As a kid, you hear stories about what growing up should look like. It starts with a mom and dad who are significantly in love, work towards their goals, get married, buy a home, and, ultimately, have a wonderful family. These are expectations that make your soon-to-be future sound wonderful as a kid. Your teachers read books about it, there are movies, and you see most of your classmates have it. I came to an understanding at the age of 6 that I experienced everything but a normal life. Everything should be happy at this age, and you have no worries. Instead, most of the time, I was the kid who sometimes tended to sit alone when recess came around. Some days, I felt angry and upset and just looked out the windows and felt utterly disconnected. Most of this came from the fact that kids would tease me with harsh words. We would be playing tag or even coloring. I would hear, “We never see your mom,” or “Why does your dad only come to drop you off?” I could never explain myself because my classmates would never understand. Each day, I walked into school preparing myself for what the kids said but knew my family just wasn’t like theirs.
When I started growing up, there were certain things I learned to accept the circumstances around me. This includes accepting that my mom was not ready to fully move back for me and my dad was still working towards things for himself and me while in his mid-twenties. Sometimes my uncle and grandparents had to push back on plans so they could help watch me. While this made me feel like a burden, I tried my best to keep pushing, but this is easier said than done. During high school, I constantly felt I was the root of everyone's struggles. It got to the point where I wished I was never born so life could go much smoother for my loved ones. Instead of constantly putting everyone's baggage on the weight of my shoulders, I did everything I could not to mess up and show everyone that their underachievement could be my future success. I made sure to get into the Running Start program, which I now will have my associate degree when I graduate this year.
The Julius Quentin Jackson Scholarship will help me obtain my future in furthering my college education. The price of my education stands alone at 34,000, a payment that my parents can’t afford. My dad works a tremendous amount to help pay for my brothers and I. While my mom can barely get by. I want to promise that with this scholarship I will honor my commitment to my education. With this I’ll be able to help my Black community succeed and become the lawyer that I’ve always dreamed of being.