A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. I lost my father at age 11. Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around, each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Every time my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. My mental health shaped me and motivated me to become a better person.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. I got an MRI and turns out I needed surgery. The reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. I lost my father at age 11. Growing up Dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. I looked to my mom to handle things and she didn’t know how. I wish I had known that my mom was strong but equally vulnerable. Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a young child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my father, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. Then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. I lost my father at age 11 a week before my 12th birthday. I was so young I didn't know what to think or how to view the situation other than heartbreaking. I felt alone and useless for months. I thought I would never get over this, I still haven't. No one just gets over the death of their parent. But I had people and my sport to get me through everything. Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. This event impacted my life greatly. It put me into therapy at a young age, and had me feeling and thinking things no 11 year old should be thinking. As I grew older I figured out that doing things for myself and talking about the situation would help that feeling. Getting over such a tragic thing isn't an option. I just have to keep pushing everyday and do everything for me.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Every time my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. My mental health shaped me and motivated me to become a better person. Going to college means I can go out and become the person I have always wanted to be. Being more independent and self loved is the most important thing to me in life. Doing things for myself is what I need and what I am truly trying to accomplish in my lifetime. My health and success means the world to me. I hope that by this time next year, I’ll have improved my grades and maybe even started a new hobby. I hope you made the cheer team in college and made a lot of connections. I also want to be more confident and take on new challenges. Remember that it’s okay to make mistakes and that every setback is an opportunity to learn and grow. You can learn from everything you do and say. Keep your self love and stay active. I’m aiming to build stronger relationships with the people around me and to be more open to new experiences. It’s important to remember that personal growth doesn’t happen overnight, and it’s okay to take things one step at a time.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. I lost my father at age 11. Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. While I was cheering I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. I lost my father at 11 and I had no idea what else the world was going to bring me. As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around, each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breathe as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or hear about, and it still is today. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Every time my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. My mental health shaped me and motivated me to become a better person.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. While cheering, I went through an injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help. This scholarship will help me go to School, may dorm and get out and be more independent with myself.

Tobey Maguire's portrayal of Spider-Man in Sam Raimi's trilogy has left an indelible mark on fans and the superhero genre. His unique interpretation of Peter Parker and Spider-Man has set a high standard that many believe remains unmatched. Firstly, Tobey Maguire's Peter Parker is incredibly relatable. He captures the essence of an everyday teenager struggling with the typical problems of adolescence, such as school, work, and unrequited love. Maguire's portrayal emphasizes Peter's humanity and vulnerability, making his transformation into Spider-Man all the more compelling. The audience can see themselves in Peter Parker, which makes his journey resonate deeply. Secondly, the emotional depth that Maguire brings to the character is unparalleled. The scenes where Peter grapples with the loss of his Uncle Ben and the weight of his responsibilities are heart-wrenching. Tobey's ability to convey a wide range of emotions, from joy to sorrow, brings a richness to the character that enhances the storytelling. His performance in pivotal scenes, such as the iconic "With great power comes great responsibility" moment, is both powerful and memorable. Additionally, Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man is a perfect blend of heroism and humor. While he embodies the moral integrity and bravery expected of a superhero, he also brings a light-heartedness and charm to the role. His quips and one-liners during battles add a layer of authenticity to the character, staying true to the comic book origins. This balance of seriousness and humor makes his Spider-Man both endearing and inspiring. The chemistry between Tobey Maguire and his co-stars, particularly Kirsten Dunst as Mary Jane Watson, also plays a significant role in the success of the trilogy. Their on-screen relationship is believable and adds an emotional core to the films. The ups and downs of their romance provide a grounding element amidst the action-packed sequences, making the audience invested in their story. Furthermore, the Raimi trilogy's storytelling and direction complement Maguire's performance perfectly. The films are a blend of action, drama, and character development, allowing Tobey to showcase his range as an actor. The iconic scenes, such as the upside-down kiss and the train rescue, have become cultural touchstones, in large part due to Maguire's memorable performance. In conclusion, Tobey Maguire's portrayal of Spider-Man stands out as the best due to his relatable and emotionally rich depiction of Peter Parker, his perfect blend of heroism and humor, and the strong chemistry with his co-stars. His performance has set a benchmark for future portrayals of the character, and his impact on the superhero genre is undeniable. Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man is not just a superhero; he is a symbol of hope, resilience, and the enduring power of responsibility.

Dear Future Me, I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. Right now, you are planning to move out in a few days because of your toxic home life. I really hope everything goes well, you need this. You are stressed but hopeful and excited for college to start to make new friends. You struggle with putting yourself out there and you should really try your best to come out of your shell. but I’ve learned so much about myself and what I’m capable of. I’m working hard on my studies and getting ready for college and trying to balance my social life. Keep making all the friends you can and have fun. I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed, but I’m proud of how I’m managing everything. Live your life for yourself! I hope that by this time next year, I’ll have improved my grades and maybe even started a new hobby. I hope you made the cheer team in college and made a lot of connections. I also want to be more confident and take on new challenges. Remember that it’s okay to make mistakes and that every setback is an opportunity to learn and grow. You can learn from everything you do and say. Keep your self love and stay active. I’m aiming to build stronger relationships with the people around me and to be more open to new experiences. It’s important to remember that personal growth doesn’t happen overnight, and it’s okay to take things one step at a time. Remember to stay positive and keep pushing forward, even when things get tough. You’ve got this! Do things for you, you are above everyone else. I’m excited to see how far you’ve come and what you’ve accomplished. Make your hopes and dreams come true. Help people in the way you want to help people. Keep believing in yourself and never forget how strong and capable you are! You are doing great Jayde, keep doing what you are doing. I love you, and you should love you now too. I promise you can do this, you've done so much already. Don’t be too hard on yourself when things don’t go as planned. Instead, take a moment to reflect on what you can learn from the situation. Life is full of ups and downs, and it’s how you handle those moments that truly defines you. Surround yourself with positive influences and don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. You are not alone on this journey. Take time to appreciate the little things in life and always stay curious. Continue to explore your passions and never stop learning. The future is full of possibilities, and I know you have the potential to achieve great things. Keep dreaming big and working hard, and remember to enjoy the ride. With love, Your Past Self

