My life, in the simplest terms, resembles something straight out of a fictional book. About two weeks after I was born, my parents filed for divorce and moved to separate parts of town. My father took care of me for about twenty-seven days a month, while my mother had me for a weekend or two each month. Life with my mother was horrific; her home environment filled me with fear and anguish. She was not a good woman, struggling with drug abuse and neglecting me, leaving little room for kindness. The time I spent at her house was often spent cleaning up needles and burnt spoons—things no child should ever have to witness. Shortly after their divorce, my mother met her now-husband, my stepfather. In her search for love, she seemed to seek someone equally as vile, if not worse. At a young age, I experienced sexual assault, a crime committed by my mother's partner. I wish I could say that it never happened again and that I spoke up and received help. Unfortunately, that is not the case in my story. I did reach out to my mother and told her about the abuse, but her reaction was far from maternal. She simply told me that I deserved what happened to me, and continued to allow my stepfather to perpetrate acts of sodomy. By the time my mother lost custody of me, I had been sexually assaulted nearly ninety-five times. I carry those experiences with me; they have shaped who I am today, both the good and the bad. While I wish I could erase those painful memories, I recognize that without them, I would not be the strong, independent, and compassionate woman I am today.(My life has been significantly affected by PTSD, which has led to severe depression. Throughout my teenage years, I found myself on a path that turned out to be detrimental to my well-being. During the transition from late middle school into my freshman year of high school, I developed a nicotine addiction. At that time, it felt like everyone around me was vaping, which influenced my decision to try it myself. I initially thought it would serve as a useful tool for calming my nerves and managing stress. However, as time went on, I began to understand that nicotine was far more harmful than I had anticipated. Instead of providing relief, inhaling nicotine ultimately increased my anxiety and stress levels, creating a vicious cycle that left me feeling trapped. I realized that I was not only jeopardizing my health but also hindering my ability to cope with the challenges I faced during those formative years. Recognizing the toll it was taking on me, I made the brave decision to seek help. This led me on a journey to discover healthier coping mechanisms that have become essential to my life. Today, I have replaced vaping with activities such as painting and taking walks. These creative outlets and moments of reflection have brought me immense joy and fulfillment. Each brushstroke on canvas or step taken along a scenic path serves as a reminder of how far I have come. Looking back, I genuinely appreciate the progress I've made and the growth I've experienced. Embracing healthier habits has not only improved my physical health but has also enhanced my overall mental well-being. I now understand the importance of finding positive ways to cope with stress, and I’m grateful to have discovered the strengths within myself that help me navigate life's ups and downs.During the COVID-19 pandemic, I experienced a serious suicidal episode. The challenges I faced in childhood often haunt my mind, testing my emotional stability. These experiences have caused me to second-guess my significant other's intentions at times, impacting my choices in our relationship, particularly regarding physical affection, which I find challenging. However, through my relationship, I have been learning that not everyone has the same intentions as my mother and stepfather.

During my wonderful years in middle school, I underwent a significant change when I moved to a completely new state during my seventh-grade year. The experience of starting at a new school is unlike any other, and I felt a wave of anxiety and uncertainty wash over me as I stepped through the doors on that first day. I was surrounded by unfamiliar faces, and I felt utterly alone, wondering if I would ever forge connections with anyone in this strange environment. The idea of building friendships from scratch was daunting, and I often found myself lost in thoughts of homesickness and self-doubt. However, my courage began to blossom thanks to my third-period history teacher, a kind-hearted man whose warmth and understanding made all the difference. From the very first class, he created an inviting atmosphere that eased my nerves. His approach was inclusive and supportive; he made me feel like I truly belonged in North Carolina. As the weeks went on, I got to know him well. He had a unique way of connecting with his students that set him apart. One of the highlights of his class was when he would have snacks shipped from Japan to share with us, turning our lessons into a delightful experience punctuated by tasty treats. But it wasn’t just the snacks that made his class special. He consistently checked in on me, ensuring I was feeling well and ready to engage socially with my peers. As a very emotional twelve-year-old, I was navigating the complex world of adolescence along with my studies. Learning about history often brought up challenging and upsetting topics, and my anxiety would sometimes cause me to shut down in response to these discussions. This teacher had an incredible understanding of that struggle and offered me the grace I needed. Instead of scolding me for withdrawing, he allowed me to process my emotions at my own pace, patiently waiting until I was ready to rejoin the class. This was a profound gift—before meeting him, I had never encountered a teacher who was so empathetic and compassionate. As I continued my journey through middle school, I also grappled with my identity and ultimately came out as part of the LGBTQ+ community. This teacher became my closest confidant during this transformative time in my life. He was the first person I felt comfortable telling about my truth. His reaction was filled with unconditional support. Given the conservative nature of the area, it was a relief to have someone I could trust who would stand by me, affirming my decision to embrace my identity. He never hesitated to intervene when I faced bullying or negativity from others. Anyone who dared to insult me for my sexual orientation was met with his unwavering resolve; he made it clear that he would not tolerate any form of bullying in his classroom. Thanks to his encouragement and protection, I began to find my voice and build confidence in myself. His impact on my life extended beyond academics—he played a crucial role in helping me navigate the complexities of growing up and understanding who I am. Through his support, I learned the importance of authenticity and the value of standing up for oneself, lessons that have stayed with me throughout my life. After that year in middle school, my teacher passed away. I found out during the summer before my last year of middle school, and the news devastated me. I cried many tears over his death. I will always remember the profound impact this teacher had on my life. Thank you, Jason Webb, for everything.

