In my community, homelessness is a pressing issue that affects many families, especially during the colder months. As a member of the National Honor Society and a former ambassador in a local youth foundation, I have seen firsthand the impact of this crisis and felt motivated to step up and help. What initially sparked my passion for helping the homeless was witnessing the overwhelming number of people seeking shelter at local homeless shelters. These shelters are often overcrowded, and their resources are stretched thin, especially during winter. Knowing that so many individuals lack basic needs like warmth and clothing drove me to take action. I began by jumping into a coat drive for local homeless shelters, working with my peers and school community to collect donations. The response was overwhelming, and we were able to deliver dozens of coats to those in need. Even personal families that struggle and need it. In addition to this, I have regularly donated to local collection boxes placed in my school, which send supplies directly to the main homeless helpers in my area. These small actions have already made a positive impact, but I know there is more work to be done. In the future, I hope to expand my efforts by organizing larger drives that address not only clothing but also other necessities that everyone needs like food, blankets, and hygiene products. Additionally, I plan to possibly collaborate with local businesses and organizations to create more long-term solutions, such as providing job training and affordable housing for homeless individuals. Through these experiences, I have learned the power of community action and the importance of giving back. I am committed to continuing my work to address homelessness and other social issues, and I believe that by working together, we can create lasting change in our communities.

I feel deeply passionate about creating a better future for everyone, especially those who face challenges that prevent them from living safe, healthy, and fulfilling lives. For me, this fact means using my skills and education to not only help others, but to make a meaningful and lasting difference in my community. I’m pursuing a biology degree because I believe that education is a powerful tool for improving lives, and I am determined to use my knowledge and passion to contribute to a more equitable and compassionate world. As a National Honor Society member, I have been involved in many community service projects, including donating to local homeless shelters and supporting organizations that help people in need. It made me reflect on the money struggles I've been through as well. These experiences have opened my eyes to more of the immense struggles many people face, whether due to financial hardship, lack of support, or limited access to resources. It’s been incredibly fulfilling to see how small acts of kindness, such as donating food, clothing, or time, can have a meaningful impact on those who are struggling. These experiences have inspired me to continue my service and pursue a career where I can help improve the lives of others in even greater ways. I am working toward a degree in biology because I want to use my education to address the pressing health and social issues that impact our communities. Although my focus is not solely on dentistry, I believe that by gaining a deeper understanding of biology, I will be able to better address issues of public health, education, and community well-being. Whether it's through direct healthcare, providing educational support, or advocating for healthier living conditions, I want to make sure that every person has access to the resources they need to thrive. In addition to my commitment to education and health, I am passionate about using my skills to address issues like economic struggle, access to healthcare, and community support. By continuing my studies, I hope to empower others to build better, safer futures for themselves. I am dedicated to helping vulnerable populations, as I understand the importance of having a support system that can provide both immediate care and long-term solutions. I plan to use my career to not only directly assist people, but also to educate and advocate for those who may not have a voice in the discussions that shape our society. I want to contribute to a world where everyone has the opportunity to live a healthy, safe, and fulfilling life. This scholarship would help me continue my education and provide me with the tools to build a future where I can make a difference, both locally and globally. I am committed to using my skills, education, and experiences to serve my community and ensure that everyone has a chance at a better life.

Whiplash is more than a movie about drumming. It’s an exploration of the fear of failing. The pursuit of perfection, and the impact it makes on those who strive to meet beyond high expectations. Watching Andrew Neiman, the film’s protagonist, push himself to the brink of physical and emotional exhaustion connected with me deeply. Like Andrew, I’ve felt the weight of expectations. Not from a demanding music teacher, but from my family. Even mostly myself. The film made me reflect on my own struggles with academic pressure, and the fear of disappointing those who believe in me. Growing up, I’ve always felt the need to go beyond academically. My family, especially my single mother, has worked tirelessly to provide for us. I’ve never wanted to let her down. When I started taking College Credit Plus (CCP) courses in this high school year, the pressure got worse. I wanted to prove that I could handle the challenge, that I was capable of achieving greatness. But like Andrew, I soon found myself sacrificing sleep, free time, and even my own mental health. I would stay up late studying for midterms, convinced that anything less than perfection is failure. The fear of disappointing my family drove me to push myself harder than ever before. In Whiplash, Andrew’s teacher, Terence Fletcher, constantly pushes him to his limits. Always demanding nothing short of perfection. While my family has never been as harsh as Fletcher, I’ve often felt like my own harshest critic. I would compare myself to classmates who seemed to balance academics, extracurriculars, and social lives, while I felt like I was barely keeping up. There were many moments when I wondered if all the late nights and stress were worth it. If I was truly capable of achieving the success I so desperately wanted. Like Andrew, I began to question whether I was chasing my own dreams or simply trying to prove something to others. But Whiplash also taught me an important lesson: the pursuit of excellence isn’t about perfection. It is actually about resilience. Andrew’s journey is filled with setbacks, but he never gives up. Even when he fails, he picks up his drumsticks and keeps going. Even after him being in a car crash. Watching his determination inspired me to rethink my own approach to success. I realized that I didn’t have to be perfect to make my family proud. What mattered most was my effort, my passion, and my willingness to keep going, mostly when things got tough. Today, I’m learning to balance my need for success. I still work hard, but I’ve started to prioritize my well-being and recognize that my worth isn’t defined by my grades or achievements. Like Andrew, I’m still figuring out what it means to be “great,” but I’m no longer afraid of failure. Instead, I see it as a stepping stone. A chance to learn, grow, and become stronger. Whiplash reminded me that the pursuit of excellence is a journey, not a destination. It’s about finding joy in the process, even when it’s difficult, and staying true to yourself along the way. Thanks to this film, I’ve learned to embrace challenges, not as obstacles, but as opportunities to grow. And most importantly, I’ve realized that I don’t have to be perfect to make my family proud. I just have to be me.