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through an injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My cheer story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around dagging each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or hear about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. At age 11 on a Sunday night, I found my father lifeless laying on the couch. I was told to go wake him up when I got home from cheer that night, he was watching the kids. After that the rest of that night was unforgettable, yet a blur. The blaring sound of sirens coming down my street. The police carried him out, as my grandma and aunt came to get my younger siblings and me. I will never forget how alone, scared, and lost I felt. I couldn’t sleep, I missed a week of school. The start of 6th grade, my first year of middle school had me lost in the chaos. This made me lose myself. School, relationships, and even cheer felt different. The random words and actions of others triggered a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt like I couldn’t handle life anymore. All I could think about was the chaos. I just did understand why all the bad stuff was happening to me and my life. I was in therapy from the passing of my dad at this point, but I really went there to talk about my mother because I wouldn’t talk about that night. Talking about her didn’t change anything. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. At 14 I was a mom with 3 kids. Feeding them, bathing them, putting them to bed, cleaning up after them. Everyone that I told just told me that they felt bad and wished it was different for me. I thought I would never get help, I was told I had to try and I thought I was trying. I learned to take my anger out in cheer and tumble when I had a bad day at home. The coaches were all there for me throughout all these years. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. These last 7 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted these good things. Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Cheerleading was the greatest distraction of my life. Everyone would offer places for me to live and I never thought of walking out until I watched my older sister do it. That gave me a goal for myself. Every action and decision I have made in the past has made me who I am currently and who I want to be in the future.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around, each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Every time my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. My mental health shaped me and motivated me to become a better person.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help. As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother.. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Every time my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. My mental health shaped me and motivated me to become a better person. This scholarship will help my pay for dorming in college to get out of this situation. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through an injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through an injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help. This scholarship will help me in an finical to get to my goal to go school to help people.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around, each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Every time my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. My mental health shaped me and motivated me to become a better person.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around, each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Every time my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. My mental health shaped me and motivated me to become a better person.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. I can tell my story and help people get through there hardships and getting through being a single parented child.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around, each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. Going into school and praying I get enough money to be able to pay for dorming to get out of my situation.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around dagging each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. Looking back at my past has motivated me to be a better person.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. At age 11 I lost ,y dad due to illness. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my father, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me. I also went through an injury that caused me to get many surgeries. As an athlete it was the hardest thing. I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help. I have Irlen Syndrome. Irlen Syndrome can have a significant impact on your life in various ways. It affects how you process visual information, which can lead to difficulties with reading, writing, and even everyday tasks. People with Irlen Syndrome often experience symptoms like headaches, eye strain, and fatigue when exposed to certain types of lighting or when reading for extended periods. In school or work, this can translate to challenges in focusing, comprehending written material, and maintaining productivity. Socially, it can cause stress and anxiety, especially in environments with harsh lighting or lots of printed text. I also have CAPD. Central Auditory Processing Disorder (CAPD) can impact your life in several ways, especially in how you understand and process auditory information. People with CAPD might find it difficult to distinguish between similar sounds, follow spoken instructions, or understand speech in noisy environments.In school or work settings, this can make it hard to keep up with conversations, follow lectures, or participate in discussions, potentially leading to frustration and misunderstandings. Socially, it can affect your ability to engage in conversations, especially in group settings or noisy places, which lead to feelings of isolation or anxiety. I don't let my disability get to me. I work staying focused and get all the help I can to get through school and life. Having these disabilities make me motivated to go as far and push myself with school and my future.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around dagging each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. I went through everything on my own. I am moving out and planning to make my life better for myself and not focus on everyone else's happiness.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years passed,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around, each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or hear about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it. In college I will tell my story and help spread awareness and let others know they are not alone.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. Once I got hurt in cheer, weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. So why medical school? I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. EventuallyI got hurt and needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. Also growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Soon after he passed away. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. So why medical school? I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. I lost my dad when I as 11. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. At age 11 I lost my dad due to illness. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my father, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me. I also went through an injury that caused me to get many surgeries. As an athlete it was the hardest thing. I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. I have Irlen Syndrome. Irlen Syndrome can have a significant impact on your life in various ways. It affects how you process visual information, which can lead to difficulties with reading, writing, and even everyday tasks. People with Irlen Syndrome often experience symptoms like headaches, eye strain, and fatigue when exposed to certain types of lighting or when reading for extended periods. In school or work, this can translate to challenges in focusing, comprehending written material, and maintaining productivity. Socially, it can cause stress and anxiety, especially in environments with harsh lighting or lots of printed text. I also have CAPD. Central Auditory Processing Disorder (CAPD) can impact your life in several ways, especially in how you understand and process auditory information. People with CAPD might find it difficult to distinguish between similar sounds, follow spoken instructions, or understand speech in noisy environments.In school or work settings, this can make it hard to keep up with conversations, follow lectures, or participate in discussions, potentially leading to frustration and misunderstandings. Socially, it can affect your ability to engage in conversations, especially in group settings or noisy places, which lead to feelings of isolation or anxiety. I don't let my disability get to me. I work staying focused and get all the help I can to get through school and life. Having these disabilities make me motivated to go as far and push myself with school and my future.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me. My greatest achievement was writing this essay and telling my story. It taught me that I am resilient and strong enough to tell my story and get through all the obstacles in my life. I hope to become a physical therapist to help other people. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Soon after he passed away. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. It is my turn to help others like my dad.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around dagging each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around dagging each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it.