When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can actually be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I've been granted the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my aspirations. From a young age, I have always dreamed of graduating with a degree in marine biology. Although I grew up in places far from the ocean—like Wisconsin and Western North Carolina—I will never forget the first time I saw the ocean. I was about seven years old and visited the coast of New York, the closest ocean to where I lived, about six hours away. The experience was breathtaking, and I was captivated by the thought of working with such an ecosystem every day of my life. As a young woman pursuing a degree in a male-dominated field, I have never felt more empowered by science. I have worked hard and maintained a GPA of 3.9 throughout my entire high school career. I pursued a fast track to graduate high school, finishing as a junior and completely skipping my senior year. As I worked hard to reach my goals, I also received my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy. Once I graduate from this institution, I plan to focus on preserving our oceanic ecosystems. I aim to work primarily in marine mammal rehabilitation, where I hope to save the majestic creatures that inhabit the ocean. As a woman in this discipline, I am aware of the wage gap, where women earn eighty-five cents to a man's dollar. The belief that equality has been achieved in the workforce is simply inaccurate. Every woman still faces challenges related to sexism and misogyny in today’s society. My passion has always been in science, particularly biology. By understanding how science and engineering intersect, I can better apply my skills to marine biology. My mission is to minimize plastic pollution and its impact on ocean wildlife. I aspire to continue my education beyond my undergraduate degree because I firmly believe that, without a degree, I will not be able to achieve my long-term goals. My passion for marine biology began at a young age, sparked by a school project and my first trip to the coast. I was utterly enchanted by the beauty and complexity of the sea, and it was then that I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to discovering and protecting its intricate ecosystems. This passion motivated me to pursue a degree in marine biology, aligning my future career with my lifelong interests. During my freshman year of high school, I took the initiative to organize a recycling program for our county. After persistent advocacy with the school board, I successfully established a way to implement recycling at our school. We now have thirteen recycling bins placed around the campus, which are sent to our county's recycling program. Thanks to my determination, we are making progress in reducing plastic pollution in our national park. By speaking out against the issues I observed in our community, I am confident that I can make a difference for our ocean habitats in Maine and along the East Coast.

From a young age, I have always dreamed of graduating with a degree in marine biology. Although I grew up far from the ocean, living in places like Wisconsin and Western North Carolina, I will never forget the first time I saw the ocean. I was about seven years old and visited the coast of New York, the closest ocean to my home, which was about six hours away. The experience was breathtaking, and I became captivated by the thought of working with such an ecosystem every day of my life. I pursued a fast track to graduate high school, finishing as a junior and skipping my senior year. As I worked hard to reach my goals, I also received acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy. Once I graduate from this institution, I plan to focus on preserving our oceanic ecosystems. I aim to work primarily in marine mammal rehabilitation, where I hope to save the majestic creatures that inhabit the ocean. As a young woman pursuing a degree in a male-dominated field, I have never felt more empowered by science. I have worked hard and maintained a GPA of 3.9 throughout my entire high school career. I am thrilled to have been accepted to Maine Maritime Academy to study marine biology, and I look forward to working in a field that encompasses such an expansive ecosystem. As a woman in this discipline, I am aware of the wage gap, where women earn eighty-five cents for every dollar a man earns. The belief that equality has been achieved in the workforce is simply inaccurate, as every woman still faces challenges related to sexism and misogyny in today’s society. My passion has always been in science, particularly biology. By understanding how science and engineering intersect, I can better apply my skills to marine biology. My mission is to minimize plastic pollution and its impact on ocean wildlife. During my freshman year of high school, I took the initiative to organize a recycling program for our county. After persistent advocacy with the school board, I successfully established a way to implement recycling at our school. We now have thirteen recycling bins placed around the campus that are sent to our county's recycling program. Thanks to my determination, we are making progress in reducing plastic pollution in our national park. By speaking out against the issues I observed in my community, I am confident that I can make a difference for our ocean habitats in Maine and along the East Coast.

My life, in the simplest terms, resembles something straight out of a fictional book. About two weeks after I was born, my parents filed for divorce and moved to separate parts of town. My father took care of me for about twenty-seven days a month, while my mother had me for a weekend or two each month. Life with my mother was horrific; her home environment filled me with fear and anguish. She was not a good woman, struggling with drug abuse and neglecting me, leaving little room for kindness. The time I spent at her house was often spent cleaning up needles and burnt spoons—things no child should ever have to witness. Shortly after their divorce, my mother met her now-husband, my stepfather. In her search for love, she seemed to seek someone equally as vile, if not worse. At a young age, I experienced sexual assault, a crime committed by my mother's partner. I wish I could say that it never happened again and that I spoke up and received help. Unfortunately, that is not the case in my story. I did reach out to my mother and told her about the abuse, but her reaction was far from maternal. She simply told me that I deserved what happened to me, and continued to allow my stepfather to perpetrate acts of sodomy. By the time my mother lost custody of me, I had been sexually assaulted nearly ninety-five times. I carry those experiences with me; they have shaped who I am today, both the good and the bad. While I wish I could erase those painful memories, I recognize that without them, I would not be the strong, independent, and compassionate woman I am today. My life has been significantly affected by PTSD, which has led to severe depression. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I experienced a serious suicidal episode. The challenges I faced in childhood often haunt my mind, testing my emotional stability. These experiences have caused me to second-guess my significant other's intentions at times, impacting my choices in our relationship, particularly regarding physical affection, which I find challenging. However, through my relationship, I have been learning that not everyone has the same intentions as my mother and stepfather. Later in my teenage years I soon took a path that was not in my best interest. From late middle school to freshman year I developed a nicotine addiction. Not only was everyone around me vaping, but I found it as a way to calm myself. However, I soon found out that nicotine was more harmful than helpful. By inhaling nicotine I was stressing myself out further. Luckily, I sought help and found healthy coping mechanisms. Today, instead of breathing in nicotine, I spend my time painting and taking walks. I find these as better and healthier mechanisms and I can very much appreciate how much I've grown.

