Through volunteering, I honor my father's memory by helping others navigate the path to recovery and stability. It's a way for me to turn personal pain into purpose, fostering empathy and understanding in the face of adversity. In these moments of service, I find healing and hope, knowing that my efforts contribute to a brighter future for individuals and families affected by addiction and homelessness. My biggest goal throughout this whole process is to be able to start my own support network one day.

Childhood trauma of abuse and addiction affects a person's life forever. In the tapestry of my life, the threads of mental health and parental addiction have woven together inextricably, each forming different forever affects on my mind. From the day I was born, I have been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parents favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. This statistic has been shoved in my face since the day I was able to form my own thoughts. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been told “Don’t turn out like your mom”, or “Don’t be like your Dad”. That made statements like “You sound like your dad right now”, and “You look just like you Mom” feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don’t slip up. So of course when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. I spent the majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed attempts and self harm. In 2022, through lots of different medication switches, a school change, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and countless hours of therapy and psychiatry sessions, I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, April 1st of 2022, I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. After losing my dad, I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. I continued therapy, taking my meds, and strived through school. I advocate through my friends constantly letting them know there is always someone there for them. I volunteer at dg rehabilitation centers and events for the homeless to try and help those in situations that were similar to mine in the past. Though the shadows of the past may remain, I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior who has emerged from the crucible of adversity with newfound purpose and resilience. Through introspection and self-discovery, I have learned to navigate the complexities of my own mind with grace and compassion, embracing the journey with open arms and a steadfast resolve. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds.

In the tapestry of my life, the threads of mental health and parental addiction have woven together inextricably, each forming different forever affects on my mind. From the day I was born, I have been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parents favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. This statistic has been shoved in my face since the day I was able to form my own thoughts. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been told “Don’t turn out like your mom”, or “Don’t be like your Dad”. That made statements like “You sound like your dad right now”, and “You look just like you Mom” feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don’t slip up. So of course when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. I spent the majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed attempts and self harm. In 2022, through lots of different medication switches, a school change, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and countless hours of therapy and psychiatry sessions, I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, April 1st of 2022, I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. After losing my dad, I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. I continued therapy, took my medications, and strived in school. Though the shadows of the past may remain, I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior who has emerged from the crucible of adversity with newfound purpose and resilience. Through introspection and self-discovery, I have learned to navigate the complexities of my own mind with grace and compassion, embracing the journey with open arms and a steadfast resolve. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds. Throughout my journey, I found sanctuary in animals. Unfortunately in my situation, being around the type of people my parents hung out with led to me not believing in people. I hated being around others and found safety in animals. He was a big sweet baby who had been through unfortunate circumstances, just like myself. He struggled with trusting others because of what he had been through. Somehow, we had an understanding of each other and he learned to trust me almost immediately. The loyalty of a dog is unmatched. I am forever grateful for the loyalty and love he taught me that all animals have the capability of doing. Roscoe showed me what my true calling in life is, and I have not let anything stop me from being able to reach that goal, the goal of rehabilitating and being able to re-connect abused animals to the possible love of humans.

In the tapestry of my life, the threads of mental health and parental addiction have woven together inextricably, each forming different forever affects on my mind. From the day I was born, I have been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parents favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. This statistic has been shoved in my face since the day I was able to form my own thoughts. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been told “Don’t turn out like your mom”, or “Don’t be like your Dad”. That made statements like “You sound like your dad right now”, and “You look just like you Mom” feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don’t slip up. So of course when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. I spent the majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed attempts and self harm. In 2022, through lots of different medication switches, a school change, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and countless hours of therapy and psychiatry sessions, I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, April 1st of 2022, I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. After losing my dad, I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. I continued therapy, Though the shadows of the past may remain, I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior who has emerged from the crucible of adversity with newfound purpose and resilience. Through introspection and self-discovery, I have learned to navigate the complexities of my own mind with grace and compassion, embracing the journey with open arms and a steadfast resolve. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds. Throughout my journey, I found sanctuary in animals. Unfortunately in my situation, being around the type of people my parents hung out with led to me not believing in people. I hated being around others and found safety in animals. The moment I knew I wanted to make a difference in the animal world was when my pit bull, Roscoe, was taken from me. He was a big sweet baby who had been through unfortunate circumstances, just like myself. He struggled with trusting others because of what he had been through, and acted out of fear. Sounds like someone I know. Somehow, we had an understanding of each other and he learned to trust me almost immediately. I would spend my afternoons laying with him in the sun, looking at clouds trying to point them out as objects and animals like he could understand me. The loyalty of a dog is unmatched. I’m not sure if my dad was jealous, or if he just needed another living thing to take his anger out on, but he would hit Roscoe. Sometimes he would start to go for me, but Roscoe would step in-front like he was my war shield, ready for battle. He never attacked my dad, just took the heat. Once my dad left, there wasn’t really anything to shield me from. My grandpa lived with us, and he didn’t really like Roscoe either. He would smack him if he got in the way, or scream in his face for existing. I knew it wasn’t fair for Roscoe, but I didn’t expect what happened next. I think Roscoe knew I was safe, at least I like to think so, so he attempted to run away. His journey was cut very short. All Roscoe had ever known besides my love was abuse from all other humans he met. When he jumped the fence, the neighbors were out playing. They tried to stop Roscoe and restrain him, so Roscoe bit one of the kids. In consequence, they threatened to call animal control if we didn’t take him to the pound. I figured this meant we would stop leaving him outside all day in the heat as an “outside dog” and take him in. I thought he would finally get to know what air conditioning was like, he would be able to feel where I slept every night. But this was not the case. I came back from school one day, and I went out to the back to look at clouds with Roscoe like I always did. He was not there, nor was his house. He was gone. They had taken him to the pound. My sanctuary was gone. Roscoe was one of the greatest losses I have ever experienced. I am forever grateful for the loyalty and love he taught me that all animals have the capability of doing. Roscoe showed me what my true calling in life is, and I have not let anything stop me from being able to reach that goal, the goal of rehabilitating and being able to re-connect abused animals to the possible love of humans.