I am Jayde Baker and I live with ADHD. Writing this essay is a proud writing talking about my daily struggles and most importantly my reason of motivation. ADHD (Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder) can have a wide-ranging impact on your life, affecting various aspects such as academic performance, work, and personal relationships. In Academic Performance ADHD makes it difficult to focus on tasks, follow instructions, and complete assignments on time. This lead to me having lower grades and a struggle to keep up with coursework and struggle with friends and keeping up with everyone and everything. In a professional such as the workplace my ADHD causes me to have challenges with meeting deadlines, staying organized, and managing time effectively. This affects my job performance and career advancement and is very frustrating to handle at times. I get very distracted most days and usually feel like doing nothing. Going into a major that will keep me motivated is very excited and I can not wait to see what the future holds. Going into college with ADHD is scary. Knowing that there will be more work to do with less "hand held' guidance. Personal Relationships ADHD influence my interactions with friends and family. Impulsivity and inattentiveness lead to misunderstandings or conflicts, making it harder to maintain healthy relationships. Managing everyday tasks, such as paying bills, keeping appointments, and maintaining a routine, are more challenging. This causes increased stress and frustration. Having ADHD makes me want to push harder in life and really prove to people that even with struggles and hardships things can be done. I am motivated. Approximately 5% of children worldwide have ADHD, and about 2.5% of adults are also affected by the disorder. In the United States, it's estimated that around 6.1 million children aged 2-17 years, kids like me, have been diagnosed with ADHD, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). The prevalence can vary based on different factors such as age, gender, and diagnostic criteria used. In conclusion, ADHD is a complex disorder that affects many aspects of an individual's life, from academic and professional performance to personal relationships. Understanding the symptoms and impacts of ADHD is crucial for providing appropriate support and interventions. With effective management strategies, including medication, therapy, and lifestyle adjustments, individuals with ADHD can overcome challenges and achieve their full potential. By fostering a supportive and informed environment, we can help those with ADHD thrive and lead fulfilling lives.

As I think about how I want to go on with my life from this point on, I am often reminded of the diverse paths and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My identity is like my own personal brand logo. It represents who I am, my values, beliefs, and experiences. Just like a logo represents what a company stands for. In this paper, I will explore the outlines of my identity, tracing the paths I've run and the strides I've made towards self-discovery, from the challenges I've overcome to the passions that drive me towards my future. In my past, as a kid I thought everything that happened in my life was normal. I did not understand that I knew absolutely nothing. The way I was treated by my parents and my friends. Continuously getting bullied in both areas, I said to myself “everyone's life is just like mine”, but it wasn’t. Sure other kids got back handed or hit but not the way I did. At home I would deal with physical and emotional pain from my mother. The farthest memory I can remember is when she was pregnant with my little sister, I was 5. The cops showed up to the house in an undercover car, I thought it was my grandma. It wasn’t. She couldn’t control herself, ripping everything from her room and shattering glass on the floors for us to clean up after. Constant yelling and throwing things around dagging each throw hoping she is not aiming for me. 8 year old me thought getting pushed to the ground and getting sat on was completely normal. I thought getting shoved into the corner of the wall was just an accident. She made it sound like an accident as she was telling CPS when they showed up. All the bloody noses from throwing me or kicking my face. Her nail marks from her sitting on top of me so I couldn’t breath as she dug her long nails into me. Sometimes I would come home from school or a friend's house and all my stuff from my room would be at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my room. She would take everything out of my room just because she was upset. I felt like I was her only kid, never taking her anger out on any of the other kids. Just me and my dad, and I was my father’s daughter. Always punching my dad even after he got sick and was helpless. And he just took it from her because he’d rather have him get beat than me. I never told anyone because I just thought all my friends went through the same thing. I can’t remember at what age I started talking to someone about what I went through at home. It was always a touchy topic for me to bring up or here about, and it still is today. Eventually my doctors knew and I started recording everything but nothing ever got fixed or better so I stopped trying as much. I struggled with mental health severely. I was hurting myself in a physical way. I was so used to physical pain from other people why not give it to myself. It seemed like I deserved it. Everytime my mother would yell or go crazy I'd sit in my room with the kitchen knife. When she wasn’t home and it was my siblings acting up I’d sit in the kitchen and do it.