When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can actually be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I've been granted the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my own aspirations. This experience has not only allowed me to grow academically but has also fostered immense personal growth. It has taught me the importance of perseverance and hard work in the pursuit of my goals. While I am excited about the opportunities ahead, I must acknowledge that this journey is by no means easy. I face numerous challenges, and the path to achieving my dreams is filled with obstacles. As a sixteen-year-old female who is only claimed on my father's taxes, our yearly gross adjusted income is approximately fifty thousand dollars. Navigating the financial aspects of college can be daunting, but being both a low-income student and a first-generation college student has opened doors to a wealth of scholarship opportunities. I have learned the importance of taking advantage of these resources, and I am incredibly grateful for the generosity of the scholarship donors who make my education more affordable. Their support is helping me work toward making my out-of-state tuition significantly less burdensome. I aspire to continue my education beyond my undergraduate degree because I firmly believe that, without a degree, I will not be able to achieve my long-term goals. My passion for marine biology began at a young age, sparked by a school project and my first trip to the coast. I was utterly enchanted by the beauty and complexity of the sea, and it was then that I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to discovering and protecting its intricate ecosystems. This passion motivated me to pursue a degree in marine biology, aligning my future career with my lifelong interests. Receiving my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy, was a pivotal moment for me. It solidified my aspirations and provided a tangible path toward my future. However, the reality of out-of-state tuition is daunting. I have been scrambling to find ways to lower my costs, exploring various options and resources available to me. The financial commitment of attending such a prestigious institution is significant, but my determination to succeed drives me to find solutions. I am committed to making the most of this opportunity and am eager to contribute to the field of marine biology. My journey is just beginning, but I am excited about the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead as I strive to fulfill my dream of studying and protecting the marine environment.

Aside from my academic pursuits, I have dedicated a significant portion of my free time to volunteering in my local community. I believe in the importance of giving back and helping those who are less fortunate. My volunteer efforts include providing meals for those who cannot afford them and assisting at retirement homes. These experiences have allowed me to connect with a variety of individuals and have reinforced my commitment to service. I am naturally sympathetic and strive to ensure that no one feels unheard or that life lacks purpose. I have always stood up for my beliefs, advocating for those who may not have a voice in our community. If I could start my own charity, its central mission would focus on providing meals for families who are unable to afford food for their children. My personal experiences with food insecurity have made me acutely aware of the fear and uncertainty that comes from not knowing where your next meal will come from. I want to ensure that families, especially children, can receive the nourishment they need to thrive. To accomplish this, I would organize food drives in rural and underfunded areas, targeting locations such as orphanages, poorly funded schools, and low-income neighborhoods. By addressing these critical needs, I hope to create a supportive environment that uplifts families and promotes their well-being. When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I have the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my own aspirations. This experience has not only allowed me to grow academically but has also fostered immense personal growth. It has taught me the importance of perseverance and hard work in the pursuit of my goals. While I am excited about the opportunities ahead, I must acknowledge that this journey is by no means easy. I face numerous challenges, and the path to achieving my dreams is filled with obstacles. As a sixteen-year-old female who is only claimed on my father's taxes, our yearly gross adjusted income is approximately fifty thousand dollars. Navigating the financial aspects of college can be daunting, but being both a low-income student and a first-generation college student has opened doors to a wealth of scholarship opportunities. I have learned the importance of taking advantage of these resources, and I am incredibly grateful for the generosity of the scholarship donors who make my education more affordable.

My life, in the simplest terms, resembles something straight out of a fictional book. About two weeks after I was born, my parents filed for divorce and moved to separate parts of town. My father took care of me for about twenty-seven days a month, while my mother had me for a weekend or two each month. Life with my mother was horrific; her home environment filled me with fear and anguish. She was not a good woman, struggling with drug abuse and neglecting me, leaving little room for kindness. The time I spent at her house was often spent cleaning up needles and burnt spoons—things no child should ever have to witness. Shortly after their divorce, my mother met her now-husband, my stepfather. In her search for love, she seemed to seek someone equally as vile, if not worse. At a young age, I experienced sexual assault, a crime committed by my mother's partner. I wish I could say that it never happened again and that I spoke up and received help. Unfortunately, that is not the case in my story. I did reach out to my mother and told her about the abuse, but her reaction was far from maternal. She simply told me that I deserved what happened to me, and continued to allow my stepfather to perpetrate acts of sodomy. By the time my mother lost custody of me, I had been sexually assaulted nearly ninety-five times. My life has been significantly affected by PTSD, which has led to severe depression. During the COVID-19 pandemic, I experienced a serious suicidal episode. The challenges I faced in childhood often haunt my mind, testing my emotional stability. These experiences have caused me to second-guess my significant other's intentions at times, impacting my choices in our relationship, particularly regarding physical affection, which I find challenging. However, through my relationship, I have been learning that not everyone has the same intentions as my mother and stepfather. I carry those experiences with me; they have shaped who I am today, both the good and the bad. While I wish I could erase those painful memories, I recognize that without them, I would not be the strong, independent, and compassionate woman I am today.

My life, in the simplest terms, resembles something straight out of a fictional book. About two weeks after I was born, my parents filed for divorce and moved to separate parts of town. My father took care of me for about twenty-seven days a month, while my mother had me for a weekend or two each month. Life with my mother was horrific; her home environment filled me with fear and anguish. She was not a good woman, struggling with drug abuse and neglecting me, leaving little room for kindness. The time I spent at her house was often spent cleaning up needles and burnt spoons—things no child should ever have to witness. Shortly after their divorce, my mother met her now-husband, my stepfather. In her search for love, she seemed to seek someone equally as vile, if not worse. At a young age, I experienced sexual assault, a crime committed by my mother's partner. I wish I could say that it never happened again and that I spoke up and received help. Unfortunately, that is not the case in my story. I did reach out to my mother and told her about the abuse, but her reaction was far from maternal. She simply told me that I deserved what happened to me, and continued to allow my stepfather to perpetrate acts of sodomy. By the time my mother lost custody of me, I had been sexually assaulted nearly ninety-five times. I carry those experiences with me; they have profoundly shaped who I am today, encompassing both the positive and the negative aspects of my life. While I sometimes wish I could erase the painful memories that linger in my mind, I’ve come to understand that those experiences have played a crucial role in my development. Without the challenges I faced and the lessons I learned from them, I would not have become the strong, independent, and compassionate woman I am today. Each hurdle has taught me resilience, while each moment of heartache has deepened my understanding of empathy and kindness. I have learned the importance of perseverance and the value of connection with others. As I reflect on my journey, I realize that acknowledging both the joys and sorrows has given me a richer perspective on life. It is through embracing my past, with all of its complexities, that I can continue to grow and inspire those around me.