It started one morning, as mornings often do, When I, still in pajamas, was simply passing through. But my sister, with mischief lighting up her eyes, Had terror forming, her being so unwise. She stood by the counter, looking oh so sly, While I reached for a bite of her cereal, just one try! But before I could blink or even take a bite, A gallon of milk was in mid-flight. It soared through the air, with a mighty whoosh, I turned just in time to see it. Whoosh! Whoosh! My heart skipped a beat, my brain screamed in dread, This is it, I thought, I’m about to be dead. Splash! I was soaked, from head to my toes, White milk dripping like a thin layer of snow. She stood there, grinning, like it was no big deal, While I stood, a dairy disaster. I didn’t know how to feel. “You shouldn’t have ever taken a bite.” she said, As I wiped milk from my eyes and my head. She skipped off to her room, as calm as could be, Leaving me drenched. An absolute mess, you see. So here’s the lesson, from me to you, Watch out for siblings with milk in their view. You might think it’s funny, but trust me, it’s tough, When you’re caught in a battle that’s milky and rough!

Excellence isn’t just about achieving big goals or earning recognition. It’s about showing up every day, even when life gets tough, and doing your best to make a difference. In my eyes, this mindset has been shaped by my family, my experiences, and the people who’ve supported me. As a member of the National Honor Society, a participant in my local county’s community service youth program, and someone involved in service projects throughout high school, I’ve learned that excellence is about more than just personal success. It’s about resilience, compassion, and giving back to others, even when life is tough. One of the biggest influences on my life has been my family, especially my mom and my older sister, who has autism. Growing up with a sibling who has a mental disability has taught me patience, empathy, and the importance of seeing light in every situation. Sometimes things feel overwhelming, but my sister reminds me what truly matters: kindness, understanding, and unconditional love. Helping her navigate daily challenges, whether with schoolwork, social interactions, or simply being there to listen, has shown me that excellence isn’t about being perfect. It’s about showing up, even when it’s hard, and doing what you can to make someone else’s life a little better. My mom has been my rock through it all. As a single parent, she’s worked tirelessly to provide for our family while always encouraging me to do my best, no matter what. Her strength and determination have inspired me to push through challenges and to approach life with a positive attitude, even when things don’t go as planned. She’s taught me that excellence isn’t about winning or being the best. It's about giving your all and staying true to your values, no matter what obstacles come your way. In school, I’ve tried to live out these lessons by being someone my peers and teachers can count on. Being part of the National Honor Society has opened doors to lead, serve, and grow. Whether it’s tutoring classmates, organizing school events, or volunteering in the community, I’ve learned that excellence is about more than just grades or achievements. It’s about using your skills and time to help others and make a positive impact. For example, through my local county’s youth program, I’ve been able to work on projects like organizing food drives and cleaning up parks. These experiences have shown me how small actions can add up to create real change, and they’ve deepened my commitment to serving others. For me, giving back isn’t just about big projects or formal programs. It’s found in the everyday moments. Helping my sister with her homework, even when it takes hours, or being there to listen when she feels overstimulated. Supporting my mom at home and doing my part to ease her load. And simply being kind to those around me, whether it's a classmate who needs support or a stranger who could use a smile. Excellence, to me, is all about those small, consistent acts of care and compassion. Life hasn’t always been easy, but I’ve learned to find light in every situation. My sister, my mom, and my teachers have all taught me that excellence isn’t about being perfect. it’s about doing your best, even when it’s hard, and using your strengths to lift others. As I move forward, I want to continue living with purpose, striving to make a positive difference in my community and the lives of the people around me. Excellence, after all, isn’t just a goal. It's a way of life.