I was never into reading books then watching the movies for them but The Great Gatsby was a different experience. There was something about the movie that really made me look at life differently. All the symbols I came to learn what they meant and the elegance of the movie and the music in the background of every scene just made me love the movie. A movie can impact you in various ways, like stirring your emotions, sparking inspiration, or provoking deep thoughts. When you watch a movie, you immerse yourself in a different world, experiencing the characters' triumphs, struggles, and journeys. This can create a powerful connection and empathy towards their stories. A well-crafted movie can leave a lasting impression, making you reflect on your own life, values, and beliefs. It can challenge your perspectives, broaden your horizons, and even motivate you to take action or make positive changes. Movies have the ability to entertain, educate, and touch our hearts, leaving us with valuable lessons and memories that can shape our lives. So, the impact of a movie goes beyond mere entertainment, it can be a transformative experience. "The Great Gatsby," set in the roaring '20s, follows Nick Carraway, who moves to New York and meets the mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby. Gatsby is known for his lavish parties, but he's really hoping to reconnect with his old flame, Daisy Buchanan, who's now married to Tom. Gatsby and Daisy rekindle their romance, but things get complicated. Tom has an affair with Myrtle, who's married to George. The tension builds up, leading to tragic events. Gatsby's dream of being with Daisy collapses, revealing the emptiness of his pursuit and the decay of the American Dream. It's a powerful story about love, desire, and disillusionment. "The Great Gatsby" can impact your life in a few ways. It's a story that explores themes like the pursuit of the American Dream, the illusion of wealth, and the consequences of obsession. It can make you reflect on the value of material possessions and the importance of genuine connections. The characters' experiences might inspire you to examine your own aspirations and the choices you make in life. It's a thought-provoking tale that can offer insights into human nature and the complexities of society. The moral of The Great Gatsby is that the American Dream is illusory. Gatsby's dream was to be with Daisy, but even after he attained her lifestyle, he was unable to be with her. Meanwhile, the people that had money, like Daisy and Tom, could not achieve happiness either. This movie has taught me a lot about real life and different ways to think about things in life.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. At age 11 I lost ,y dad due to illness. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my father, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me. I also went through an injury that caused me to get many surgeries. As an athlete it was the hardest thing. I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to be a physical therapist. It’s my time to help. I have Irlen Syndrome. Irlen Syndrome can have a significant impact on your life in various ways. It affects how you process visual information, which can lead to difficulties with reading, writing, and even everyday tasks. People with Irlen Syndrome often experience symptoms like headaches, eye strain, and fatigue when exposed to certain types of lighting or when reading for extended periods. In school or work, this can translate to challenges in focusing, comprehending written material, and maintaining productivity. Socially, it can cause stress and anxiety, especially in environments with harsh lighting or lots of printed text. I also have CAPD. Central Auditory Processing Disorder (CAPD) can impact your life in several ways, especially in how you understand and process auditory information. People with CAPD might find it difficult to distinguish between similar sounds, follow spoken instructions, or understand speech in noisy environments.In school or work settings, this can make it hard to keep up with conversations, follow lectures, or participate in discussions, potentially leading to frustration and misunderstandings. Socially, it can affect your ability to engage in conversations, especially in group settings or noisy places, which lead to feelings of isolation or anxiety. I don't let my disability get to me. I work staying focused and get all the help I can to get through school and life. Having these disabilities make me motivated to go as far and push myself with school and my future.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened.I got hurt. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. The rest of the night was unforgettable, yet a blur. I remember the blaring sound of sirens coming down my street. The police carried my dad out as my grandma and aunt came to get my younger siblings and me. I will never forget how alone, scared, and lost I felt, my head spinning in circles. I couldn’t sleep, and I missed a week of school. The start of 6th grade, my first year of middle school, had me lost in the chaos. This made me lose myself. School, relationships, and even cheerleading felt different. The random words and actions of others triggered a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt like I couldn’t handle life anymore. All I could think about was the chaos. I turned that anger, trauma, sadness, and much more emotions I felt into dedication and motivation. Knowing that my mom is in a better place with God gave me a sense of relief because I know she is looking down on me and watching my every move proud. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I was always daddy’s little girl, his mini-me, in his looks and behavior. My dad was my go-to person for everything. My dad would make me laugh when I had a bad day. We danced in the basement to his favorite music together, laughing our heads off. I never realized how much I needed him until I lost him. He was my hero. It’s hard to look at every girl's father-daughter bond knowing I don’t have one anymore. Holidays aren’t the same. My dad's smile is missing from the family photos and isn’t there in the stands at my cheer competitions. My dad, my biggest supporter and my best friend, was gone. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Soon after he passed away. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I personally went through a traumatic foot surgery holding me back from the sport I loved. I got injured doing something I loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever.I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured before that. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father and the challenge I went through during this time. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then I got injured at practice one night. I thought everything was okay until the pain just keep getting worse. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then I got hurt and I needed surgery. The reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I am hoping to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. My goal is to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. Living in a single parent household with siblings and zero income is the hardest thing going into college like not having any money to pay for the college you want. I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. The start of 6th grade, my first year of middle school, had me lost in the chaos. This made me lose myself. School, relationships, and even cheerleading felt different. The random words and actions of others triggered a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt like I couldn’t handle life anymore. All I could think about was the chaos. I turned that anger, trauma, sadness, and much more emotions I felt into dedication and motivation. Knowing that my mom is in a better place with God gave me a sense of relief because I know she is looking down on me and watching my every move proud. My dad was paralyzed from the waist down for months because of Guillain-Barre Syndrome. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally and I watched my dad go through his. I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened, I got hurt. I never thought I would get hurt. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. Also growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Soon after he passed away. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I am going to school for biology and anatomy to further become a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. Science is a big part of our life and I have a patient to learn it. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened, I got hurt. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. Also growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Soon after he passed away. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

I was never into reading books then watching the movies for them but The Great Gatsby was a different experience. There was something about the movie that really made me look at life differently. All the symbols I came to learn what they meant and the elegance of the movie and the music in the background of every scene just made me love the movie. A movie can impact you in various ways, like stirring your emotions, sparking inspiration, or provoking deep thoughts. When you watch a movie, you immerse yourself in a different world, experiencing the characters' triumphs, struggles, and journeys. This can create a powerful connection and empathy towards their stories. A well-crafted movie can leave a lasting impression, making you reflect on your own life, values, and beliefs. It can challenge your perspectives, broaden your horizons, and even motivate you to take action or make positive changes. Movies have the ability to entertain, educate, and touch our hearts, leaving us with valuable lessons and memories that can shape our lives. So, the impact of a movie goes beyond mere entertainment, it can be a transformative experience. "The Great Gatsby," set in the roaring '20s, follows Nick Carraway, who moves to New York and meets the mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby. Gatsby is known for his lavish parties, but he's really hoping to reconnect with his old flame, Daisy Buchanan, who's now married to Tom. Gatsby and Daisy rekindle their romance, but things get complicated. Tom has an affair with Myrtle, who's married to George. The tension builds up, leading to tragic events. Gatsby's dream of being with Daisy collapses, revealing the emptiness of his pursuit and the decay of the American Dream. It's a powerful story about love, desire, and disillusionment. "The Great Gatsby" can impact your life in a few ways. It's a story that explores themes like the pursuit of the American Dream, the illusion of wealth, and the consequences of obsession. It can make you reflect on the value of material possessions and the importance of genuine connections. The characters' experiences might inspire you to examine your own aspirations and the choices you make in life. It's a thought-provoking tale that can offer insights into human nature and the complexities of society. The moral of The Great Gatsby is that the American Dream is illusory. Gatsby's dream was to be with Daisy, but even after he attained her lifestyle, he was unable to be with her. Meanwhile, the people that had money, like Daisy and Tom, could not achieve happiness either. This movie has taught me a lot about real life and different ways to think about things in life.

