I am a psychology major intending to work in HR after graduation, while simultaneously pursuing further studies so that I can eventually go into industrial/organizational psychology. In line with that goal, I also hope to branch out into the nonprofit sector or to volunteer my skills to help build a more equitable world. After all, while we have made great strides as a society in terms of inclusion, there is still much work to be done. I know I cannot simply graduate, get hired, and do my job. I need to excel, and in doing so, I need to intentionally create a working environment that values each person’s contributions, growth, and diversity— an environment that pushes people to succeed for not just the community’s sake but their own as well. My hope is that one day, I will be able to build a space that is not just safe, but an active support system for those who have been marginalized, especially other Asians and Filipino-Americans. As a Filipino-American specifically, I know that we are often forgotten, often considered "not Asian enough" in some circles and yet not "American" either— when the fact is that we are both. Our unique perspective as Filipino-Americans is so valuable: family-oriented, dedicated, and kind above all else; we have so much to contribute, if only we had the platform to do so. To that end, I am getting involved with the Pilipinx retention center here at my school, experience that I hope will allow me to understand how to create pathways for more Filipinos to enter the workforce, where they can not only grow personally but also provide shining role models of excellency for their children. I also hope that by having more representation in various academic and professional sectors, Filipinos can begin to dispel the many misconceptions and stereotypes about who we are as a people. This is how I plan to serve my community: by being part of it, and by fighting for it. The award of this scholarship will directly support that cause, and would mean everything to me.

I heard a story, once. There was a man stuck in a hole, and two passers-by. One of them said, "Oh, that must be so scary and terrible." Her name was Sympathy. The other passerby said nothing. Instead, she climbed down into the hole with the man, and eventually, helped him get out. Her name was Empathy. Empathy means not just to recognize the feelings of someone in need, but to put yourself in their shoes, and to offer help based on what they need, not what you think they need. I strive to always be empathetic by hearing all a person has to say about their troubles, and asking them first and foremost what kind of outcome they want, or what kind of help they seek. Sometimes they want advice. Sometimes they need money. Sometimes they just want a friendly ear and no judgment. Whatever it is, if it is within my power, I try to provide it. I believe that empathy is impossible without sympathy. I always try to recognize what emotions others may be feeling, and I try to recall times in my life that I have felt similar, and I think about what made me feel better, and how I might translate that to their situation. I also ask them explicitly how I can improve their situation or mood, rather than assuming, because help should be at their level, not at mine.