I am a first-generation college student who was raised by my father and stepmother, and my journey to this point has been shaped by both challenges and invaluable support. My parents filed for divorce shortly after I was born, and by the time I was around five years old, my father had remarried. Unfortunately, my relationship with my mother was far from positive. I haven't seen her since I was eight, and during the period leading up to her losing custody, my father and stepmother worked tirelessly to help me develop into the person I am today. After my mother lost custody, I experienced four years of living in constant fear. The thought of my main abuser being out of reach but still, a potential threat terrified me and left me with feelings of anxiety that seemed overwhelming at times. The void left by my mother was deeply unsettling; however, I can honestly say that this separation was ultimately for the best. I often reflect on how different my life might be if I had remained under her guidance, and I am certain it would not have been as positive. When I turned twelve, my parents decided that it was time for a significant change in our lives. We sold our house in Wisconsin and made the move to North Carolina. Initially, I was devastated by the news that we were relocating. Leaving behind the only home I had ever known, along with familiar friends and surroundings, was incredibly challenging for me. However, in hindsight, I realize how grateful I am for the new opportunities that this move afforded me. It opened my eyes to a new environment filled with possibilities and experiences that I would not have encountered otherwise. Thanks to the unwavering support of my father and stepmother, I have grown into an intelligent, independent, and persevering young woman. They instilled in me the importance of education, hard work, and resilience in the face of adversity. They taught me to be empathetic and caring towards others, but also emphasized the necessity of protecting my mental health by not taking on other people's problems to a detrimental extent. This balance has been crucial in helping me navigate relationships and maintain my well-being. Throughout my journey, my stepmother and father have been my pillars of strength. They have always been there to lend a hand when I stumble, support me in making decisions, and offer valuable guidance when I’ve faced difficult choices. Their commitment to my growth and happiness has played an essential role in shaping who I am today. I recognize that I have made my share of mistakes along the way, but despite those missteps, I have never experienced a lack of love or support from either of them. Their love for me is boundless, and the encouragement they provide is a constant source of motivation in my life. In conclusion, my experiences, from my tumultuous relationship with my mother to the loving environment created by my father and stepmother, have profoundly influenced my character. I am committed to making the most of the opportunities I have and to continually striving to be the best version of myself, not only for my own sake but also to honor the sacrifices and love my parents have shown me throughout my life.

My life, in the simplest terms, resembles something straight out of a fictional book. About two weeks after I was born, my parents filed for divorce and moved to separate parts of town. My father took care of me for about twenty-seven days a month, while my mother had me for a weekend or two each month. Life with my mother was horrific; her home environment filled me with fear and anguish. She was not a good woman, struggling with drug abuse and neglecting me, leaving little room for kindness. The time I spent at her house was often spent cleaning up needles and burnt spoons—things no child should ever have to witness. Shortly after their divorce, my mother met her now-husband, my stepfather. In her search for love, she seemed to seek someone equally as vile, if not worse. At a young age, I experienced sexual assault, a crime committed by my mother's partner. I wish I could say that it never happened again and that I spoke up and received help. Unfortunately, that is not the case in my story. I did reach out to my mother and told her about the abuse, but her reaction was far from maternal. She simply told me that I deserved what happened to me, and continued to allow my stepfather to perpetrate acts of sodomy. By the time my mother lost custody of me, I had been sexually assaulted nearly ninety-five times. During my teenage years, I took a path that was not in my best interest. From late middle school to my freshman year, I developed a nicotine addiction. Everyone around me was vaping, and I used it as a way to calm myself. However, I soon realized that nicotine was more harmful than helpful. Inhaling nicotine was actually increasing my stress levels. Fortunately, I sought help and discovered healthier coping mechanisms. Today, instead of relying on nicotine, I spend my time painting and taking walks. I find these activities to be much better for my well-being, and I truly appreciate how much I’ve grown. I carry those experiences with me; they have shaped who I am today, both the good and the bad. While I wish I could erase those painful memories, I recognize that without them, I would not be the strong, independent, and compassionate woman I am today. To continue sobriety I will recognize the impact nicotine had on my academic life and my health. From a young age, I have always dreamed of graduating with a degree in marine biology. Although I grew up in places far from the ocean—like Wisconsin and Western North Carolina—I will never forget the first time I saw the ocean. I was about seven years old and visited the coast of New York, the closest ocean to where I lived, about six hours away. The experience was breathtaking, and I was captivated by the thought of working with such an ecosystem every day of my life. I pursued a fast track to graduate high school, finishing as a junior and completely skipping my senior year. As I worked hard to reach my goals, I also received my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy. Once I graduate from this institution, I plan to focus on preserving our oceanic ecosystems. I aim to work primarily in marine mammal rehabilitation, where I hope to save the majestic creatures that inhabit the ocean.

When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can actually be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I've been granted the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my own aspirations. This experience has not only allowed me to grow academically but has also fostered immense personal growth. It has taught me the importance of perseverance and hard work in the pursuit of my goals. While I am excited about the opportunities ahead, I must acknowledge that this journey is by no means easy. I face numerous challenges, and the path to achieving my dreams is filled with obstacles. As a sixteen-year-old female who is only claimed on my father's taxes, our yearly gross adjusted income is approximately fifty thousand dollars. Navigating the financial aspects of college can be daunting, but being both a low-income student and a first-generation college student has opened doors to a wealth of scholarship opportunities. I have learned the importance of taking advantage of these resources, and I am incredibly grateful for the generosity of the scholarship donors who make my education more affordable. Their support is helping me work toward making my out-of-state tuition significantly less burdensome. Bullying is one of the biggest problems in American schools. Fourteen percent of our youth consider suicide after experiencing bullying. Whenever I witness bullying, I do everything I can to support the victim. No one should have to endure bullying alone. Having been bullied throughout my school years, I understand the difficult situations children face when they experience bullying. Approximately seventy-nine percent of bullied children never come forward about their experiences. It is our responsibility as a society to create an environment where young people feel safe to report the verbal and physical abuse they encounter. By reporting threats, both online and in person, you can help save a life. By standing up for those who are being mistreated, you have the power to change someone's life entirely. I support standing up against any form of bullying, no matter your age.