My all time favorite go-to binge watching Netflix show is Liv and Maddie. Liv, a popular television star whose show has just finished its run, and Maddie, an outstanding student and school basketball star whose popularity is on the rise--until Liv returns to their high school. Liv and Maddie are identical twins and built-in best friend. The series revolves identical twins who have opposite personalities and different hoodies but are still together all the time. Liv adjusting to normal family life after her successful career in Hollywood. Most events take place at the Rooney residence or at Ridgewood High School. At the end of the third season, the Rooney house collapses and Maddie enrolls in a college in Los Angeles, California. It is something about the fact that I can relate, like fitting in and playing sports and being a teenager with siblings and going to high school. It's all so real to me I don't see it as a show anymore. I get so into the fake drama and romance. The show Liv and Maddie is my escape from reality. I do not think about life or what I am doing while watching it. I could sit in my room all day watching it. And even with watching the show more than seven times and I basically know the entire script I will still go back to watch it just to see what comes next. People tend to have comfort shows because they provide a sense of familiarity, nostalgia, and relaxation. It is like a cozy blanket for the mind. It is a source of entertainment that people like myself go to when they want to rewind and feel comforted. I feel connected to the characters and their storylines. Watching Liv and Maddie brings happy memories and a sense of nostalgia. I personally don't like change so finding a new show to watch that I I'll enjoy just as much as I enjoy Liv and Maddie is slim to none. It's a mini escape from reality where you can just kick back, relax, and enjoy something familiar and comforting. I watch my comfort show to have a sense of emotional security and stability. It provides a sense of belonging and makes me feel like I am apart of their world because of how much I feel that I can relate. Liv and Maddie is definitely binge worthy for a long weekend

I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling at my parents while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to a cheerleader forever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. Even when life got hard I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I used cheer as a get away from reality and it got me out of my toxic home. I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. Also growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Soon after he passed away. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. So why medical school? I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

Let me paint you a picture. Two best friends, the younger a dedicated member of Team Jeremiah. The older rooting for Conrad on the other end of the couch. My best friend and I binged Amazon Prime's The Summer I Turned Pretty in one sitting on a lovely June day, and nothing has rocked our hang out dynamic more than this seven-episode series. I am Team Conrad of course , and she is Team Jeremiah. At 15 years old, my first is a lover of all things romance, summer and Jenny Han. She really saw herself in Belly because they're so similar in age and total beach bums. I'm 18 years old around the same age as Conrad Fisher, and related way more to his struggles. I'm Team Conrad because I'm a sucker for the mysterious Wattpad bad-boy type. His cold demeanor in the series makes him seem like he has a heart of steel, but OMG, does this boy have it *bad* for Belly. He was so sweet to her when they were little and he continues to share adorable moments with her throughout the series. Their chemistry in those moments is unmatched, and it's undeniable that Belly and Conrad just glow when they're together. Sure, there's tension, but there's also romance—and that is what makes their feelings truly authentic and human. Not to be mushy, but that combo of angst and happiness is what makes their love so real. Now, the way Conrad treats Belly is...well, not how any girl should be treated. But it’s also the way I've been treated so I can really understand how Belly feels towards him. I acknowledge that Conrad goes through a really dark period with his family life and college applications, but he has no excuse to treat Belly the way he does. We see Conrad belittle Belly, make fun of her after her first date and "forget" her b-day present. However, we also see Conrad and Belly joke around, dance at the deb ball and share many tender moments together. With how I've seen Belly and Conrad act together, in those moments where they are alone and just so obviously in love, I cannot see them with anyone else. And that’s exactly how I feel, I get stiff with a certain person who’s probably not so good for me, Conrad and Belly's relationship would be packed with butterflies, heart-warming moments and inside jokes. I can see them dancing again and again, just like how they spun in circles practicing for the deb ball. Conrad will always be there for Belly to look out for her, he is also just the big bro. He'll be protective, loving and always down to pick up the "good muffins" for their next date. Conrad is the obvious choice for Belly. He has the emotional maturity that Jeremiah lacks. Conrad recognized that he couldn't be his best self for Belly because of his overpowering grief. Therefore, he knew he had to break it off to give them the time they needed apart. That is was a real man should do.

Olivia Rodrigo is a talented singer-songwriter who first rose to fame as an actress on the Disney Channel. Born on February 20, 2003, in Temecula, California, Olivia has quickly become a prominent figure in the music industry, thanks to her powerful voice, emotional songwriting, and relatable lyrics. At just 18 years old, she has already achieved remarkable success and has become a role model for young aspiring musicians. Music is healing, but it hadn’t exactly been in my world until I’d heard Olivia’s for the first time. There was already plenty of preexisting music out in the world when I found mine crashing down around me before I could even legally vote, so what exactly made Olivia different? It’s the notion that wounds that originate in your teen years are different. They reopen easier, with the painful reminders of how you got them, and the even more painful realizations of what you should have had instead. At her very core, Olivia conveyed this with the brutal honesty that acted as a warm blanket to everyone just trying to survive the uncomfortable road of teenage girlhood. Beyond her unparalleled talent for storytelling and her astonishing vocals, I think that our shared age and her unwillingness to pretend that teen years were all they’re choked up to be made the world feel less dreary, less hopeless. That is one of the many gifts of Olivia. Olivia Rodrigo and her purple, glitter gel pen are back with a brand-new song off her sophomore record, Guts, and let's just say the Sour songwriter stays relatable AF. On Friday, August 11, Liv dropped the next single off her new album, "Bad Idea Right?" and I'm already obsessed with the skittish, fun nature of the track. It sonically calls back to the summer i was 17 and couldn’t get away from this one boy. The lyric “Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?” was my motto that summer along with “And I told my friends I was asleep. But I never said where or in whose sheets” could not get him out of my head. We were a toxic couple but i didn’t want any other boy, i thought he was the one. i always thought of the lyric “And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men. But I really can't remember when” every time I saw thinking he was the boy I wanted to spend my life with. He wasn’t. I just love that i could relate to every one of her songs. But this is definitely the one I could relate to most in my teenage years. In conclusion, Olivia Rodrigo is a force to be reckoned with in the music industry. Her talent, authenticity, and advocacy make her a unique and influential figure in the current music landscape. As she continues to evolve as an artist, there is no doubt that she will leave an indelible mark on the industry and inspire countless others to follow in her footsteps.