Throughout my early childhood, my mind became a battlefield I desperately wanted to escape from. The first time I felt truly hopeless was in fourth grade. The pain inside felt so overwhelming that I attempted to take my own life. It was like a quiet scream no one could hear, a deep sadness I carried silently. Not long after, I turned to self-harm, believing that the physical pain would somehow numb the storm inside. I felt trapped in a cycle of self-destruction, unable to find the words to explain my pain to anyone around me. As I grew older, my struggles persisted. I was prescribed antidepressants, hoping they would bring relief. Instead, I began silently misusing them. They became another way to escape the heaviness I felt every day. I acted like they were helping, trying to appear fine to my family. I felt a deep sense of numbness and disconnection. Every time I took another pill felt like watching a movie I wasn’t a part of, distancing myself from my own life, day after day. A shift into high school became a turning point for me. Taking College Credit Plus (CCP) classes and joining the National Honor Society introduced me to an environment where I felt challenged and, for the first time, capable. Each achievement, though small at first, felt like a spark reminding me that I was more than my struggles. Getting involved in organizations and starting donation drives with my classmates gave me a sense of accomplishment. I began to feel proud. Not just because of my academic success but also because of my strength to keep going. Gradually, I saw the glimpses of the person I wanted to become. Learning to be open and honest helped me heal. Vulnerability, which was once terrifying, became my strength. Now, when I feel overwhelmed or consumed by sadness, I turn to the people I trust. My friends and family have become my lifelines, reminding me that I am never truly alone. Speaking my truth has lightened the weight, showing that asking for help is not weakness, but courage. My experiences have shaped my desire to become a dental hygienist. I know firsthand how insecurities can affect self-worth, and I want to help others feel confident in themselves, starting with their smiles. A healthy smile can be transformative, a visible reminder of self-care and healing. My struggles with mental health have deepened my empathy, and I am committed to bringing compassion to the healthcare field. Biology and health sciences inspire me, but it is my journey that drives me to make a difference in the lives of others. Managing my recovery is an ongoing process. I’ve built healthy coping strategies, like journaling and mindfulness, that allow me to process difficult emotions rather than run from them. Regular counseling, open conversations with my support system, and self-compassion are all part of my continued healing. I've learned that progress isn’t linear. Some days are more rough than others, but I’m committed to showing up for myself every day. Though my journey has been filled with pain, it has also given me resilience and purpose. I am determined to keep growing. To keep learning, and to help others find hope in their struggles. By sharing my story, I hope to remind others that even in the darkest moments, healing and strength are possible. I’ve faced my shadows, and I’m taking control, stepping towards the light one day, one smile, one step at a time.

A smile can be more powerful than words. It can be a symbol of confidence, happiness, and health. I've chosen to pursue a career as a dental hygienist because I want to help others experience that life-changing power firsthand. Growing up in a small town, my single-parent household didn’t have a lot of money, often feeling insecure about my appearance: clothes, body, especially my smile. I never let people see the side that everyone deserves to see, which is my smile. These moments shaped me, making me realize how deeply our self-image can affect our confidence and overall happiness as people. My goal as a dental hygienist is to help others feel proud of their smiles, no matter their circumstances. I want to ensure that everyone, regardless of their background or financial situation, feels comfortable and cared for in the dental chair. Dental care is more than just clean teeth, it’s about restoring confidence, self-worth, and health. I believe everyone deserves that experience. Beyond my personal experiences with insecurity, I’ve also faced struggles with mental health. I understand how hard it can be to feel good about yourself when you’re battling those internal challenges. Smiling can feel impossible during those times, yet it’s also one of the most powerful ways to boost emotional well-being. With this career, I hope to bring light into others' lives, even in small ways. Helping them go on in life smiling just a little bit more every day. I am committed to working hard in college, focusing on biology as the foundation for my dental hygiene career. I have always excelled in learning about life, especially with the people around me. I know this knowledge will help me provide the best care possible for my future patients. Education will give me the skills, but my life experiences will give me the empathy needed to connect with people and make a lasting impact. My long-term goal is not just to help individuals, but to contribute to changing how dental care is viewed in my community. I want to break down the anxiety and discomfort many feel about visiting the dentist, instead of filling it with trust and understanding. By making dental health more approachable and emphasizing the emotional, self-loving benefits, I hope to inspire confidence in every patient I meet. Everyone deserves to look in the mirror and feel proud of the person they see. My journey has shown me how powerful that feeling can be, and I am determined to help others find it too. Becoming a dental hygienist isn’t just a career choice though. It is also personally made from experience, empathy, and a true desire to make a difference

