For as long as I could hold up a book, I’ve had a passion for reading and writing. The thrill of being engulfed in an entirely new world with characters who had their own emotions and desires was so alluring to me. From subway cars to hiding under my blankets with a flashlight, I was always spotted with a book in my hand. Fast forward to today, I am now a seventeen year old senior with the same passion and a new longing to contribute to the world of publishing.
Growing up, I never read about people who looked like me. There was never a Black or Latina main character with a dorky personality and drive like I had. I realized when I was thirteen that I wanted to be a book editor for a successful publishing house, and it was only when I started researching, that everything clicked. The publishing industry isn’t as diverse as anyone would expect and it's reflected in the numbers; 72.5% of U.S. publishing are white as stated in the Publishing Perspective article “Diversity in US Publishing: The New Lee & Low Report” by Porter Anderson. As I did more and more research, I realized how underrepresented people of color, women, and people a part of the LGBTQIA+ community are, not only in books but in real life and I wish to change that. My long-term goal then became to open my own publishing house to give voices to underrepresented communities. Books inspire the future generations and what they consume greatly affects the way they go about life.
As a woman of color, I grew up with the mentality that I'd have to work twice as hard to get half as far, but I wouldn't let that hinder my drive and dream. When I was fifteen, I suffered the first big loss I'd ever had in my entire life thus far. My grandfather, who I referred to as "Papa" passed away due to a very rare and severe cancer. It took everyone by surprise, just how sudden the dip in his health was. He was a young grandfather, fit, happy. He was the type of person that left a long lasting affect on everyone he met and genuinely brought life to every room he stepped in whether they liked it or not. With this loss came a terrible affect on my mental health, and that was seen through my dip in grades. If felt as though nothing I did mattered anymore because he was gone.
However, that mentality slowly changed as I found my passion for writing once again, delving into poetry. I began to feel closer to those around me through seeking connection and releasing the grief, which I now recognize as love without an outlet, in my writing. I started to feel more grounded and grateful, my grades getting better once again, though it took me a year to get to that point. Every time I feel a loss of motivation, I remember what Papa wanted for me; success, love, and security. He would've supported me throughout this journey, so the least I could do was support myself.
Recently, I committed to Susquehanna University for a dual degree in Publishing & Editing and Creative Writing. I am both willing and genuinely excited to dive head-first into the unknown in order to get closer to reaching my goal. With a set foundation in these majors, and a scholarship to support me through this journey, I will have more tools at my fingertips that I will take advantage of in a heartbeat.