Since the kickstart of her career, the esteemed songstress Taylor Swift has never failed to fly to the top of the charts with each of her albums. Now if I had to choose one song from the album, 1989 Taylor’s version for the soundtrack of this year the song I would choose would be “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift. This song is meant to be empowering and uplifting. The song's lyrics talk about brushing off negativity, criticism, and challenges, and embracing a more positive outlook. The chorus of the song repeats the line "Shake it off," emphasizing the idea of letting go of negative emotions and not letting them bring you down.I chose this song because I feel like it best describes my attitude towards life and situations. The first impression I would want the audience to make about me would be that I have a happy spirit and I try to always stay positive and not let things bother me. I want people to see that although bad things can happen, it’s your attitude that gets you through and makes it better. I always say, the better the attitude, the better the situation. I chose “Shake It Off’ because it is an upbeat song and I think people would view me as being upbeat and bubbly through everything. I believe that if you have a bubbly personality, it makes going through situations easier. For me, my social status is to be a great student and athlete. While doing these things, it was important for me to not get upset over it. The song has several different situations in it and it’s based on the situations that Taylor Swift has been through but they are very popular in today’s society. The lyrics, “And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate (haters gonna hate), I 'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off, I shake it off,” show the different situations that like myself, Taylor Swift has also been through. I want to keep this attitude when I get upset over a situation because not everyone is going to like you or agree with you but that shouldn’t matter because you need to do whatever it is that you want to do. I think that the song says a lot about who I am as a person. The song shows that even though situations and people can bring you down, it shows a lot about your character that you will not sink down to their level, and really show them it will not get to you. This song represents how. People can just try to hurt you. and you just need to be strong and get through it. Overall, Taylor Swift's song “shake it off” is an impeccable allegory of just letting things go. I think you should also add this song to your playlist.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven. The rest of the night was unforgettable, yet a blur. I will never forget how alone, scared, and lost I felt, my head spinning in circles. I couldn’t sleep, and I missed a week of school. I turned my anger, trauma, sadness, and much more emotions I felt into dedication and motivation. God gave me a sense of relief because I know she is looking down on me and watching my every move proud. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. My dad would make me laugh when I had a bad day. It’s hard to look at every girl's father-daughter bond knowing I don’t have one anymore. Holidays aren’t the same. My dad's smile is missing from the family photos and isn’t there in the stands at my cheer competitions. My dad, my biggest supporter and my best friend, was gone. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. His death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. The rest of the night was unforgettable, yet a blur. I remember the blaring sound of sirens coming down my street. The police carried my dad out as my grandma and aunt came to get my younger siblings and me. I will never forget how alone, scared, and lost I felt, my head spinning in circles. I couldn’t sleep, and I missed a week of school. God gave me a sense of relief because I know she is looking down on me and watching my every move proud. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved.The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. My foot snapped in my first pass just warming up. I went to the doctors for week until I found out I needed surgery. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. Also growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Soon after he passed away. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I want to be a Physical therapist and give back to every patient. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person. I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me chance to tell my story of my life. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. The rest of the night was unforgettable, yet a blur. I remember the blaring sound of sirens coming down my street. will never forget how alone, scared, and lost I felt, my head spinning in circles. I couldn’t sleep, and I missed a week of school. The start of 6th grade, my first year of middle school, had me lost in the chaos. This made me lose myself. School, relationships, and even cheerleading felt different. The random words and actions of others triggered a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt like I couldn’t handle life anymore. All I could think about was the chaos. I turned that anger, trauma, sadness, and much more emotions I felt into dedication and motivation. Knowing that my mom is in a better place with God gave me a sense of relief because I know he is looking down on me. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in PT was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. My dad was my go-to person for everything. I never realized how much I needed him until I lost him. He was my hero. It’s hard to look at every girl's father-daughter bond knowing I don’t have one anymore. My dad's smile is missing from the family photos and isn’t there in the stands at my cheer competitions. My dad, my biggest supporter and my best friend, was gone. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I'm not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. That is why I want to a physical therapist. It’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be okay in the end. The love in the passion that is shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those who have never experienced it. I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. The rest of the night was unforgettable, yet a blur. I remember the blaring sound of sirens coming down my street. The police carried my dad out as my grandma and aunt came to get my younger siblings and me. I will never forget how alone, scared, and lost I felt, my head spinning in circles. I couldn’t sleep, and I missed a week of school. The start of 6th grade, my first year of middle school, had me lost in the chaos. This made me lose myself. School, relationships, and even cheerleading felt different. The random words and actions of others triggered a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt like I couldn’t handle life anymore. All I could think about was the chaos. I turned that anger, trauma, sadness, and much more emotions I felt into dedication and motivation. Knowing that my mom is in a better place with God gave me a sense of relief because I know she is looking down on me and watching my every move proud. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in Nursing was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I was always daddy’s little girl, his mini-me, in his looks and behavior. My dad was my go-to person for everything. My dad would make me laugh when I had a bad day. We danced in the basement to his favorite music together, laughing our heads off. I never realized how much I needed him until I lost him. He was my hero. It’s hard to look at every girl's father-daughter bond knowing I don’t have one anymore. Holidays aren’t the same. My dad's smile is missing from the family photos and isn’t there in the stands at my cheer competitions. My dad, my biggest supporter and my best friend, was gone. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in high school on a top level travel team. I lost my father and cheer was now an escape for me. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. So why medical school? I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. So why medical school? I want to be a Physical Therapist, I want the job of helping people in return. I went through my injury physically and mentally. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

A battle no person should have to face at such a young age. My role model, my influence, the person I look up to the most passed away. My father. Life is such a questionable thing. Numerous obstacles always thrown your way, however, how you overcome these obstacles is what makes you as a person Though what was the hardest obstacle to ever come I had cheer. It seemed almost as a different reality, parallel to what I was really feeling. As soon as I walked through the doors of the gym, I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders, a sense that everything would be OK in the end. The love in the passion that shared through the sport and something that is unmatched and indescribable to those have never experienced it I give the most of who I am today to my Coach. The one person who will push me to my limits, the one who knows when I’m having a rough day, the one who wants the absolute best for me in the end. Coaching is such a different task for her. It’s almost natural. These last 14 years in my life have been the greatest and most rewarding and I give it all to her. No matter how burned out, I get, no matter how much I complain about these hard practices. I always find myself back at Cheer. The most difficult obstacle I’ve had to overcome with this being my senior year is the thought of cheering again. Not having those hard practices, not seeing my teammates, not having the escape from reality. I know all good things must come to an end, but I never wanted this good things Cheer is so much more than putting a sparkly uniform on and getting a spray tan. It teaches you more than you will ever need to know about life as a hole. Obstacle after obstacle teaching you how to overcome. The beauty of it all is something not many athletes get to experience in their sport, yet I am blessed enough to have been able to spend more than half of my life doing what I love most, and would not change it for the world. Cheer has shaped me into who I am today and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have put forth so much time and effort to cheer with my 3 practices a week and competitions every other weekend. All while keeping my grades in school and making time for all my relationships with friends and family.