I was raised in a single-parent household by my mother, whose constant strength and love have shaped every part of who I am. Watching her sacrifice so much to provide for our family has changed my mindset to contain a deep sense of gratitude and responsibility. She worked tirelessly, often balancing multiple jobs, yet always made time to support and encourage me in my endeavors. Her perseverance and selflessness have been better than my accomplishments. Growing up, I often felt the depression of our circumstances but also the never ending love that filled our home. My mother always said to me that challenges are opportunities for growth. She showed me the importance of education and set me up in me a drive to succeed, not just for myself, but for our family’s legacy. Her sacrifices motivated me to excel academically and seek leadership opportunities where I could make a difference. An accomplishment that tremendously shaped my understanding of myself occurred when I became a member in my school’s National Honor Society. Organizing a food drive for families affected by hurricanes opened my eyes to the struggles many face similar to I had in the past, and the difference compassion and teamwork can make. As I worked with other volunteers, collected donations, and distributed supplies, I felt a deep sense of purpose and connection with my community. This experience not only deepened my empathy but also reinforced my belief in the power of service and joining in together to help people that truly need it. This event was transformative because it helped me understand the importance of leadership driven by empathy. I learned that true leadership means listening, understanding, and inspiring others to work together toward a common goal. My involvement in the National Honor Society continues to be a source of personal growth as I take on more projects that benefit my community. Through these experiences, I have become more confident in my ability to lead and serve others with compassion and dedication. The lessons I've learned through both my upbringing from my strong mother and community involvement have shaped me into someone who values hard work, compassion, and leadership. I understand the importance of giving back and empowering others. My upbringing has taught me the importance of resilience, and I am committed to using these lessons to uplift others and make a meaningful difference wherever I go, knowing I've been through pain similar to theirs. I strive to honor my mother’s sacrifices by becoming a compassionate leader, continuously seeking opportunities to support and inspire those around me. Her example has taught me that no act of kindness is too small and that true success comes from the positive impact we make in the lives of others. I will carry these values with me as I continue to grow and make a lasting difference in my community, and even around the world.

Eating at you constantly is overthinking, anxiety, and depression. Not even just limited to that, but practically anything and everything in your life at some point in time. It pushes you. This all started a bit too early for me or for any human at all. When I was 11 years old, I experienced my first time with suicidal thoughts. This has followed behind me, in the deepest part of my brain since then. Any factor from an early age can start any sort of mental health issues. Whether that be losing a pet, family member, or witnessing trauma. What if you were in the said trauma? Well, a lot of younger children have to experience domestic violence and do not know how to interfere. They can try to call someone, but they'll just get mistaken for being silly. Occurring with this, unrealistic body images taken up the feed of the social media I found was my safe space from an early age. To run away from the sounds of shouting and slamming, I seen myself in a different place when I was online. Now, that image has became sour. I realized that my young body didn't meet the standards of beauty. How was I ever going to be seen? This all adds up overtime. And truly, it can be anyone. Behind my brain, I have piles of horrifying memories keeping me up when I can't stop digging back into my thoughts any further, sobbing at the thought of going back to being that little girl again. But you are seen. People have been through similar experiences, just like yours. My relationships can be strained sometimes due to my constant reminder of negative traits about people or events. But I still find it in me everyday to continue growing away from doing that. My beliefs have been to always think about what could be going on in someone's life, even at such a young age. As for my career dreams? I want to see people taking care of something they see from others everyday; a smile. All of that makes me feel joy. My story doesn't end here though, let me tell you something I've learned at least: One day, you'll wake up to realize you haven't thought of the life threatening experience before. Or, you'll wake up to find yourself smiling and willing to get out of bed for the first time in weeks. This is how you know you are growing, and that it will all end out good. Don't take my word for it. Look at all of the other winners and see how they have struggled. But with mental strength, we all give ourselves one more day. Maybe not even one more day. It can just be a few more hours. In the end, it all shows how proud of yourself you should be. I'm glad you woke up today and decided today was a day worth staying in, because if not, someone would notice. And plenty would care.

