
Hobbies and interests
Band
Choir
Music
Acting And Theater
Reading
Adventure
Drama
Fantasy
Horror
Juvenile
I read books multiple times per week
Isander Gonzalez Gonzalez
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My name is Isander "Issy" Gonzalez, and I’m preparing to take the next big step—college. Music has been at the heart of my high school experience, whether I’m performing, studying theory, or exploring how the arts connect to the world around me. But my interests don’t stop there—I love diving into philosophy, public policy, and storytelling, always looking for ways to challenge my perspective and grow.
I pride myself on my perseverance, pushing forward even when things get tough (even if procrastination sometimes tries to slow me down). Whether I’m lost in a book, debating new ideas, or making memories with friends, I embrace every experience with curiosity and enthusiasm.
As I look ahead to college, I’m excited for new opportunities to learn, grow, and contribute to a community that values creativity, intellect, and meaningful connections.
Education
East Pennsboro Area High School
High SchoolCamp Hill High School
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Music
- Education, Other
Career
Dream career field:
Education
Dream career goals:
Band or Choir Director
Cashier
Mission BBQ2022 – 20242 yearsSandwich Artist
Subway2023 – 2023Cashier
Autozone2025 – Present6 monthsCook
Wingstop2024 – Present1 year
Arts
East Pennsboro Area High School
TheatreThe Little Mermaid2024 – 2025
Future Interests
Advocacy
Volunteering
Adam Montes Pride Scholarship
One of the most unique things about me is that I’ve never let a rocky start define who I am. In fact, one of my earliest memories—vomiting white cherry Kool-Aid in front of a George Washington portrait on the first day of first grade—is a moment I now look back on with humor. It was messy and mortifying, but it taught me something important: life won’t always go your way, but how you handle those moments can shape who you become. For me, it sparked a lifelong habit of finding strength through self-reflection, perseverance, and a bit of humor.
My name is Isander “Issy” Gonzalez. I’m a queer, Latinx, first-generation college student with a deep passion for music and education. I plan to major in music education because music has given me a voice when I didn’t always feel like I had one. Whether I was struggling with identity, mental health, or just the everyday pressures of growing up, music has always been my outlet. It’s where I’ve found community, self-confidence, and purpose. Now, I want to pass that experience on to others. I want to be the kind of teacher who helps students find their voice—whether it’s through an instrument, a song, or simply being heard.
Outside of academics, I’ve taken on leadership roles in my school’s music program and have helped mentor younger students, especially in music theory and performance. These experiences have solidified my desire to become an educator. I’ve also helped care for my younger siblings and support my mom, who is one of my biggest inspirations. She’s a strong, loving woman who works hard every day to keep our family grounded. She may misplace her glasses every five minutes, but she never forgets to support me, remind me of my goals, and encourage me to dream big. Her resilience and unconditional love have played a huge role in shaping who I am.
What sets me apart from other applicants is my commitment to using my experiences—and my identity—to create inclusive spaces for others. I understand what it feels like to be different, to struggle silently, and to search for a place where you belong. As a future educator, I want to build that space for my students. I want to foster classrooms where all voices are respected, all identities are celebrated, and learning is as much about community as it is about curriculum.
Receiving this scholarship would not only help ease the financial burden of higher education for my family but also allow me to fully invest in my academic and professional journey. I see this as more than just a personal opportunity—it’s a chance to serve future generations, uplift others through music, and help students realize they are more than capable of creating their own stories, no matter how they begin.
Sabrina Carpenter Superfan Scholarship
I’m a fan of Sabrina Carpenter because she’s the kind of artist who turns emotions into poetry, and then makes you dance to it. What draws me to her isn’t just her talent (which is insane), but her honesty. She writes about heartbreak, confidence, jealousy, joy, all the messy, beautiful feelings we go through, and she does it with a wink, a little sarcasm, and a ton of self-awareness. Listening to her music feels like having a late-night conversation with a friend who just gets it.
She’s affected my life by helping me feel more secure in who I am. When I was going through moments of self-doubt or feeling like I had to shrink myself for other people, songs like “Because I Liked a Boy” or “Feather” reminded me that I don’t have to apologize for being confident, emotional, or bold. She’s unapologetic in her femininity, in her humor, and in her storytelling, and that gave me permission to lean into those things too.
Sabrina also shows how growth is a journey. From her early Disney days to now, she’s evolved into this powerhouse who owns every stage she steps on. Watching her glow-up reminds me that it’s okay to change, to find your voice, and to rewrite your narrative whenever you need to. She’s proof that you can be soft and fierce, vulnerable and hilarious, and that’s a message I needed more than I realized.