I don't play video games that often. I put school work and sports before time consuming games. But when it's that time to hope on the game my favorite game is Mario Kart. Playing by myself is never that fun so I would always got o my older sister to play with me. My sister and I love to play Mario Kart against each other. Ever since we were little, I would pick Luigi and she would pick Baby Mario as our characters to drive around races with. Coconut Mall was our favorite map to play on. We memorized the route and we would get first and second place every single time. We would be neck and neck by the end of the third lap fighting each other for first place. Two summers ago my sister moved out and make her way to college. I lost my go to Mario Kart buddy. I cherished every moment with her till she left. Through she comes home in the summer to just come play with me I always think about all the times we used to play. I am so glad I made joyful memories with my sister doing something we both enjoyed so much. Mario Kart will forever be my favorite video game to play on the Nintendo just because of having the memories with my older sister.

I am so glad I found this scholarship. It gives me a true chance to tell my story of how this little girl lost her father. So here you go. “He won’t wake up,” I said to my mom after minutes of trying to wake my dad up off the couch. She put her ear to his chest and checked his vitals. At that moment I knew something was very wrong. We were panicked. I went upstairs to pack an overnight bag while she called 911. It didn’t take me long to comprehend that I just lost my dad right in front of my eyes. I was eleven years old. The rest of the night was unforgettable, yet a blur. I remember the blaring sound of sirens coming down my street. The police carried my dad out as my grandma and aunt came to get my younger siblings and me. I will never forget how alone, scared, and lost I felt, my head spinning in circles. I couldn’t sleep, and I missed a week of school. The start of 6th grade, my first year of middle school, had me lost in the chaos. This made me lose myself. School, relationships, and even cheerleading felt different. The random words and actions of others triggered a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt like I couldn’t handle life anymore. All I could think about was the chaos. I turned that anger, trauma, sadness, and much more emotions I felt into dedication and motivation. Knowing that my mom is in a better place with God gave me a sense of relief because I know she is looking down on me and watching my every move proud. Growing up my dad was constantly in and out of hospitals and physical therapy as doctors tried to diagnose him. Guillain-Barre Syndrome is a disease that affects the nerves throughout the body and my father’s condition was too advanced to be treated. He was paralyzed from the waist down for months. As I watched my dad go through physical therapy I noticed how much it was helping him and the other patients there. I grew a dream of being a part of helping these other patients. Loss of a loved one gave me the "FIGHT" to achieve a better life for myself. I based part of the reason why I took on majoring in Nursing was to give back to others in a way of giving my all to help patients and people in any way whether or not it's critical. I was always daddy’s little girl, his mini-me, in his looks and behavior. My dad was my go-to person for everything. My dad would make me laugh when I had a bad day. We danced in the basement to his favorite music together, laughing our heads off. I never realized how much I needed him until I lost him. He was my hero. It’s hard to look at every girl's father-daughter bond knowing I don’t have one anymore. Holidays aren’t the same. My dad's smile is missing from the family photos and isn’t there in the stands at my cheer competitions. My dad, my biggest supporter and my best friend, was gone. Losing a parent is one of the most traumatizing events that could happen to a child. Losing my dad changed my perspective on life. I have learned to cherish every moment with my loved ones and value my family differently. I try to live each day to the fullest. I am not the same little girl who danced happily in the basement to her dad’s favorite music, his death had a profound impact on the way I live. Despite the adversity of losing my dad, I have learned how to persevere. When I broke my foot and couldn’t cheer for a year I kept working and came back stronger. When my academics didn’t go as well as I wanted them it was my motivation to be better that made me work harder. I hope my dad is looking down right now saying how proud he is of me.

As a woman I can make so many positive impacts in the health field. One way is by advocating for equal opportunities and representation for women in healthcare leadership roles. Another way is by mentoring and supporting other women who are pursuing careers in healthcare. And of course, providing compassionate and quality care to your patients is a powerful way to make a positive impact. My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass,The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

My story begins when I was six. I am on a big stage with my team in a tank top and mini skirt. I’m the size of a doll, flipping my body and getting thrown around by the other girls. Smiling as big as I could at my parents that were in the stands cheering me on while I was doing what my little heart loved. I was a cheerleader and my dream started on that mat. I wanted to be the best cheerleader ever. A few years pass, I’ve changed where I cheered and I’m in highschool on a top level travel team. Traveling the country, shining on stages with a new sparkly uniform, glamorous makeup and big lashes. The skills came to me so easily, I just made my body do them. I never have gotten hurt or had the thought of getting injured. My body was used to getting beaten up by the sport, the pain never bothered me. I was invincible. And then it happened. I was warming up my body, tumbling right across the front of the mat and I landed hard on my toes. I felt my toes touch my ankle. Crying, my teammates looked at me on the ground and said stand up and walk it off. I couldn’t stand, let alone walk. I iced my foot till the end of practice and my mom took me to the emergency room. The doctors took x-rays and said everything looked just fine so they sent me home. Weeks went by and my entire foot and ankle bruised and swelled up. The pain kept getting worse. Next thing you know I’m under an MRI machine and getting the call from my doctor with the results. I needed surgery, and the reasons my doctor gave on the phone on what was really wrong sounded like a blur. I didn’t want to believe that my injury was that bad. My estimate for recovery was six months after my surgery, or in my head the rest of my Junior season. I was told it was highly likely I wouldn’t be the same cheerleader I was after I got my surgery. No more high level skills or being on the big stage with all my friends. I wouldn’t have the strength or motion in my foot and ankle to perform the same skills again. After months of Physical Therapy, rehabilitation and another foot surgery I was back on the mat. I worked harder than I ever did before, I got stronger and healthier. Now I am on two teams at my current gym including the top team at the gym. I am working to get all my tumbling back and to be the best I ever have been. Ready to put out my best performance as a senior. Making my last year of all-star cheerleading my best year yet. So why medical school? I went through my injury physically and mentally. It was the hardest thing. I didn't know how to handle it, but my doctors were there for me. Now I want to help future athletes to get back to their sport as fast as I can. Getting back to your sport after an injury and being the same or even better is an injured athlete's dream. And to help these athletes or non athletes people just get back to a normal life is my dream. My motivation to go to work would be on how I get to help someone struggling wanting to get back into the swing of things. Now it’s my time to help.

