
Hobbies and interests
Electric Guitar
Art
Psychology
Softball
Reading
Reading
Science Fiction
Fantasy
Historical
I read books multiple times per month
Yazmine Howard
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Yazmine Howard
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I am Yazmine Howard, a high school student dually enrolled in college and on track to complete my associate degree by high school graduation. I plan to transfer to a four‑year university to major in Psychology with a pre‑medical focus.
I would love to become a psychiatrist to address health disparities and expand access to quality care in underserved communities.
My dream university is The George Washington University, and I would love to win some scholarships to be able to afford to go there.
Education
Montgomery College
Associate's degree programMajors:
- Psychology, General
- Social Sciences, General
Minors:
- Health Professions and Related Clinical Sciences, Other
Northwest High
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Doctoral degree program (PhD, MD, JD, etc.)
Graduate schools of interest:
Transfer schools of interest:
Majors of interest:
- Psychology, General
- Neurobiology and Neurosciences
Career
Dream career field:
psychiatry
Dream career goals:
General Worker
Smokey Glen Farm2024 – Present1 year
Sports
Cheerleading
Varsity2023 – 20241 year
Softball
Junior Varsity2023 – 20241 year
“I Matter” Scholarship
Every afternoon on my walk home from school, I saw a young mother and her baby wrapped in thin blankets on the sidewalk near the bus stop. They looked cold and hungry, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them during class. One Tuesday, I decided to share my turkey sandwich. When I handed it to her, the mother looked surprised but smiled, and the baby reached out to nibble the edges.
The next day, I swung by the deli and picked up rice and beans, then dropped them off after school. The mother’s eyes lit up, and the baby cooed at the smell of the food. On Wednesday, I brought fruit; Thursday, I grabbed water and granola bars from that same deli. Each time I returned, our greetings became warmer. She told me she had lost her job and didn’t know how she’d feed her child over the weekend. I listened and offered a few words of encouragement, but mostly I just tried to show up with something they could eat.
By Friday, I felt a knot in my stomach knowing they’d be alone all weekend. My mother and I decided to invite them to my house for Sunday dinner. That evening I cooked a simple meal. Vegetable soup, rice, and warm bread. I set the table neatly, with plates and utensils, and poured cold water into glasses. When they arrived the next day, I led them inside out of the cold. Watching them sit at my kitchen table instead of the curb felt good inside.
As we ate, I saw the baby giggle at a piece of onion and the mother relax for the first time in days. After dinner, she asked me how to find help. I printed out information about a nearby food pantry and job-training programs, then showed her how to fill out the forms. She said she’d never been treated with so much kindness, and tears had welled up in her eyes.
That week taught me that helping someone doesn’t require grand gestures or long speeches. It can start with a sandwich or a bowl of soup, and grow into real connection and support. I learned that noticing someone’s need and acting on it, even when it’s inconvenient, can build trust. From now on, I’ll look for chances to help people in my neighborhood, knowing that small acts of kindness can turn strangers into friends and bring real change.