My experiences as a member of the LGBTQ+ community have profoundly shaped my understanding of the diverse perspectives people hold when making decisions about their identities and lives. Navigating the journey of self-discovery can be incredibly daunting. Coming out can feel like standing on the edge of a cliff, with fear of the unknown and the possibility of rejection looming large. Sharing your religious beliefs can also be intimidating, especially in a world where acceptance varies among communities. Public speaking, too, often brings anxiety, filled with fear of judgment or misunderstanding. Regardless of the nature of these fears, each one is valid. No one has the right to dictate how someone should feel; emotions are real and deeply personal. Many individuals struggle with the thought that their struggles are unworthy or insignificant compared to those of others. However, it’s essential to recognize that every experience, no matter how small it may seem, is crucial in shaping who you are. Each person's journey is unique and complex, contributing to the rich tapestry of human experience. I was just twelve years old when I came out as a member of the LGBTQ+ community, and it was one of the most pivotal moments of my life. My father’s reaction was not what I had hoped for. He insisted I would eventually grow out of it, claiming that most kids try out being gay as a phase. This response left me feeling horrible. Was I seeking attention? Was I just confused? I realized that attraction is not something one can simply ignore or change. This rejection spurred me to research our community. I discovered I was far from alone; many others face similar dismissals from their parents regarding their LGBTQ+ identities. From a young age, I have always dreamed of graduating with a degree in marine biology. Although I grew up in places far from the ocean—like Wisconsin and Western North Carolina—I will never forget the first time I saw the ocean. I was about seven years old and visited the coast of New York, the closest ocean to where I lived, about six hours away. The experience was breathtaking, and I was captivated by the thought of working with such an ecosystem every day of my life. I pursued a fast track to graduate high school, finishing as a junior and completely skipping my senior year. As I worked hard to reach my goals, I also received my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy. Once I graduate from this institution, I plan to focus on preserving our oceanic ecosystems. I aim to work primarily in marine mammal rehabilitation, where I hope to save the majestic creatures that inhabit the ocean. As a young woman pursuing a degree in a male-dominated field, I have never felt more empowered by science. I have worked hard and maintained a GPA of 3.9 throughout my entire high school career\ When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I've been granted the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my own aspirations.

When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can actually be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I've been granted the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my own aspirations. This experience has not only allowed me to grow academically but has also fostered immense personal growth. It has taught me the importance of perseverance and hard work in the pursuit of my goals. While I am excited about the opportunities ahead, I must acknowledge that this journey is by no means easy. I face numerous challenges, and the path to achieving my dreams is filled with obstacles. As a sixteen-year-old female who is only claimed on my father's taxes, our yearly gross adjusted income is approximately fifty thousand dollars. Navigating the financial aspects of college can be daunting, but being both a low-income student and a first-generation college student has opened doors to a wealth of scholarship opportunities. I have learned the importance of taking advantage of these resources, and I am incredibly grateful for the generosity of the scholarship donors who make my education more affordable. Their support is helping me work toward making my out-of-state tuition significantly less burdensome. I aspire to continue my education beyond my undergraduate degree because I firmly believe that, without a degree, I will not be able to achieve my long-term goals. My passion for marine biology began at a young age, sparked by a school project and my first trip to the coast. I was utterly enchanted by the beauty and complexity of the sea, and it was then that I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to discovering and protecting its intricate ecosystems. This passion motivated me to pursue a degree in marine biology, aligning my future career with my lifelong interests. Receiving my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy, was a pivotal moment for me. It solidified my aspirations and provided a tangible path toward my future. However, the reality of out-of-state tuition is daunting. I have been scrambling to find ways to lower my costs, exploring various options and resources available to me. The financial commitment of attending such a prestigious institution is significant, but my determination to succeed drives me to find solutions. I am committed to making the most of this opportunity and am eager to contribute to the field of marine biology. My journey is just beginning, but I am excited about the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead as I strive to fulfill my dream of studying and protecting the marine environment.

When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can actually be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I've been granted the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my own aspirations. This experience has not only allowed me to grow academically but has also fostered immense personal growth. It has taught me the importance of perseverance and hard work in the pursuit of my goals. While I am excited about the opportunities ahead, I must acknowledge that this journey is by no means easy. I face numerous challenges, and the path to achieving my dreams is filled with obstacles. As a sixteen-year-old female who is only claimed on my father's taxes, our yearly gross adjusted income is approximately fifty thousand dollars. Navigating the financial aspects of college can be daunting, but being both a low-income student and a first-generation college student has opened doors to a wealth of scholarship opportunities. I have learned the importance of taking advantage of these resources, and I am incredibly grateful for the generosity of the scholarship donors who make my education more affordable. Their support is helping me work toward making my out-of-state tuition significantly less burdensome. I aspire to continue my education beyond my undergraduate degree because I firmly believe that, without a degree, I will not be able to achieve my long-term goals. My passion for marine biology began at a young age, sparked by a school project and my first trip to the coast. I was utterly enchanted by the beauty and complexity of the sea, and it was then that I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to discovering and protecting its intricate ecosystems. This passion motivated me to pursue a degree in marine biology, aligning my future career with my lifelong interests. Receiving my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy, was a pivotal moment for me. It solidified my aspirations and provided a tangible path toward my future. However, the reality of out-of-state tuition is daunting. I have been scrambling to find ways to lower my costs, exploring various options and resources available to me. The financial commitment of attending such a prestigious institution is significant, but my determination to succeed drives me to find solutions. I am committed to making the most of this opportunity and am eager to contribute to the field of marine biology. My journey is just beginning, but I am excited about the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead as I strive to fulfill my dream of studying and protecting the marine environment.