"Thank you for the toy, Sissy! I can't believe you found it." My sister, would go above and beyond. Not just for me, her littlest sister, but for even a person on the sidewalk struggling to make ends meet. Leah uplifted our whole family, planning parties for every birthday when she could. Even while maintaining a high maintenance job. Although I didn't get to see her as much as any of my other family members could have, since I was the one that lived over an hour away, I would still try to see her when I could. Opening the door to her house was like receiving a blanket, wrapped around me, keeping me warm. I cherished that when I arrived there. Even in stressful situations, like during a vacation, she would still make sure everything was in check. "It isn't your fault your other sister is stressed out. Please don't blame her for taking it out on you, but don't blame it on yourself either." But now, I do blame myself. For not being there enough when she was here. I tried my best, just like she would have. There's a burning sensation in me that says I could have tried harder though. To ignite that flame, I honor her constantly now. For me, there isn't a moment when my sister isn't in my thoughts. I ask for her forgiveness while she lays in peace now up by doing community service in my small town. I know she would give me her wide smile and embrace me, telling me "I'm so proud of you!" Just like she would to her own children. I have come a long way since then. I joined a local community service Youth Group, and then proceeded to join National Honor Society this year as well. I stay focused towards my own goal of uplifting the people around me during their tough times, because she did the same for every soul that surrounded her. Now, when others have nothing, you give them your everything. To let them know you are there for them, and that with your support they will not fall behind. For others, I've put together a bag of donation items for Hurricane Helene in my National Honor Society group. Not just that, but donating pet food, toys and hygiene products for children to have a better Christmas, and multiple hours put to dedicating my community to be better for everyone. I can imagine it just like it was yesterday. The words said to me, "You are a picture perfect image of your sister when she was younger." As I stare at her picture in the church, tears burning my eyes.

My underprivileged, small family is all I had, not money. My childhood was marked by the harsh realities of poverty, having our water shut off, taking a drive over 30 minutes just to shower at a lake, and relying on the kindness of others for basic needs. Christmases were often made possible only through the generosity of donations. With these blessings, I dedicate myself to giving back every year too. This year, I took the lessons from my childhood and transformed them into action. I joined the National Honor Society (NHS), a decision that connected me to a community of others my age that are similar to me, individuals committed to academic excellence, leadership, and service. Through NHS, I’ve had the opportunity to participate in various community service projects, but I’ve also made a personal commitment to give back in ways that matter most to me. I wouldn't be there without my original Youth Group though, they gave out coats to those who sit in the cold, and helped with the Angel Tree Program. They are the ones who helped me get to where I am now, and having me help even more people that I could ever think of. Alongside helping families and people during the loving holidays, I also urged myself to make a lasting impact on the educational experiences of younger generations. I’m currently working on a book drive alongside my schools National Honor Society to donate books to local elementary schools, ensuring that children have access to the resources they need to foster a love of reading, learning, and education. Growing up without many educational resources, especially in my home town of under two thousand people, I understand the value of access to books and how they can open doors to new possibilities. When Hurricane Helene hit, I saw an opportunity to do even more. I gathered items, clothing, food, and hygiene products, and donated them to local shelters and relief efforts. This experience taught me how quickly a community can come together to support those in need, and it reminded me of the importance of giving in times of crisis. Even being so far away, I still have to give my support when able. Since I have been in their shoes, I know what it is like to feel like you have nothing. These experiences have shaped me into someone who believes in the power of service and the impact of small acts of kindness. I am committed to continuing this journey of giving back, not only through organized efforts like NHS but in every way I can, whether it's donating time, resources, or simply offering a helping hand to those who need it most. Since there is someone that can always help you, even if not through donations, but through emotional support. We need to be there for each other when the times get tough.

During my whole childhood, I never got the dental treatment everyone else did. The dentists didn't care for a girl like me, in a tiny town with the government issued poverty healthcare. I had an expander put in at 14 years old, which led to an emergency removal, blood, and a scar that still sits with me today. Everyday, even though the pain was unbearable, I kept preserving. As it damaged nerves and was being swallowed by the roof of my mouth I became more determined with every ounce of pain to become a true dentist. I don't want to become a dentist just because of myself though; but also because of my mother and sister. My mother has worked so hard her whole life; battling mental health and taking supplements to make her feel better. Now, she has no maxillary teeth left. The medication she used left her strained and scared as the doctors pulled out over 6 teeth. I would never want her to experience that again, and I would rather go through that pain myself than her. As for my sister, she is a high functioning autism adult. She struggles with taking care of her proper needs due to sensory issues. She has 9 cavities due to that. She cannot get her wisdom teeth and her cavities fixed at the same time because a dentist doesn't offer that for her. To be taken care of as a patient, you are never too much. You just need to find the right doctor, pediatrician, dermatologist, or dentist. You need to find someone that you can sit with and think 'this person is in it for the smiles, not the paycheck.'