In the tapestry of my life, the threads of mental health and parental addiction have woven together inextricably, each forming different forever affects on my mind. From the day I was born, I have been tossed around from family member to family member, dragged around to my parents favorite crack houses, and used as a tool to lie on their behalf. Children of addicts are 45% to 79% more likely to abuse drugs or alcohol compared to the general population. This statistic has been shoved in my face since the day I was able to form my own thoughts. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been told “Don’t turn out like your mom”, or “Don’t be like your Dad”. That made statements like “You sound like your dad right now”, and “You look just like you Mom” feel like an absolute stab in the heart. Everyone in my life has always spent their time with me trying to mold me into anything other than my parents. There are always eyes darted towards the back of my head making sure I don’t slip up. So of course when I slipped into a depressive state, alarms went blaring. I spent the majority of my time from 2019 to 2022 in and out of different treatments and mental hospitals for failed attempts and self harm. In 2022, through lots of different medication switches, a school change, ridiculous eating disorder clinics, and countless hours of therapy and psychiatry sessions, I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But then, April 1st of 2022, I found my Dad unconscious and blue on our bathroom floor. After losing my dad, I knew all of the work I had done could not go to waste. I continued therapy, Though the shadows of the past may remain, I refuse to be defined by the struggles of my parents or the scars they left upon my soul. I am a survivor, a warrior who has emerged from the crucible of adversity with newfound purpose and resilience. Through introspection and self-discovery, I have learned to navigate the complexities of my own mind with grace and compassion, embracing the journey with open arms and a steadfast resolve. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I walk it with a heart full of hope and a spirit that knows no bounds.

My favorite animal absolutely has to be the Siberian Tiger. Before my dad died, he was fascinated by tigers and lions, and when he looked at them you could see the mesmerization in his face as his eyes lit up and his smile went from ear to ear. I think that is the best way to describe how I feel when I see the beautiful Siberian tiger. Ever since I was a kid, I found sanctuary in animals. My parents were abusive drug addicts, and dragged me around people as such. Unfortunately, this need to me not believing in people. I hated being around others, and found safety in animals. The moment I knew I wanted to make a difference in the animal world was when my pit bull, Roscoe, was taken from me. He was a big sweet baby who had been through unfortunate circumstances, just like myself. He struggled with trusting others because of what he had been through, and acted out of fear. Sounds like someone I know. Somehow, we had an understanding of each other and he learned to trust me almost immediately. I would spend my afternoons laying with him in the sun, looking at clouds trying to point them out as objects and animals like he could understand me. The loyalty of a dog is unmatched. I’m not sure if my dad was jealous, or if he just needed another living thing to take his anger out on, but he would hit Roscoe. Sometimes he would start to go for me, but Roscoe would step in-front like he was my war shield, ready for battle. He never attacked my dad, just took the heat. Once my dad left, there wasn’t really anything to shield me from. My grandpa lived with us, and he didn’t really like Roscoe either. He would smack him if he got in the way, or scream in his face for existing. I knew it wasn’t fair for Roscoe, but I didn’t expect what happened next. I think Roscoe knew I was safe, at least I like to think so, so he attempted to run away. His journey was cut very short. All Roscoe had ever known besides my love was abuse from all other humans he met. When he jumped the fence, the neighbors were out playing. They tried to stop Roscoe and restrain him, so Roscoe bit one of the kids. In consequence, they threatened to call animal control if we didn’t take him to the pound. I figured this meant we would stop leaving him outside all day in the heat as an “outside dog” and take him in. I thought he would finally get to know what air conditioning was like, he would be able to feel where I slept every night. But this was not the case. I came back from school one day, and I went out to the back to look at clouds with Roscoe like I always did. He was not there, nor was his house. He was gone. They had taken him to the pound. My sanctuary was gone. Roscoe was one of the greatest losses I have ever experienced. I am forever grateful for the loyalty and love he taught me that all animals have the capability of doing. Roscoe showed me what my true calling in life is, and I have not let anything stop me from being able to reach that goal, the goal of rehabilitating and being able to re-connect abused animals to the possible love of humans.