From a young age, I have always dreamed of graduating with a degree in marine biology. Although I grew up in places far from the ocean—like Wisconsin and Western North Carolina—I will never forget the first time I saw the ocean. I was about seven years old and visited the coast of New York, the closest ocean to where I lived, about six hours away. The experience was breathtaking, and I was captivated by the thought of working with such an ecosystem every day of my life. I pursued a fast track to graduate high school, finishing as a junior and completely skipping my senior year. As I worked hard to reach my goals, I also received my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy. Once I graduate from this institution, I plan to focus on preserving our oceanic ecosystems. I aim to work primarily in marine mammal rehabilitation, where I hope to save the majestic creatures that inhabit the ocean. My passion has always been in science, particularly biology. By understanding how science and engineering intersect, I can better apply my skills to marine biology. My mission is to minimize plastic pollution and its impact on ocean wildlife. During my freshman year of high school, I took the initiative to organize a recycling program for our county. After persistent advocacy with the school board, I successfully established a way to implement recycling at our school. We now have thirteen recycling bins placed around the campus, which are sent to our county's recycling program. Thanks to my determination, we are making progress in reducing plastic pollution in our national park. By speaking out against the issues I observed in our community, I am confident that I can make a difference for our ocean habitats in Maine and along the East Coast. My experiences as a member of the LGBTQ+ community have profoundly shaped my understanding of the diverse perspectives people hold when making decisions about their identities and lives. Navigating the journey of self-discovery can be incredibly daunting. Coming out can feel like standing on the edge of a cliff, with fear of the unknown and the possibility of rejection looming large. Sharing your religious beliefs can also be intimidating, especially in a world where acceptance varies among communities. Public speaking, too, often brings anxiety, filled with fear of judgment or misunderstanding. Regardless of the nature of these fears, each one is valid. No one has the right to dictate how someone should feel; emotions are real and deeply personal.

My life, in the simplest terms, resembles something straight out of a fictional book. About two weeks after I was born, my parents filed for divorce and moved to separate parts of town. My father took care of me for about twenty-seven days a month, while my mother had me for a weekend or two each month. Life with my mother was horrific; her home environment filled me with fear and anguish. She was not a good woman, struggling with drug abuse and neglecting me, leaving little room for kindness. The time I spent at her house was often spent cleaning up needles and burnt spoons—things no child should ever have to witness. Shortly after their divorce, my mother met her now-husband, my stepfather. In her search for love, she seemed to seek someone equally as vile, if not worse. At a young age, I experienced sexual assault, a crime committed by my mother's partner. I wish I could say that it never happened again and that I spoke up and received help. Unfortunately, that is not the case in my story. I did reach out to my mother and told her about the abuse, but her reaction was far from maternal. She simply told me that I deserved what happened to me, and continued to allow my stepfather to perpetrate acts of sodomy. By the time my mother lost custody of me, I had been sexually assaulted nearly ninety-five times. My mother lost custody because I spoke out against her abuse. I opened up and showed people that what was happening at home was not ok. In no way did I feel the need to be saved by anyone, thanks to my courage, I can thank myself for freeing me from my abusive household. I carry those experiences with me; they have shaped who I am today, both the good and the bad. While I wish I could erase those painful memories, I recognize that without them, I would not be the strong, independent, and compassionate woman I am today. My passions come from a young age, I have always dreamed of graduating with a degree in marine biology. Although I grew up in places far from the ocean—like Wisconsin and Western North Carolina—I will never forget the first time I saw the ocean. I was about seven years old and visited the coast of New York, the closest ocean to where I lived, about six hours away. The experience was breathtaking, and I was captivated by the thought of working with such an ecosystem every day of my life. I pursued a fast track to graduate high school, finishing as a junior and completely skipping my senior year. As I worked hard to reach my goals, I also received my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy. Once I graduate from this institution, I plan to focus on preserving our oceanic ecosystems. I aim to work primarily in marine mammal rehabilitation, where I hope to save the majestic creatures that inhabit the ocean.

From a young age, I have always dreamed of graduating with a degree in marine biology. Growing up far from the ocean, in Wisconsin and Western North Carolina, made this ambition seem distant at times. However, I will never forget the first time I saw the ocean. It was during a family trip to the coast of New York when I was about seven years old. The ocean, with its vastness and beauty, completely captivated me and solidified my desire to work in such a unique ecosystem. Entering a male-dominated field can be intimidating, but I have found empowerment in my passion for science. Through my dedication and hard work, I maintained a GPA of 3.9 throughout my high school career, which has set a strong foundation for my future studies. I am thrilled to announce that I have been accepted to Maine Maritime Academy to study marine biology. This opportunity excites me as it allows me to immerse myself in a field that encompasses a vast array of marine life and ecosystems. I genuinely look forward to contributing positively to the understanding and preservation of our oceans. Aside from my academic pursuits, I have dedicated a significant portion of my free time to volunteering in my local community. I believe in the importance of giving back and helping those who are less fortunate. My volunteer efforts include feeding those who cannot afford meals and helping out at retirement homes. These experiences have allowed me to connect with a variety of individuals and reinforce my commitment to service. I am naturally sympathetic and strive to ensure that no one feels unheard or that life is without purpose. I have always stood up for my beliefs, advocating for those who may not have a voice in our community. If I could start my charity, the central mission would focus on providing meals for families unable to afford food for their children. My personal experiences with food insecurity have made me acutely aware of the fear and uncertainty that comes from not knowing where your next meal will originate. I want to ensure that families, especially children, can receive the nourishment they need to thrive. To accomplish this, I would organize food drives in rural and underfunded areas, targeting locations such as orphanages, poorly funded schools, and low-income neighborhoods. By addressing these critical needs, I hope to create a supportive environment that uplifts families and promotes well-being. In conclusion, my passion for marine biology and community service shapes my identity and my aspirations for the future. I am excited about my educational journey and the potential to make meaningful contributions both in science and community welfare. Through my studies and future advocacy work, I intend to impact the lives of others while pursuing my dreams.