I remember packing tiny bottles of soap for the drive to the lake showers because our water bill had been turned off. As I wondered how many other families faced similar struggles just to afford their next meal, I had and found my own motivation to keep moving forward. This resilience is why I am committed to working harder than my peers, tackling challenging college courses, and with all that, pursuing a career in dental school. When I was very young, there were Christmases when we had to forgo our usual celebrations with gifts and decorations. Instead, we received donated gifts from the local police station. Despite the hardship, the support from my community uplifted me and reinforced my determination. It was not only the kindness of others, but also the strength of my family's unity during tough times that kept me going. Most importantly, it was my own inner drive and thoughts that fueled my aspiration to make a positive impact in the world. As high school approached, I volunteered with a group that supported students from over four different schools. This experience showed me the value of providing a little encouragement to those who needed it most. Like when we put together coats and scarfs for the homeless, I understood the kindness of giving. It was the best holiday gift I have ever given. I hope those families felt how I felt as a little girl, when my mom came home bitterly cold after dark walking a mile from work. Pushing with her grit, wanting to see us smile that day. When my mother struggled financially, I didn’t fully grasp the gravity of our situation, but I did my best to reassure her and make her smile with my child optimism. Even when she couldn't be a mother on those rough days, I still knew we could do it. Due to that, I want to bring that same hope to others, mainly through my future career in dentistry, where I hope to brighten people’s lives and give them reasons to smile. Since those moments have happened in my lifetime, I try my hardest to make my mom smile after a hard day of work. She has shown me the true way to live life, with a smile on your face. I like to bring that positivity to school; even on a rough day of testing for my midterms or perhaps just not feeling my best. For the reason that when she sees me going up to grasp my diploma during graduation, it'll be all for that. Then, life will keep going.

When I was a little girl I didn't have the best access to a great dentist. They said that my teeth looked straight and perfect with no problems. Now, I am in my junior year in high school looking forward to a dentist degree with braces and a scar. I have never had the best financial situation; sometimes even not able to pay the water bill so we had to travel to use the showers at the lake. My mom inspired me to do anything for the people you love, even if that meant sacrificing some of the most important things to get ahead. I am impassioned about making people feel the best about themselves, so, that is why I want to be a dentist. Smiles don't just express the person, but also tell a story about them. Do they have any scars on the teeth? My mom had a black spot on her front tooth before getting it replaced by dentures. It told the story how she went through domestic violence and even though she was frightened, her smile was even brighter than ever, reflecting the pain she partaken in just for love. This scholarship can benefit me in multiple ways, not just because I come from a single family household with a hard working mom that can't help me, but still supports me. I will attempt to be even as diligent as her. To show her she didn't go through the pain for nothing, but to show her that she went through it to see her daughter announce herself as the first dentist of the family. As for my journey, it will be a long ride ahead. Some people think it isn't worth it to go through school for over five years just to become a 'dentist' and not a 'real doctor.' But if you help people, you are a doctor. If you make their pain go away physically or mentally, you are a doctor. Even though there might not be much I can do right now, I can still do what I can do best; help others around me. Life is too precious for a life to be discarded just because they might be financially behind or haven't had a silver spoon in their mouth since the beginning. Everyone deserves a chance to succeed financially and educationally. Even if you have done wrong, change and let the world and yourself do right for the world.

I type this with scars on my wrist, hiding them away from everyone. My boyfriend holds them so deeply to them, kissing them just to ease away the pain he hides every time he sees them. But I am slowly learning to treat them with care too, because it is me. I take harder classes for myself because I like to be surrounded by work; it helps me not overthink it all as much. I also know that I should take breaks from time to time though, getting out there and having fun. And I know the people around me like to see me laugh and being myself. If they didn't care, why would they be here? They're here because they enjoy the fun times we have together, and enjoy the comfort we give each other when the ground becomes fragile. We pour concrete over the cracks to make them stronger than ever. Even though you may not be as smart as anyone else or don't have the same goals, you can be just as good as them. If anything, there is no reason to envy anyone else because they have problems going on that you may not know how to get through like them. Everyone is strong in there own way, they just need to take the bandages off and show the scars to the world, telling everyone that they made it.

Hearing the words "You have diabetes" from the doctors was one of the most heart-dropping things I've heard when in the fifth grade. I was confused, I didn't want to end up like my dad or sister who have to carry medicine with them everywhere they go, either having too high or too low of blood sugar. Not being normal... The words rang in my head like church bells as loud as someone screaming it to me, constantly on my mind. Did I eat too much Halloween candy? As an eleven year old, you don't want to be restricted to a small diet similar to how I was. When Thanksgiving came around and everyone else got pie, they skipped my serving because they didn't want my blood sugar to get high. I have changed since then; I feel like I am the one serving the pie now since I am the one in control. I am currently taking rigorous courses for my grade and putting myself to the challenge to become the first dentist in my family, and make my sister, similar to me that also had diabetes, who passed away proud. Every time I am taking a test, she will guide the pencil with me and help me become the best. Having diabetes has shown me that even though you will need insulin with you at all times, or maybe a snack so I don't end up passing out, being different than others gives you the strength that other people may not be able to find. It shows that you're passionate and willing to put more effort to be there in the moment and to put your full focus on something. Besides all of the hard work I put myself through for school, I keep myself active and push my problems to the side when I dance as the schools mascot and motivate people just as I was motivated before. If there was one thing I might have learned from my sister, it was to always try to make someone smile in a day, even if it means you have to smile for them. When, not if, I become a dentist, I won't have to be the person to give the smile first; since they will feel confident enough, like me standing tall with my diabetes; not letting anything get in the way. No matter what determination it takes, me and diabetes will work together.