Wicked Fan Scholarship
I’m a fan of Wicked because it tells the story of someone who’s misunderstood, othered, and judged before she’s ever truly known. Elphaba, the so-called “Wicked Witch,” is more than just a green-skinned girl with powers—she represents the experiences of minorities in a society that fears what’s different. From the beginning, Elphaba is labeled as strange and dangerous just because of the way she looks. Her green skin becomes a metaphor for anything that makes someone stand out in a world that rewards conformity.
What makes Elphaba so powerful as a character is that she doesn’t just suffer from society’s judgment, she actively resists it. She’s smart, outspoken, and refuses to shrink herself to make others comfortable. She challenges authority and dares to ask questions no one else will. That kind of boldness is often punished in real life too, especially when it comes from people who already live on the margins, whether that’s because of race, queerness, disability, or anything else that doesn't fit the "norm."
Society in Wicked twists the truth and builds its power on controlling the narrative, turning Elphaba into a villain even though she’s the one fighting for justice. It reminds me of how the world can paint minorities as threats, even when they’re just trying to survive or speak up. Watching Wicked makes me feel seen because it shows how loneliness and resistance can go hand-in-hand—and how fighting back can come with a cost, but also with power.
In the end, Elphaba’s story gives me hope. It says that being different isn’t something to hide, it’s something to embrace. And even if the world tries to silence you, you can still defy gravity.
Frantz Barron Scholarship
Adversity has been a constant companion in my life but so has determination. I’ve faced challenges that tested me emotionally, mentally, and even academically, but each one has shaped me into someone who refuses to give up. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that resilience is built in the moments no one sees when you keep going even when everything feels stacked against you.
One of the biggest challenges I’ve faced has been watching my mom work endlessly to give me and my siblings a better life. She came from Puerto Rico with nothing but faith, grit, and the belief that her children could have more than she did. We didn’t grow up with much, but we had love, and that pushed me to keep going when life got hard. There were times we struggled financially, and I watched my mom sacrifice her own needs just so we’d have what we needed for school, meals, or clothes. Her strength became my fuel.
Growing up in a working-class Latino household, I’ve had to navigate a lot on my own applying to college, understanding financial aid, even balancing school with responsibilities at home. There were moments I felt like I was drowning in expectations, like I had to succeed not just for myself, but for my whole family. That pressure wasn’t easy. I’ve struggled with anxiety and self-doubt. I’ve dealt with days where motivation felt out of reach. But through it all, I reminded myself why I started because I want to break cycles, not just survive them.
Music became my escape during those tough times. It gave me a voice when I didn’t feel heard. It taught me discipline, expression, and the beauty of collaboration. More than anything, it reminded me that even in chaos, there’s always a rhythm you can find. Music, and the teachers who believed in me, helped me stay grounded. When I was given the chance to help younger students learn percussion or lead during my internship, it reminded me that I have something valuable to offer, even when I’m still figuring things out myself.
Every obstacle I’ve faced has pushed me closer to my purpose: becoming a music educator. I want to be the kind of teacher who sees students not as problems to fix, but as potential waiting to bloom. I want to show kids, especially those from communities like mine, that their voice matters.
Receiving this scholarship would be more than financial support. It would be proof that all the nights I stayed up studying, all the days I showed up when it was easier to stay down, were worth it. It would bring me one step closer to becoming the teacher I needed growing up, and the one I now know I can be.
Lidia M. Wallace Memorial Scholarship
I want to be a teacher because I know firsthand how powerful education can be. It’s more than just lessons and textbooks—education is the foundation for growth, identity, and opportunity. And for me, music was the key that unlocked it all.
Growing up, I didn’t always have a clear idea of what I wanted to do. I once dreamed of becoming a nurse because I liked the idea of helping people. But over time, I realized that my heart wasn’t in hospitals—it was in classrooms, in music rooms, in places where people learn to believe in themselves. Education was always there in the background, quietly calling to me.
Music gave me structure and a way to express myself when words fell short. It helped me find community and purpose. It pulled me out of dark places and into spaces where I felt understood. I don’t say this lightly—music changed my life. And through that transformation, I discovered a new passion: teaching.
That passion really took shape thanks to two incredible mentors—Mr. Lidle and Mr. Mansilla. Through an internship with them, I got to see what teaching looks like from the other side. They invited me into their world, gave me real responsibilities, and trusted me to work directly with students. I wasn’t just shadowing; I was leading, guiding, and learning. I helped younger students navigate tough rhythms and encouraged them when they felt unsure. Watching them grow reminded me of how far I’d come—and made me realize how much I wanted to help others do the same.
What stood out most wasn’t just the music—it was the way both Mr. Lidle and Mr. Mansilla believed in their students. They didn’t just teach notes on a page—they taught confidence, discipline, and heart. That’s the kind of teacher I want to be: someone who creates a safe, inspiring space where students can find their voice.