When you think of a first-generation college student, you might automatically assume that they face greater challenges than those who come from families with educated parents. However, my experience as a first-generation college student has been both rewarding and enriching. I have discovered that, with the right resources and support, college can actually be more manageable than many might expect. Organizations and programs dedicated to assisting students like me have made a significant difference in my academic journey. As the first member of my family to attend college, I've been granted the unique privilege of deciding my degree and shaping my future according to my own aspirations. This experience has not only allowed me to grow academically but has also fostered immense personal growth. It has taught me the importance of perseverance and hard work in the pursuit of my goals. While I am excited about the opportunities ahead, I must acknowledge that this journey is by no means easy. I face numerous challenges, and the path to achieving my dreams is filled with obstacles. As a sixteen-year-old female who is only claimed on my father's taxes, our yearly gross adjusted income is approximately fifty thousand dollars. Navigating the financial aspects of college can be daunting, but being both a low-income student and a first-generation college student has opened doors to a wealth of scholarship opportunities. I have learned the importance of taking advantage of these resources, and I am incredibly grateful for the generosity of the scholarship donors who make my education more affordable. Their support is helping me work toward making my out-of-state tuition significantly less burdensome. I aspire to continue my education beyond my undergraduate degree because I firmly believe that, without a degree, I will not be able to achieve my long-term goals. My passion for marine biology began at a young age, sparked by a school project and my first trip to the coast. I was utterly enchanted by the beauty and complexity of the sea, and it was then that I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to discovering and protecting its intricate ecosystems. This passion motivated me to pursue a degree in marine biology, aligning my future career with my lifelong interests. Receiving my acceptance to my dream school, Maine Maritime Academy, was a pivotal moment for me. It solidified my aspirations and provided a tangible path toward my future. However, the reality of out-of-state tuition is daunting. I have been scrambling to find ways to lower my costs, exploring various options and resources available to me. The financial commitment of attending such a prestigious institution is significant, but my determination to succeed drives me to find solutions. I am committed to making the most of this opportunity and am eager to contribute to the field of marine biology. My journey is just beginning, but I am excited about the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead as I strive to fulfill my dream of studying and protecting the marine environment.

My experiences as a member of the LGBTQ+ community have profoundly shaped my understanding of the diverse perspectives people hold when making decisions about their identities and lives. Navigating the journey of self-discovery can be incredibly daunting. Coming out can feel like standing on the edge of a cliff, with fear of the unknown and the possibility of rejection looming large. Sharing your religious beliefs can also be intimidating, especially in a world where acceptance varies among communities. Public speaking, too, often brings anxiety, filled with fear of judgment or misunderstanding. Regardless of the nature of these fears, each one is valid. No one has the right to dictate how someone should feel; emotions are real and deeply personal. Many individuals struggle with the thought that their struggles are unworthy or insignificant compared to those of others. However, it’s essential to recognize that every experience, no matter how small it may seem, is crucial in shaping who you are. Each person's journey is unique and complex, contributing to the rich tapestry of human experience. I was just twelve years old when I came out as a member of the LGBTQ+ community, and it was one of the most pivotal moments of my life. My father’s reaction was not what I had hoped for. He insisted I would eventually grow out of it, claiming that most kids try out being gay as a phase. This response left me feeling horrible. Was I seeking attention? Was I just confused? I realized that attraction is not something one can simply ignore or change. This rejection spurred me to research our community. I discovered I was far from alone; many others face similar dismissals from their parents regarding their LGBTQ+ identities. Through my research, I uncovered distressing truths about the realities faced by LGBTQ+ individuals. It became evident that our community often experiences discrimination and prejudice, especially for loving someone of the same sex. The treatment my community faces for expressing love and affection was both puzzling and upsetting. This sparked questions in me: What is the significance of loving someone of the same gender? Being gay is just one facet of a person’s identity; it does not define the entirety of who they are. Individuals have the right to choose how much of their LGBTQ+ identity they want to display. This realization was liberating. It allowed me to embrace my identity fully while recognizing that I am so much more than just my sexual orientation. As I grew older, my commitment to supporting the LGBTQ+ community deepened. I participated in various events aimed at uplifting LGBTQ+ youth, with The Day of Silence being one of the most significant. This day honors those who have lost their lives to suicide due to the judgment they faced regarding their gender identity or sexual orientation. Taking part in this event wasn’t just an act of solidarity; it was my way of honoring those who did not have a voice. By supporting my community and sharing my story, I hope to reach that twelve-year-old girl who has just come to terms with her sexuality. I want her to see my words and understand she is not alone in her feelings. There is a whole community waiting to embrace her, filled with people who have navigated similar paths and who can offer support, understanding, and friendship. We are all unique, yet our shared experiences create a bond that transcends individual stories and brings us together. Ultimately, my goal is to foster a sense of belonging and hope for those who may feel misunderstood or isolated.

As a young woman pursuing a degree in a male-dominated field, I have never felt more empowered by science. I have worked hard and maintained a GPA of 3.9 throughout my entire high school career. I am thrilled to have been accepted to Maine Maritime Academy to study marine biology, and I look forward to working in a field that encompasses such an expansive ecosystem. As a woman in this discipline, I am aware of the wage gap, where women earn eighty-five cents to a man's dollar. The belief that equality has been achieved in the workforce is simply inaccurate. Every woman still faces challenges related to sexism and misogyny in today’s society. My passion has always been in science, particularly biology. By understanding how science and engineering intersect, I can better apply my skills to marine biology. My mission is to minimize plastic pollution and its impact on ocean wildlife. During my freshman year of high school, I took the initiative to organize a recycling program for our county. After persistent advocacy with the school board, I successfully established a way to implement recycling at our school. We now have thirteen recycling bins placed around the campus, which are sent to our county's recycling program. Thanks to my determination, we are making progress in reducing plastic pollution in our national park. By speaking out against the issues I observed in our community, I am confident that I can make a difference for our ocean habitats in Maine and along the East Coast.

Attending college has always been a goal of mine. By going to college, I will be proving everyone who said I couldn't wrong. However, that's not the point of my college career. By attending secondary school I am putting myself in a position no one in my family has ever been in. And that is absolutely terrifying. I've never been one to fear failure and if I'm being honest, I still don't fear it. The only thing that has a looming shadow hanging over me is tuition costs. Not to mention I plan on attending an out-of-state university, and we all know that is no easy game to play. By attending a university, I am allowing myself to rise beyond the 'set standards' that live in my family's core values. No one expects me to attend college or pursue a degree, but I hold myself to a higher standard. Affording college is no easy situation, and scholarships tend to make college a little more smooth sailing. By attending college, I'm pursuing MY dreams, and obtaining MY degree. No one is forcing me to attend secondary school, and no one is talking me out of it. It all simply comes down to my dreams. And trust me, these dreams are big, but that's why I have set goals to accomplish and plans to follow. I have never been faced with this challenge before, however, this is not the first time I've been put through a situation no one close to me has. I have adapted to compromising and working out things I need to do to accomplish my goals. And this situation is no different. I did not start working towards my dreams just to be put off by the cost of tuition. I can and will figure out a way to make two ends meet to ensure that I attend the college of my dreams. The best way to pay tuition is through scholarships, and that is why I'm telling you about the struggles of being a first-generation college student, right? Wrong. Yes, being a first-generation college student isn't exactly a cakewalk, however, I wouldn't say it's a struggle. I like to phrase it as an experience, by undergoing these challenges I will be able to apply them to future situations I'm put in. In the end, yes, some struggles come along with being the first in your bloodline to attend college, however, nothing amounts to the number of life lessons I will learn along the way.