Whimpering and shouts from the kitchen is something that I commonly heard growing up as a child. My mom grew into a depression the longer she stayed with her abusive boyfriend. I had no way of helping her, my tiny body that only knew the words stop were supposed to be screamed, just repeated them without having any result in it. My mom inspired me as we got out of it to grow from it, as she did too. She moved far away from the place where I was scared to go back to in fear that I would hear those angry shouts of begging to be let in because that he changed. As time passed, and the bruises faded and scratches healed; we did too. Now, I am brave. I take steps to become the first Dentist in my family. Going to volunteering events in my community, being a club secretary, and even helping make my schools yearbook two years in a row. I do it without having to hid under the covers of my bed to muffle out fighting. I do it without hiding in the bathroom and covering my mouth to make sure he doesn't hear me crying and punish me. And my mom helps me without ever having to lie to anyone, telling them it was just a fall. We turned from wilted roses, into bright sunflowers who look at each other when they can't find the sun.

“This is the recipe of life” as Rupi Kaur’s book “The Sun and her Flowers” says. Rupi Kaur is popular within the BookTok community due to her passionate words in her poems that connect with users. Her books go into depth talking about her struggles of failing down in life and being drowned out by traumatic experiences and high pressure feelings, as well as the uplifting of it all coming together after the storm passes. Although it may not be a very joyful story due to the depressing themes of her struggles of life commonly talked about, it can still touch the reader and make them feel positive emotions knowing how many people she has touched in the community; and in the world, from just a ‘few pages in a book.’ Another book she has made that is more popular, and the first is her “Milk and Honey.” What I see when I look at this book is her struggles more than the coming up of her life. As the cover is also black to symbolize the darkness in her life at the time; being used by others around her, which also turns her into an anxiety and depression ridden woman at the time, not being able to escape the feeling of digging herself into a deeper hole the more that the days pass by her. She reminiscences about the time when she wasn’t drowning in her own sorrow. Then, “The Sun and her Flowers” comes out as the spark that makes the darkness go away, and brings out the true light in her world again. There are so many teenagers that can relate just to the little things in her poetry that come into connect with either of these books. We use the things we have around us to bring us joy, even if it is for a tiny bit. Which absolutely includes literature that can relate to us, our history, our family, and even our peers. “The Sun and her Flowers” takes those moments as she heals and turns them into something bigger, even though she still goes through her waves of sadness hinted and left behind on this side of the book as well. BookTok users are used to the sadness and trauma that are mixed into the meaning of stories, but when someone puts it into plain, blunt words of how cruel it can be, it can hit closer to home more than you understand it.

For others things that inspire them could be coaches or teachers at their school, but for me it’s mostly my mom that is inspiring me everyday. My mom is the most hardworking woman I know; working two jobs just so we could get extra school clothes, or cleaning out houses for some more spending money. Some other ways my mom also inspires me is by encouraging me to be the best of myself, and always pushing me to do something even if i’m a bit scared or unsure. She knows I will do okay in the thing that she pushes me to do though. My mom has been there every step of the way with me and has guided me onto me participating in my yearbook club at my school, as well as doing all college prep classes. From what my mom has told me about her life, it says to me that she’s been in every situation possible, and that’s what let’s her help me guide me through my upcoming and most eventful years here to come. The scholarship will really set me ahead in not falling behind with payments and many things along those lines. As I stated earlier in this essay, I told you about how we struggled growing up. That still somewhat applies to this day, but I think that we have been a bit better off than ever. Being the first dentist in my family is also going to be a lot of pressure too, and knowing a scholarship is here to at least support some of the weight I have to carry on my back will be very revealing to me in the end. Adding onto my mom, full honesty she didn’t have a mom growing up at all. My maternal grandma died soon after giving birth to my own mom. My mom can still show me the motherly love that she never received even though she never had that role in her life, and for me that says a lot of words. My mom has also played the role of my dad too, knowing how bad she felt when he wouldn’t stand up to take the role that he agreed to always be, she decided that it was her turn to show me love in both of those spots; even if it meant her putting in extra work for me for my whole life.

