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Joannah McLarty

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Bio

Hi, my name is Joannah. Most people call me Joan or Juan. I am a half Jamaican half Mestizo Mexican girl from southern California. In high school, I was a member of the Integrated Arts conservatory at the California School of The Arts San Gabriel Valley. Intergraded Arts combines multiple different types of art in its curriculum. I took classes like History of Rock 'N' Roll, Stage Combat, makeup for theatre, and so much more. Since I was young, I knew I wanted to tell stories. I would bug my Grandpa and have him tell me the tales of him and my family. I was told stories about him crossing the Sonoran desert, serenading my grandmother in a factory, and how my mom blew up the mailbox. As a kid, I would write down all the ideas I had in my head and create short stories. I always thought that I would tell these stories by being a novelist. That changed when I got to high school. I learned of the beauty that is film. Movies speak to me more because it is so much more than a story. It's music, it's acting, it's the way it's shot. My favorite movies are "Death Becomes Her" and "The Tale of Princess Kaguya." I spend most of my afternoons watching video essays on popular film tropes, overthinking, raising my foster kittens, and cuddling with my stuffed animals.

Education

Long Beach City College

Associate's degree program
2022 - 2024
  • Majors:
    • Visual and Performing Arts, Other
    • Film/Video and Photographic Arts
  • GPA:
    3.9

California School of the Arts San Gabriel Valley

High School
2018 - 2022
  • GPA:
    3.6

Miscellaneous

  • Desired degree level:

    Doctoral degree program (PhD, MD, JD, etc.)

  • Graduate schools of interest:

  • Transfer schools of interest:

  • Majors of interest:

    • Film/Video and Photographic Arts
    • Music
    • Teacher Education and Professional Development, Specific Subject Areas
    • Fine and Studio Arts
    • Linguistics and Anthropology
    • Anthropology
  • Not planning to go to medical school
  • Career

    • Dream career field:

      Non-Profit Organization Management

    • Dream career goals:

      Running Art Non Profit in Los Angeles, Doing a mural for LA28, Working for LA28, Teaching art, researching cultural and linguistic anthropology of Los Angeles

    • Arts Equity Intern

      Transformation Arts (Formerly Known as The Mar Vista Art Walk)
      2024 – Present12 months
    • Umoja Student Worker

      Long Beach City College
      2023 – 20241 year
    • English and History Tutor

      Independent
      2020 – 20211 year

    Sports

    Taekwondo

    Intramural
    2018 – 20202 years

    Swimming

    Club
    2015 – 20161 year

    Muay Thai

    Club
    2016 – 20171 year

    Research

    • History

      National History Day — Website Maker, Researcher, and Writer
      2019 – 2020

    Arts

    • Long Beach City College

      Visual Arts
      Black History Month Showcase 2024, 1865 Juneteenth Showcase
      2023 – 2024
    • Independent

      Music
      Winter Showcase 2018 , Spring Showcase 2019
      2017 – Present
    • Integrated Arts Conservatory

      Fine and Media Arts/Performing Arts
      Senior Showcase 2022, Film and Poetry Night 2022, Musical Showcase 2022, Variety Show 2019
      2018 – 2022

    Public services

    • Volunteering

      San Gabriel Regional Center — Santa's Helper
      2019 – 2019

    Future Interests

    Advocacy

    Politics

    Volunteering

    Philanthropy

    GUTS- Olivia Rodrigo Fan Scholarship
    “Cat got my tongue, and I don't think I get along with anyone Blood running cold, I'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke” Growing up as a young, undiagnosed Autistic girl, my life felt like a comedy of errors. No matter what environment I found myself in, I felt like everyone knew something that I didn’t. Olivia’s opening verse of “ballad of a homeschooled girl”, particularly her first two lines, really struck a chord when I first listened. When you spend your adolescence undiagnosed, as most autistic girls do, nothing makes sense. It’s social mistake after social mistake. Jokes that garnered a slew of laughs flew right over my head, I constantly misinterpreted what was and wasn’t socially acceptable, and never quite knew how to express myself to others. I struggled from selective mutism, a misleadingly named condition that makes speaking feel physically impossible. The words literally feel like they’re trapped in my throat, or as Olivia would put it, a "cat[’s] got my tongue”. I was awkward and nobody really wanted to be around me. No matter how nice and accommodating I tried to be, it felt like I didn’t get along with anyone. I came to assume I was unlikeable. Unloveable. Unfriendable? When I tried to understand myself in the context of a neurotypical society, I found myself on the "outside of the greatest inside joke". And no matter how hard I tried to understand it, I just couldn’t. And more importantly, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t. Not until I was 16. Unlike boys, girls normally don’t get diagnosed with autism in their childhood. Some women don’t get diagnosed until their 40s. For me to get diagnosed in my adolescence was honestly kind of lucky. I finally understood why I always felt like such a social pariah. Everything started to make sense. I was able to name the different things I was struggling with as symptoms and effectively deal with them. Still, as an almost 20 year old, I try not to look back at my poor attempts to mask my autism in high school. It makes me sad for the little girl I was. Trying to navigate a world that wasn’t made for her. However, “ballad of a homeschooled girl” not only makes those memories more palatable, they give me a sense of catharsis. An outlet where I could feel like I’m not the only one, autistic or not, who feels like they're lost in social interactions. “Ballad” makes me feel seen and normal, which is something I rarely get to experience. And most importantly, it gives me a good laugh.
    Sola Family Scholarship
    I was really scared when my mom left my dad. All I could see was what I was going to lack. Without a father, wasn't life doomed to get harder? How could she, me, and the little baby Khamzy do it alone? Who'd pay for the necessities? Who'd pay to keep our home? Even the silly things I had to wonder. Could I go to music lessons or would that make me too much of a bother? Could we afford it? Would I have time to go? I wanted so much from the world. She told me I could have it all. But that was before. Now it all seemed so impossible. Luckily, soon I was to know... My mother was not alone. She had a community. And boy it was such a beautiful thing. Monica, my boogie aunt, would drive me to school. Every day for 4 years and at a minimum of 50 miles daily. This was so I could go to a fancy art school and get, as she called it, "the finest education". Pollito, my sweetest aunt, would help my mom cook for me. Jackfruit, Oyster Mushrooms, Cauliflower, and Soy beans. I was an animal lover, and could hardly eat meat. My dear Grandma, up until her passing, would care for and nurture me. Even when my mom was off, busy in the world, Grandma would remind me I was always loved. They all did so much. They still do. I could never overstate it. Really, I couldn't. If it hadn't been for our little community, my mom would have never gotten her college degree. I wouldn't have gotten the opportunities I did. And I never would have learned to ask for things. And this wonderful community support didn't just exist for me, Mom, and Khamzy. Mom would pick up Grandma's prescriptions and take her to her Dialysis visits. Mom would go to Tia Pollito's to organize and clean her home. Mom would do repairs around Nina Monica's house when something was off. Mom did so much. She still does. We could never overstate it. Really, we couldn't. Our little community gave so much. For me though, the greatest thing it gave, was the lessons. I didn't grow up ashamed for needing support. Help is something I don't fear asking for. It's also something I'm always happy to give. When it comes down to it, I'll always aid those who need it. And for that, I have to say thank my little community. Especially my mother, who brought me in.
    Femi Chebaís Scholarship
    I want diverse casting to become the norm in Hollywood. Not something that people write off as gimmicky or as a part of "an agenda." Something so frequent that it simply becomes standard.