I was born with addiction. My mother is a heavy heroine and cocaine user and it has yet to stop impacting my life. I will never know if she was using when she was pregnant with me simply because the topic is too painful to bring up. Her addiction has caused me to grow up without my mother. When I was eight years old she lost custody of me. And the only person I can thank for that is myself. I spoke out against her addiction and brought it to the courts attention. It was every night someone was coming over to put white powder up their noses or be putting lighters under spoons and putting the smelly liquid into needles. I grew up with the duty of clearing discarded needles that were left on the counter. At age six I was pouring brandy and handing my mother bandages for her arms. I wasn’t aware of what she was doing at the time, but looking back, it was horrific. I was taking care of a thirty-five year old woman. Addiction ruined her marriage and all her relationships with her children. Not even mentioning the amount of alcohol she put in her system every night. The amount of times she would come home from bars, screaming at her boyfriend, throwing things. During these nights I’d lock myself in my closet and pray and beg she didn’t remember she had kids. Those few nights we did cross her mind, she threatened to burn down the house with her kids in it. She would be there the next day with some new stitches or bruise on her body. Her boyfriend never hit her, she did it to herself. Addiction caused her to spiral so horribly. At work, she started a fund, telling everyone it was to pay for lawyers so she could keep her kids. I watched all that money that was meant to keep me in her home, go towards things that made me wanna leave even more. When you stare your kid in the eye, and she’s five years old, and you tell her that childbirth is the reason you use drugs, it can really break a kid. Thanks to my mother, I’m scared to drink and probably never will. Since my mother was addicted, there is a 98% chance I get hooked very easily. And I am not taking the chance of being like my mother.

Usually when you hear about a trauma story, it’s about parents leaving their kids, in my case, I left my mother. When I was born my parents almost immediately got divorced. I was spending every other weekend with my mother and all the other time with my dad. Looking back, I don’t miss this time with my mother. When I was with her, the time was spent doing dishes, cleaning the house, and throwing away discarded needles on the counter. She was a heavy heroine used and smoked a lot of weed. She soon got married, and her husband was an absolute nightmare. During my time there, my stepfather would sexually assault me almost every night I stayed. Eventually it got so bad DSS was called and they talked to me at my school, I lied to protect my mother. It’s one of my biggest regrets. When I reached the age of eight I was folding laundry, washing dishes, mowing the lawn, and taking the garbage out. That year, I finally had enough and I came forward about everything I endured. I stood in front of a court and betrayed my mother with a couple sentences. She was heartbroken, but she was also thirty-five and had lead herself to the point she was at. Now, eight years later, I still find it hard to open up about my hardships. My boyfriend, one of my biggest supporters, is one of the only people that know about the sexual assault I endured. It’s truly a tough subject and bringing it up in todays society is seen as attention seeking and you’re most likely going to be called a liar. However, if I don’t speak out, I feel I’m letting him win. Yes, he will never be behind bars for the crime he committed, but telling people about my story has helped others open up about similar stories. I will be a first generation college attendee from my biological parents, considering they had my oldest sister at 21, that kind of took away the opportunity of college. However, I am going to fulfill my dreams. And I hope to one day speak to survivors that are in a similar state as I am. No one deserves to be silenced, especially when they have the bravery to speak out. I am an advocate for sexual assault victims and I want to see a chance in the patriarchy of America. I refuse to let rape victims be discarded any longer. You’re journey is valid and your trauma is valid.

During Christmas time I participate in a volunteer group that wraps toiletries for those less fortunate or in group homes/retirement facilities. We receive multiple thank you letters every year and I feel this really makes an impact on the character I am today. Doing things such as volunteering have always left an impact on my soul and I strive to continue to help my community. We spend about seven hours wrapping gifts the week before Christmas and it’s not for the light hearted. Between the wrapping paper and tons of tape we use, I find it to be very rewarding. I have never found it difficult to help people and or animals out. My mother always said I had an old soul but a big heart. And I strive to be the person that leaves a legacy based on kindness. I participate in peaceful protests for minorities everywhere and I am a public advocate for an LGBTQ+ organization GLSEN. In this organization I go to rallies in New York City, Washington DC, and LA California to speak out against discrimination against LGBTQ+ youth. As someone in Western North Carolina, I know the struggles of being LGBTQ in such a place that believes strongly that homosexuality is a sin. However, I believe and will testify that there is nothing wrong with loving. I will advocate for those who can’t and will speak for those who are scared. No one should ever be scared to step out of there house because of their gender identity or sexual orientation. Mainly because, it’s no ones business but their own. Whether you speak out or keep to yourself, you should have the rights every straight cisgender person has. Differences don’t make us wrong, they create a diverse community that introduces us to what the real world is like. There are many religions, races, and orientations that we may not identify with but someone were close to does. Everyone, no matter who you are, should strive to be an ally to those who are treated different based on something that they are proud of. Minority discrimination is ignorant and personally I believe those who treat them different are small minded and not open to change. I want to be the person that opens people up to believing in growth and accepting different communities. The amount of discrimination in our world is unhealthy. Elder abuse, LGBTQ+ discrimination, anti-semitism, racism, xenophilia, and sexual assaults victims are just some of the communities that I strive to see that they are treated the same way republican, straight, US citizens, person(s) are. I strive to be the change we want to see. I will not allow this issue to be swept under the rug and I’m hoping that people in my generation have the same motivation to create a safe environment. We must open our eyes to the beauty of difference. We will always be surrounded by people that are different than ourselves and the sooner we can accept them as people instead of different the sooner we can move on to bigger issues in the word.