Being Latino, being a first-generation college student, and coming from a family that’s sacrificed a lot has taught me the value of education. My mom came from Puerto Rico and worked hard to give us a better future. She pushed me to dream big, and I want to make her proud. College is a way to honor her sacrifice and to build a future where I can uplift others like me.
This scholarship would help me continue my education and pursue a degree in music education. It’s not just about earning a diploma—it’s about using that knowledge to impact lives, just as mine was impacted. I want to inspire the next generation of students, especially those who may not always feel seen or heard. I want to help them find their rhythm—just like I found mine.
Teaching Like Teri Scholarship
For a long time, I thought I wanted to be a nurse. The idea of helping others, making a difference in someone’s life, and doing something hands-on felt like the right path. And in many ways, it made sense—I’ve always had a nurturing side. But even when I talked about medicine, there was always something tugging at the back of my mind: education. I didn’t realize it at first, but teaching had been quietly calling to me all along.
Growing up, I was the kind of kid who liked explaining things—whether it was helping a friend study or breaking something down just to see the “aha!” moment on their face. Still, I pushed the thought aside. Nursing seemed more stable, more expected. It wasn’t until I started teaching my younger brother how to make music that everything clicked.
My brother and I have always been close, and music is something we bonded over. One day, I sat him down at my laptop, opened up a music production program, and started walking him through the basics. At first, it was just for fun—helping him layer beats, tweak sounds, and understand rhythm. But then I noticed something: the way his eyes lit up when he figured something out, how focused he became when he was creating. I wasn’t just showing him how to make music—I was teaching him. And I loved it.
There was something so fulfilling about watching him grow, about knowing I helped him unlock a new skill. That one-on-one experience reminded me of what really mattered to me. It wasn’t just about helping people—it was about guiding them, encouraging them, and watching them discover their own potential. I realized that what I wanted wasn’t in a hospital room, but in a classroom—or a music room.
From that moment on, I started looking at my future differently. I thought about the teachers who made an impact on me—the ones who saw something in me even when I couldn’t see it myself. I wanted to be that person for someone else. I wanted to create a space where students could feel safe, seen, and inspired to grow.
Teaching gives me the chance to merge two things I love: helping people and making music. As a future music educator, I hope to bring creativity into students’ lives, especially those who may not feel like they belong anywhere else. Music was my escape, my passion, and my safe space—and I want to share that with others.
Looking back, I’m grateful I started on the path to nursing. It taught me that I’m driven by connection and care. But I’ve found my true purpose in education. It’s not just something I want to do—it’s who I am.
Sean Flynn Memorial Scholarship
WinnerI vomited while George Washington watched.
Yes, *that* George Washington. His giant, glowering portrait dominated the grand entrance of Harding Elementary like a boss-level video game character. He was decked out in full Revolutionary War gear, hand on a scroll, eyes screaming, *“Don’t screw this up, kid.” * And there I was: a jittery six-year-old, backpack bigger than my torso, stepping onto the waxed floors of my new academic kingdom.
It was my first day of first grade. The morning had been pure magic: crisp September air, sidewalk chalk ghosts on the pavement, and my sister skipping beside me, throwing dramatic jabs like, “Don’t get lost in that BIG school!” while clearly dying to brag to her friends that her annoying brother was now a first grader. My mom held my other hand, talking in this sing-song voice like first grade was a trip to Disney World and not a 7-hour emotional boot camp.
I had all the gear: a shiny tin lunchbox with cartoon animals playing sports, a new blue backpack that could’ve doubled as camping equipment, and inside that lunchbox? A peanut butter sandwich, pineapple chunks, and the true villain of this story—White Cherry Kool-Aid. My mom had packed it with love. I drank it like a champion on the way to the school gates, chugging that syrupy red juice like I was a gladiator preparing for battle.
Big mistake.
As we stepped into the hallway—George Washington looming like the ghost of school expectations—I felt the Kool-Aid revolt. At first, it was just a quiet twist in my gut, like a tiny gremlin was poking around, asking, *“You sure about this?”* But every step made it worse. The floor wax smell, the breakfast breath of a hundred kids, the echoing chaos of the hallway—it all swirled into a sensory hell. The Kool-Aid began staging a full-blown coup.
And then I looked up.
George Washington’s eyes bore into my soul. He wasn’t just a painting anymore. He was *sentient*, judging me with the same gaze he probably used on traitors and teeth-rotting cherry trees. I tried to hold it together. I really did. But under his heavy judgmental stare, my stomach tapped out.
The Kool-Aid erupted.
It wasn’t a polite, “oops” moment. It was a **technicolor** nightmare. Pink-red horror sprayed across the shiny tiles like a crime scene. I swear I saw it hit someone’s shoes. The sound? A wet *SPLORCH* that echoed like the bell of doom. The smell? A cocktail of sugar, regret, and acid.
