The first time I slid into the driver’s seat, my heart raced. My fingers gripped the steering wheel, palms damp, as the key turned and the engine came alive beneath me. The low rumble vibrated through my hands and into my chest, a hum of power and precision I’d never noticed before. For most people, it was just the sound of a car starting. For me, it felt like the world opening. Beneath the hood was a hidden orchestra—pistons, gears, belts—working in perfect harmony. I didn’t have the language for it then, but I knew one thing: I wanted to understand it.
That desire, however, didn’t fit into the life I’d been told to imagine for myself. I am the daughter of traditional Vietnamese immigrants who came to the United States in search of opportunity but spoke very little English. They had both earned only high school diplomas in their home country, and their vision for my future was shaped by the paths they knew best. nursing, medicine, something steady and respected. Mechanical engineering was, in their eyes, a “man’s career,” and not a path they could guide me through.
I grew up navigating two worlds, acting as my parents’ interpreter, managing paperwork, and helping them navigate systems they didn’t fully understand, while also figuring out where I fit in my own education. My school district offered limited resources for engineering. In my community, mechanical engineering was overshadowed by computer science, healthcare, and business. Without role models or local programs in the field, I didn’t think to dream beyond the “typical” boxes I’d been given.
Everything changed the summer after my junior year. I had spent the previous year tackling both AP Physics 1 and IB Physics SL and HL, two of the most demanding programs my school offered, taken side by side. Physics challenged me in a way nothing else had. I loved the elegance of the equations, the logic hiding beneath the chaos, and the way a single principle could explain the flight of a bird or the movement of a planet. That summer, as I researched career paths, something clicked. I realized that the forces, motion, and energy I had been studying weren’t abstract concepts, they were the building blocks of mechanical engineering. It was as if someone had switched on a light in a room I’d been sitting in all along. Eager to go further, I committed to taking AP Physics 2 and completing my IB Physics HL coursework in my senior year, determined to deepen my understanding and fully immerse myself in the field I had finally found.
By the time I knew what I wanted, some opportunities had already passed me by. My school had a robotics program, but I discovered my passion too late to join. The rigid structure of the International Baccalaureate program left little room for engineering-specific electives. So, at the start of my senior year, I created my own opportunity: I founded an applied physics club where students could design and build projects like rockets, roller coasters, and boats. It became a space for students to explore engineering principles hands-on, without needing prior robotics experience. Leading that club taught me that engineering isn’t just about building machines, it’s about building spaces for curiosity to grow.
My journey toward responsibility started long before the club. At sixteen, I earned my nail technician license so I could work in my family’s salon, the business my parents had built after arriving in the U.S., one common among Vietnamese immigrants. Weekends and summers were spent buffing nails, greeting customers, and managing supplies. The work required patience, precision, and attention to detail, skills I now see reflected in engineering. The money I earned didn’t go toward luxuries; it funded summer STEM classes and is now helping cover my college tuition. Every hour I worked was an investment in both my family’s stability and my own future.
During my senior year, I pushed myself further. Alongside leading the club and working in the salon, I enrolled in calculus courses at my local community college while still attending high school full time. Mornings were filled with IB coursework, afternoons with college lectures, and evenings with work and homework that often stretched late into the night. The schedule was exhausting, but it gave me the mathematical foundation, time-management skills, and discipline I needed to prepare for a career in mechanical engineering.
Being a woman in engineering brought its own challenges. In technical spaces, I was often one of the only women in the room. That absence of representation can make belonging feel like an uphill battle. I had to build a belief in myself strong enough to withstand doubt, both from others and, at times, from myself. These moments solidified my resolve to prove that women, especially those from immigrant backgrounds, not only belong in engineering but are essential to it.
Mechanical engineering appeals to me because it blends creativity with precision, logic with imagination. My long-term goal is to contribute to groundbreaking mechanical systems that push technological boundaries, shape emerging industries, and set new standards across advanced engineering and high-impact technology sectors. Whether it’s improving vehicle safety, optimizing performance, or developing industrial innovations, I want my work to inspire the same thrill I felt the day I first turned that ignition key.
Diversity in STEM isn’t simply about fairness; it’s about designing better solutions by incorporating a wider range of voices and experiences. Now, I can’t look at the world without seeing engineering everywhere. Bridges whisper the calculations that hold them steady. Engines hum with the coordination of dozens of moving parts. New technologies spark questions in my mind: how could this be faster, safer, better? Every observation brings me back to the moment I realized that my curiosity wasn’t background noise but my direction. Now I’m determined to forge paths, shatter barriers, and design a future where there’s room for everyone who dares to imagine something bigger.