Ever since I was a kid, I found sanctuary in animals. My parents were abusive drug addicts, and dragged me around people as such. Unfortunately, this need to me not believing in people. I hated being around others, and found safety in animals. The moment I knew I wanted to make a difference in the animal world was when my pit bull, Roscoe, was taken from me. He was a big sweet baby who had been through unfortunate circumstances, just like myself. He struggled with trusting others because of what he had been through, and acted out of fear. Sounds like someone I know. Somehow, we had an understanding of each other and he learned to trust me almost immediately. I would spend my afternoons laying with him in the sun, looking at clouds trying to point them out as objects and animals like he could understand me. The loyalty of a dog is unmatched. I’m not sure if my dad was jealous, or if he just needed another living thing to take his anger out on, but he would hit Roscoe. Sometimes he would start to go for me, but Roscoe would step in-front like he was my war shield, ready for battle. He never attacked my dad, just took the heat. Once my dad left, there wasn’t really anything to shield me from. My grandpa lived with us, and he didn’t really like Roscoe either. He would smack him if he got in the way, or scream in his face for existing. I knew it wasn’t fair for Roscoe, but I didn’t expect what happened next. I think Roscoe knew I was safe, at least I like to think so, so he attempted to run away. His journey was cut very short. All Roscoe had ever known besides my love was abuse from all other humans he met. When he jumped the fence, the neighbors were out playing. They tried to stop Roscoe and restrain him, so Roscoe bit one of the kids. In consequence, they threatened to call animal control if we didn’t take him to the pound. I figured this meant we would stop leaving him outside all day in the heat as an “outside dog” and take him in. I thought he would finally get to know what air conditioning was like, he would be able to feel where I slept every night. But this was not the case. I came back from school one day, and I went out to the back to look at clouds with Roscoe like I always did. He was not there, nor was his house. He was gone. They had taken him to the pound. My sanctuary was gone. Roscoe was one of the greatest losses I have ever experienced. I am forever grateful for the loyalty and love he taught me that all animals have the capability of doing. Roscoe showed me what my true calling in life is, and I have not let anything stop me from being able to reach that goal, the goal of rehabilitating and being able to re-connect abused animals to the possible love of humans.

My whole life, money has had such a big impact. Getting to enjoy life as a kid was heavily impacted by my families drug abuse and lack of education needed for a good job. In most cases, the relationship between money and happiness is nuanced, particularly for first-generation college students. First-generation college students frequently encounter financial hurdles that can significantly impact their happiness. Many come from low-income backgrounds, such as myself, where financial instability is a daily reality. In addition to financial constraints, first-generation students often face societal pressures related to money and success. Cultural expectations and social norms may emphasize material wealth as a marker of achievement, fostering a sense of inadequacy among those who lack affluent backgrounds. The pressure to excel academically and secure lucrative careers can exacerbate feelings of insecurity and self-doubt. I know personally, grades and success have always been an overbearing weight on my shoulders. This has come not just from pressure, but also the pure fear of having to live a life like my parents, or creating a life like that for my children. While financial constraints and societal pressures may pose significant challenges, the pursuit of higher education offers opportunities for personal and academic growth that transcend material wealth. Despite the challenges we may face, many first-generation college students remain resilient and determined to achieve their goals, such as myself. My dream to impact marine sciences and discover the deep ocean is unmatched to any other feeling. There are so many opportunities with discovering that most people have no idea about. The thought of being able to be apart of something so big and impactful makes me more excited than anything else. Who doesn’t want to be recognized as a scientist? Unfortunately, the burden of tuition fees, textbooks, housing costs, and other academic expenses can create immense stress and anxiety and limit my choices on where to even attend school in the first place. Being limited to my own scarce recourses for financial need will force myself and many other students in the same situation to juggle multiple jobs or take out loans, amplifying our worries about future debt. The constant struggle to pay tuition bills or pay for a book can overshadow moments of joy and accomplishment. Receiving scholarships as such, allow STEM students like myself to focus more on our research and groundbreaking discoveries rather than whether we will be able to afford to attend next semester or not.