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Julia Blair

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Bio

My name is Julia Blair, I am currently a sophomore out of PA. I am a very goal-oriented person. Some traits to describe me would be loyal, nostalgic, and focused. I know what I want to achieve and nothing can nor will stop me. I am very involved in my high school. I am a member of various clubs and sports, as well as numerous advanced courses. I am looking to pursue the STEM field and I am always up for a challenge.

Education

Souderton Area High School

High School
2021 - 2025

Miscellaneous

  • Desired degree level:

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

  • Majors of interest:

    • Computer Engineering
  • Not planning to go to medical school
  • Career

    • Dream career field:

      computer engineering

    • Dream career goals:

      CEO/Partner

    • Youth Referee

      Souderton Strikers
      2021 – Present4 years

    Sports

    Track & Field

    Varsity
    2022 – Present3 years

    Field Hockey

    Varsity
    2014 – Present11 years

    Awards

    • varsity letter, media attention, national indoor championships

    Public services

    • Volunteering

      Interact Club — Volunteer
      2021 – Present

    Future Interests

    Advocacy

    Volunteering

    Philanthropy

    Entrepreneurship

    Sean Flynn Memorial Scholarship
    So, let me tell you about the time I turned into a walking marshmallow on the field hockey field. It all started last Tuesday, and honestly, the day felt off from the moment I woke up. I’d stayed up way too late cramming for a physics test—because apparently understanding Schrödinger’s cat at midnight was my version of a good time. Big mistake. I rolled out of bed half-asleep, threw on my uniform, and grabbed my field hockey bag without even checking it. Fast forward to lunch, when I realized I hadn’t packed my goalie pads. Yep, just me, my stick, and a bag full of… library books I’d been meaning to return for weeks. I panicked, obviously, and bolted to the gym teacher’s office like it was an Olympic sprint. “Coach,” I said, barely catching my breath, “I forgot my pads. Please tell me you have spares.” She gave me this look, like, Really, Julia? But she dug into a cabinet and handed me the oldest, dustiest goalie pads I’ve ever seen. I swear, these things were practically ancient relics. Still, I was desperate, so I thanked her and suited up. When I stepped onto the field, I knew I was in trouble. The pads were massive—like, walking marshmallow massive—and squeaky. Every step I took sounded like a rubber duck getting squished. The other team couldn’t stop laughing, and honestly, neither could I. But I tried to focus. Game face, right? Then came the big moment. Their best forward had the ball, charging straight at me. I shuffled into position (squeak, squeak) and got ready to block. But instead of glory, I got… gravity. I tripped over my own giant squeaky leg pads and wiped out, flat on my back. It was not graceful. Luckily, the ball ended up in my gloves, so technically I did my job. But let’s be real—the highlight was definitely me flailing like a turtle stuck on its shell. Even Coach had to cover her mouth to hide her laughter. After the game, my best friend Mia came over, still cracking up. “Julia,” she said, “you might’ve saved the ball, but you completely destroyed everyone’s focus. Iconic.” By the time I got home, I was still laughing about it. Life’s weird like that—one minute you’re cramming for a test, and the next you’re squeaking your way into field hockey history. But at least I aced the test.
    Peyton Heart Project Scholarship in Memory of Matt Dille
    My name is Julia Blair, and I am a high school student currently enrolled at Souderton Area High School. I applied Early Decision to Colgate University, where I plan to attend this fall. I intend to earn a bachelor's degree in physics and computer science while playing D1 field hockey. Then, pursue a master's degree in engineering. On paper, high school is designed to teach reading, writing, math, and science. Despite the countless hours I have spent hunched over a computer forcing these topics into my mind, looking back, the theorems and dates aren't what I remember most vividly. It was the realization that life isn't as simple or pretty as it looks on paper. On paper, life can seem amazing: perfect grades, great extracurriculars, shiny varsity letters. However, hidden deep beneath the mound of superficial accomplishments and shiny titles, you never know what someone is going through—what thoughts torment their subconscious—what keeps them up at night because going to sleep unleashes notions they fight tooth and nail to keep at bay during the day. You can never really know. Some of the lowest points of my life, when all I could think was "Why am I still here?" and "I can't make it another minute, day, week, month, year," were when, externally, I looked my best. I'd go into the world every morning with the best smile I could muster plastered on my face. Everyone already thought I had it together, so I had to keep it together. Then, I would get another A, win another game, and score another goal. Everyone would tell me how well I was doing—how bright my future was. Only, I couldn't see a future. Every night I went home and fell apart. I felt like a fraud because I played the part of perfect so well that I didn't even recognize myself anymore. Despite the accolades, I felt like an imposter, torn between the image I projected and the darkness that consumed me every night. Now some people might say, "Just loosen up," or "Take a step back." But when you're in it, failing to live up to what you are supposed to already be feels more daunting than death. I'd love to say this is something I overcame completely. I'd love to say that I had some huge revelation that changed my entire perspective on life. But that would be a lie. I still feel like I'm living a double life sometimes. I still feel like a fraud sometimes. I still can't let my facade crack. But I am now taking baby steps towards getting to know who I am beyond the mask and costume. And I think there are parts of her that aren't all that bad—some I even like. If you told that to me from two years ago, she wouldn't have believed you; she would have told you there wasn't a single glimmer of good that hadn't been smashed out by the darkness. So, after staring at all the dates, equations, and formulas written on paper for four years of high school, I've learned that paper can hide a lot. You never know what is hidden behind the veneer of superficial accomplishments. We're all humans, and we all struggle. So, what has it taken four years to learn? Look beyond the surface, because maybe that person just needs someone to see them for who they are, not the façade they present to the world. Maybe I can't be that person for myself, but I can help someone else.
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