Being pushed to be the first in my family is hard, especially since you know all eyes are on you to succeed for the sake of your family. I remember when I was around eight years old we were so broke that we couldn’t afford the water bill, therefore we drove about twenty to thirty miles away every other day just to get a shower at some lake place with free showers. We still somewhat struggle with money today; but it is absolutely not as bad as it was and I thank everyone in my life for that. This scholarship will help me succeed fully without stressing everyday about college debt like many people that do go to college. People truly don’t understand how hard money is to scrape together until you’re on the last dollar you have attempting to get just a meal. But this scholarship can help me start building my way to becoming the first dentist in my family too. After I go to college for biology or something along those lines, I will proceed to go to a dentistry school for another four years. I will not settle for whatever job I get from a nine to five after high-school for the next thirty years, I would rather push through endless amounts of school work and exams than live that lifestyle as my family as for as long as possible. I feel like the one thing that people go wrong with is that something they don’t seem to bright to really reach out to and do research about. Personally, you should always follow your own footsteps and explore in life what you want to do. Of course I’m going to work in a grocery store or something for college; it’s expected like every other adult is doing there. That doesn’t mean though I’ll only be doing that until I barely have enough to go on social security. I’ve truly seen what giving up can do to your whole family and life, mostly how if you do give up it’s all the hard work wasted for no point at all. If you’re already half way to the finish line, you might as well keep going because it could be more worth it than turning back like the majority. Dentists are sometimes looked down on by people because of how rude they can be about certain aspects. Although there is always room for more healthcare workers forever, and that’s why everybody deserves a shot even for doing something that’s insanely expensive.

My mom has always made me out to be the best me possible, even if she had to go the extra mile to do so. She has always pushed me to do college prep classes, and always study for any exams even if they may have not mattered that much. But to her, every little thing that could help me get a step further than others in my education--she helped me. As my mom raised me in a single-parent household, we did have a low income. Although that didn't stop her from going above and beyond by taking more shifts and working more than she should have to get me school supplies, clothes, food, and many other nesseitcies. Even if I may not be that far into my educational path yet, and have many years to go until I reach my goal of finally graduating college and becoming the first Dentist in my family. My mom has also helped me out by taking the time out of her day to drive me to my extracurriculars that would help boost my college applications to become more professional and stand out above the other students to get into a decent school. As for my dad never being there, he would recommend homeschooling. Looking back at this though I'm proud of my mom not listening to my dad and standing up for herself so I don't go down the wrong path accidentally then regret it later when trying to get into college, for in the end to just get denied because I didn't fully understand homeschool or had too many complications with it. My mom always stepped into my life as both the parents, coming to all of the parent-teacher conferences that my elementary school requested, plus signing her name as the only parent for all school forms--never dad. Even if my dad were here today, he wouldn't have ever pushed me hard enough as she could, through thick and thin, when we didn't have enough money to pay the water bills, or when we didn't have Christmas one year. He could never have understood what above and beyond parenting could be. I will always look up to my mom and hope to be like her to my kids in the future, and teach them how to become the best verisons of themselves, even if it includes staying up a few hours late to study for exams.

My sister has absolutely played a roll in helping me realize how far I can go in life. Although we may have not came from the same mom, she did feel like a true full blooded sister to me. Leah was strong, and was the best of our whole family. She was our ‘Rock.’ Before her passing on November 20th, 2021; she would host family parties for Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, and any little holiday we could all get together and share how we have all been doing as a family. She truly helped guide me through how to be a better person all together, and she worked hard to help give her 3 amazing kids a home with a family they can rely on for anything after her husband, Jason passed about 20 years before her. Leah always stayed strong through the thick and thin, always putting her family and friends first—as that is what she taught everyone to do the same too. As i’m always compared to her and saying how similar we are, it makes me happy and both sad at the same time since she knows she’s done her job as a respected sister, mom, aunt, cousin, and even grandma. I always use the lessons Leah gave me as a kid in everyday whenever I am in school or in my community service group helping out my city and county. As we are taught to be respective and kind to people at a young age, that is something a few people can forget; but I don’t think I could ever forget the person that practically second-hand raised me and taught me most of what I know today, and how to work hard to get whatever I need in life. Giving was also another big thing to ask for she knew what it was like to struggle early on. That’s why she would work for everyone else and save herself for last. Leah would always let people from the family jump ahead for their own sakes, and would always support them even if she barely knew them. “Don’t get mad at people if they are mad, they could just be in a bad place right now” is also another thing I remember her saying. I don’t remember a single time when I seen Leah angry at someone even if they have taken what wasn’t there’s from her, or crossed her badly in anyway shape or form. There may not be many kind souls like Leah, but they deserve to be loved like how she loved others.