Growing up with a single mom wasn’t easy. We moved often, switching schools, neighborhoods, and friend groups more times than I can count. My mom did everything she could, but raising me on her own without much financial or emotional support from her family was incredibly challenging.
During my senior year of high school, I discovered SCAD. I had recently decided to major in interior design, and when someone recommended the school, I decided to take a tour. I instantly fell in love with the environment. After researching the interior design program and comparing it to other schools I had applied to, I realized SCAD’s program was among the best. I applied early decision and was thrilled to be accepted, along with an invitation to the Honors Program.
However, the financial challenges became more difficult once I started college. Despite applying for numerous scholarships, I wasn’t receiving any awards. I also couldn’t get additional support from financial aid or take out loans without a cosigner. Still, I didn’t want to give up the many opportunities that SCAD could offer me. My mother, selfless as always, took on nearly $30,000 in loans just to cover my first year.
I focused on my studies and continued applying for scholarships, trying not to let stress over tuition consume me. I submitted multiple hardship requests explaining that I came from a low-income background, but each time, I was told there was no additional aid available. It was devastating. I feared I’d have to put my education on hold or leave the best school for my major.
I worked over the summer but wasn’t able to earn enough to cover my sophomore year. Again, my mom took out another loan for the fall quarter but told me she might not be able to afford the rest of the year. I was beyond grateful and promised her I’d work even harder to find scholarships.
For three months, I applied to scholarships every day while doing my best to stay positive and focus on school. When my dad agreed to help with winter quarter tuition, though only once, I was left to figure out how to cover spring. I saw it as one last shot to keep going. Finally, I was awarded one scholarship. It wasn’t large, but it was everything to me. I proudly shared the news with my family, it was the first time in a while that I felt hopeful.
But despite my continued efforts, I didn’t receive any more aid. I applied for another hardship request and was again denied. I even attempted to update my FAFSA status from dependent to independent since I live alone, but I was told I wouldn’t qualify until age 21. I felt completely defeated and could only pray for a miracle. My dad ended up taking out another loan for spring quarter, but both of my parents have now reached their limit. The fear of not being able to continue weighs heavily on me.
I believe I deserve this scholarship not only because of the obstacles I’ve overcome, but also because of what I plan to do with the education I’m fighting so hard for. My ultimate goal is to use interior design as a tool for community transformation. The places I’ve lived, often underserved and overlooked, have shaped who I am. I’ve seen how much environment impacts people’s pride, mental health, and sense of possibility. Too often, communities like mine are left behind, their buildings neglected, their public spaces underfunded, and their voices unheard.
Once I become a professional interior designer, I want to return to those very neighborhoods and help revitalize them. I dream of redesigning community centers, schools, affordable housing, and local gathering spaces so they reflect the beauty, culture, and resilience of the people who live there. I want to work with local leaders, artists, and youth to co-create spaces that foster connection, creativity, and growth.
Design, to me, isn’t just about aesthetics, it’s about dignity. Everyone deserves to live, work, and gather in spaces that make them feel safe, inspired, and valued. I want to be part of restoring that sense of pride in underserved areas, helping people not just survive in their communities but thrive.
This scholarship would not only relieve the financial burden I carry, it would bring me one step closer to fulfilling a purpose that goes far beyond myself. It would allow me to continue my education and, one day, give back to others who are growing up like I did: full of potential, but waiting for someone to believe in them and the places they call home.