The hallway fell silent. Kids stared in horror, their faces frozen in collective *ew.* Somewhere in the distance, I heard a kind voice—Ms. Miller, my soon-to-be teacher—herding the shocked masses away like a first-grade trauma counselor. She gently led me to the nurse as I stared at the Kool-Aid carnage behind me.
When my mom arrived, I collapsed into her arms and cried like the tragic hero I was. My first day had lasted fifteen minutes. George Washington never blinked.
But I swear he smirked.
Seymour Philippe Memorial Scholarship
Being Latino isn't just a label or demographic box, it is a legacy. It's something I carry in my name, my skin, my rhythm, and the stories I've heard around the dinner table. My heritage is a blend of sacrifice, strength, and culture that has shaped who I am today. I'm proud to be Latino because it connects me to generations of people who have worked hard, faced adversity, and still managed to create joy and community wherever they went. That history fuels everything I do, including my dream of going to college.
Growing up, I saw what resilience looks like firsthand. My mom came to the mainland from Puerto Rico with nothing but determination. She left behind her home, her comfort zone, and most of her family, all so her children could have more opportunities than she did. I have heard stories of how hard it was, how she worked long hours at jobs that didn't pay enough worked long hours to support our family, how she struggled with the language barrier, and how lonely it felt to be far from home. She went to trade school and got a certificate, and one afternoon she sat me down and said, "Mijo, you're going to go further than me. And I am proud of you." That moment stuck with me. It wasn't just a wish; it was a mission to make her proud.
My Latino heritage lives in those sacrifices. My heritage is made up of those little moments. It lives in the values my mom taught me: hard work, humility, and never forgetting where you came from. It' the reason I carry myself with pride, even when life gets difficult. Whether we're gathered for Thanksgiving around a pot of arroz con gandules, laughing at inside jokes in Spanglish, or the sound of bachata, salsa, or reggaetón while we clean on weekends. I'm constantly reminded of the strength that runs in our blood.
College, for me, is the next step in honoring that strength and breaking cycles. I want to be the first in my family to graduate not just for myself, but or my mom, for everything she gave up so I could have this chance and to prove that it is possible to my brother. I plan to major in music education because music always been a way for me express my identity and connect with others. It's a universal language, and I want to use it to inspire the next generation of students, especially those who come from backgrounds like mine.
College is a chance to grow not just for myself, but for my whole family and community. I want to be someone who uplifts others, who uses education to create opportunity, and brings my full, unapologetic self into every room I walk into. I'm proud to be Latino, and I'm proud to chase a future that honors everything my heritage stands for
Cariloop’s Caregiver Scholarship
Caregiving, for me, isn't a job, like my mom who is a nurse, isn't a job I clock in and out of. It's just a part of my life. I care for my younger brother who is thirteen turning fourteen, and while it's never been an official title with bells and whistles, it's one that shaped who I am in so many unexpected ways. From managing daily routines to being a shoulder to lean on during hard moments, caregiving has taught me patience, resilience, and what it means to really show up for someone.
My brother needs a little more support than most kids his age. Whether it's helping him with schoolwork, explaining things in ways that make sense to him, calming him down when he's overstimulated, or just being there when things get too overwhelming. I'm often the one in his corner. Sometimes that means walking him through his homework when he's unsure, making sure he's awake and dressed for the day, or just making him laugh when the world feels like its caving in. It's about the little things that, when put together, makes a big difference.
Being his caregiver changed the way I view the world. I've become more empathetic, more aware of people's needs even when they aren't said out loud. I've learned how to listen, not to just words, but to body language, tone and energy. That sensitivity has flowed into other parts of my life. It's why I want to pursue a career in music education. I want to create safe spaces where young people, especially those who might struggle to feel understood, can thrive through expression, just like I've seen my brother light up when he understands a song.
Balancing caregiving with school hasn't been easy. There are nights where I'm up late helping my brother through a tough evening before turning in my own assignments. There are days I've had to say no to plans or opportunities because my family needed me more. But through all that, I've never stopped pushing forward. If anything, caregiving has made me more determined. I know how much I want to succeed, not just for myself, but for family. I want to be someone my brother can look up to, someone who made it and reached back to help others do the same.
Receiving this scholarship would take a huge weight off my shoulders. It would mean being able to focus more on education and less on the financial stress that often comes with college. I'm aiming to study music education, and I hope one day become a band director who can create inclusive, empowering spaces for students, especially those who feel like they don't fit into the mold. My brother inspired that goal. Helping him has shown me the power of patience, creativity, and connection, and I want to bring that same energy into the classroom.
This scholarship isn't just money to me, it's a belief. Belief that my story, my hard work, and my care for others matter. It would be a step toward making my goals a reality and a reminder that all the nights spent juggling my brother's need and my own weren't for nothing. I've carried a lot, but I've also grown stronger because of it. And with support from this scholarship, I know I can go even further.