"The Office" has a unique sense of humor that can definitely shape your own comedic style. By watching the show, you might start appreciating dry wit, sarcasm, and awkward humor more. It can influence the way you perceive and respond to funny situations in your own life. You might find yourself quoting lines from the show or even adopting some of the characters' mannerisms and comedic timing. Just remember, humor is subjective and personal, so while "The Office" can certainly inspire your sense of humor, it's important to stay true to what makes you laugh. Choosing the funniest character from "The Office" that I am most alike to is a tough one since there are so many hilarious characters to choose from! But if I had to pick one, I would Michael Scott, he definitely influenced me the most. His awkwardness, cluelessness, and over-the-top antics never fail to make me laugh. From his cringe-worthy jokes to his ridiculous management style, every scene he's in is comedy gold. And let's not forget about his iconic catchphrases like "That's what she said!" Now he has me saying that to almost everything. Michael Scott definitely brings the laughs in "The Office." And now so do I. "The Office" can definitely give you a unique perspective on work dynamics. It showcases a wide range of characters with different personalities and work styles, highlighting the ups and downs of office life. Through their interactions, you can observe various dynamics like the boss-employee relationship, office romances, and the importance of teamwork. The show often exaggerates these dynamics for comedic effect, but it can still offer valuable insights into workplace communication, conflict resolution, and the importance of a positive work environment. It might even make you more aware of certain office stereotypes and help you navigate similar situations in your own workplace. So, keep watching "The Office" and see how it shapes your perspective on work dynamics.

Fall at Starbucks is a cozy embrace of warm flavors and seasonal favorites. As the leaves change color, customers eagerly anticipate the return of the iconic Pumpkin Spice Latte, a blend of espresso, steamed milk, and the classic pumpkin pie spices, topped with whipped cream and pumpkin pie spice. The Salted Caramel Mocha, another fall classic, combines the richness of mocha sauce and toffee nut syrup with coffee and milk, finished with whipped cream, caramel drizzle, and a sprinkle of sea salt. For those seeking a twist on tradition, the Apple Crisp Macchiato layers flavors of apple and brown sugar with espresso and steamed milk, creating a nostalgic autumnal experience in every cup. Each beverage captures the essence of fall, offering warmth and comfort as the air turns crisp. The fall-inspired drink from Starbuck that I always get is an Apple Crisp Oat milk Frappuccino with Carmel drizzles. Not only is this drink my fall favorite it holds a special place in my heart. My dad, who passed away just a few years ago, would take me to Starbucks every time the fall drinks would come out and that was his go to drink of the season. Every fall I go in loving memory to Starbucks and get an Apple Crisp Oat milk Frappuccino. Every sip reminds me of every laugh we had together and how he would get whipped cream on his upper lip and beard. We always wanted to have a warm fall feeling, it was our favorite season. So not only is this drink my favorite fall choice it is so special to me and it helps bring back that memory of my father. I feel complete when I get our special drink. With each sip it tells a tale of cozy sweaters, laughter-filled pumpkin patches, and the soft crackle of fires. Apple Crisp Oat milk Frappuccino's are the life of the party at autumn gatherings, bringing people together and creating a sense of home and comfort. As the season progresses, my drink becomes a cherished companion, sharing in every crisp morning walk and every sunset wrapped in a blanket. In this narrative, Apple Crisp Oat milk Frappuccino's aren't just a beverage; it's a character that represents the heart and soul of fall, leaving a trail of cinnamon and nutmeg in the air and an indelible mark on every moment of the season. I thank my father for inspiring me to choice this drink as my drink of choice in the fall.

Crossover episode are pretty common through Disney production. My two shows I would love to see crossover together is Liv and Maddie and Shake it up. I would my episode "Chicago-a-rooney" going with the original titles themes. And this is how I think this episode would go. We know Liv loves singing and Maddie loves to play basketball. So It's their birthday and Maddie got big game ticket for a basketball game she has wanted to go to since she was little. Liv got a letter from CeCe and Rocky, the dancers on Shake it up, saying they want her to come and sing on the show while the girls show off their new dance. Shake it up is a huge tv show about dancing to music, within the city there are many competitive basketball teams. When both sisters go to the city of Chicago, Liv is a special guest appearing on Shake it up and Maddie attends a basketball game for a team she loves to follow. CeCe and Rocky dance on the show while Liv is singing her knew hit single called "Chicago Baby". Maddie goes to her favorite basketball teams big game getting a signed basketball from all her favorite players and gets to tell her journey of her basketball career. She tells them how her and her school team won state champs last season and how she has been captain for 3 years of high school. Liv's new song goes viral after being sung on television, the whole world is singing her new song. The show Shake it up becomes more famous after special guest star Liv Rooney sang on the show. All the girls really get to bond and see the city and just make great memories with one another. I picked these two show because I think they would fit really well together. but the main reason I picked Liv and Maddie and Shake it up is because Liv and Maddie is my comfort show. If I have nothing else to work I will put on Liv and Maddie. If I just want to focus on something that is not life I will always put on Liv and Maddie. I chose Shake it up because I feel not many people watched it when I was a kid so crossing it over with a show most people watch will help give the other show some more love, because both shows are good shows to watch.