I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include the UNCF Walk for Education, the Walk to End Alzheimers Houston and the Women’s March of Houston. At the Women’s March, I protested the abortion ban in Texas, led chants, and discussed the importance of intersectionality regarding the fight for reproductive rights in the state of Texas. Other organizations that I have volunteered for include Third Ward Reads, where I read books to under-privileged children that may not have had the opportunity to access a library and Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, where I made boxes of food for families. Volunteering has given me an opportunity to learn about myself and my community. I have been a Girl Scout since kindergarten. As part of Girl Scouts, I have met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. In April 2023, I was awarded my Gold Award, which focuses on the importance of the consideration of special needs students in nutrition programs in public schools. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. This small project will have a tremendous impact on the way we perceive nutrition, the meals provided in schools, and how diversity is a pivotal part of any community. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

She twisted her brown coils of hair, as she admired the photos of her family, friends and travels that neatly dotted the spaces between her degrees, from Spelman and Columbia, which embellished the walls of her law office.

As I sit before my computer screen at this given moment, a book blog owner, I can’t begin to fathom the numerous lessons that I have learned. I was raised in a household of avid readers. Bookshelves were lined by various books and Barnes and Noble's visits were always a part of our family outings. I always, reluctantly, plucked books from my own shelf to accompany me on long car rides. I was always taught, by my parents and books, that reading can take you to unimaginable places. The settings in every book I read provided perspective for unfathomable situations and comfort for my personal problems. I was able to learn about people and places that I could never imagine myself around and within. Books provided a safety net. Every summer when we were not able to afford vacations, cracking open a romance novel that took place abroad made me dream bigger and yearn for more. It helped me envision the future that I want to have for myself. Sci-fi books made me feel as if my civic duty was important to the well-being of my country, the future was in my hands and I needed to understand the power of my vote, my choice to be a kind person, and the power of my decisions. Romance books made me feel liberated. These books flooded me with emotions, but these helped me realize the importance of self-care. Every overachieving woman that dominated her role as a main character never neglected her health, constantly reminding me of the importance of taking care of myself and that I was more than a major or my achievements, and that I could be seen for more than just those things. Books have no longer become merely decoration but enriched my mind. I was starving for knowledge. The words that graced the pages became my nutrients and had become just as important as the vitamins I took every morning. Every Black history book became a source of nourishment. Books pushed me to become passionate about law, Black history in relation to the justice system, and fashion. Due to trial and error, I was able to retain loads of information and I had become so passionate about Black history in relation to the justice system that I went from participating in class discussions to teaching my African American Studies course, with the permission of the instructor, four times and counting. Books have taught me to appreciate all walks of life, the importance of taking care of myself so that I can pour into my community, and how big my imagination is.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I formulated my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which included a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved. I completed my research, cultivated my website and pamphlets, and led several webinars for my project. In April 2023, I was awarded Girl Scout’s highest honor, the Gold Award, for my project. This small project will have a tremendous impact on the way we perceive nutrition, the meals provided in schools, and how diversity is a pivotal part of any community. The meals and or utensils must be modified to accommodate these students’ needs. I believe applying my project more broadly would have a positive impact on the community. I plan to major in Political Science and Business on a pre-law track at Spelman this Fall. I am interested in practicing business law. I am also passionate about my community and analyzing the impact of certain laws on society. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. I want to create safe spaces with access to educational resources for women and children in the United States and abroad. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and America as a whole.

As I wrapped myself in a blanket and threw myself on the couch, I grabbed the remote and began scrolling. This particular weekend, my grandfather was on my mind heavily. When he passed, I was at the ripe age of twelve and was unable to process that he had passed on entirely. Of course, I sobbed as I listened to John Coltrane, his favorite jazz artist, playing softly in the background and took on household chores as my Mom grieved the absence of her father. However, at 15, I finally began to process it fully. I began to understand there would be no more phone calls on Sundays at 5 pm sharp, odd nicknames like “Pickle Lady,” and chocolate-covered almonds from his callused, wrinkly hands that he had retrieved from the airport in desperate need of sugar. Grief was foreign to me as I had only seen it in the media and behind my parent’s closed doors as they grieved older people who impacted them and passed unexpectedly. My scrolling came to an end. I finally encountered a movie with the title “Waves.” The cover was encompassed in hues of blues and featured two teenagers staring intently at one another. As someone who loves romance movies, I was automatically intrigued. I clicked the button to play the film. It opened with an upbeat song, and as the movie resumed, my love for the film and how much the second half resonated with me became permanent. The film explored multiple aspects that resonated deeply with my identity, such as the Baptist church's role in my family as a Black person, grief, and being alone with various people around me. The soundtrack was soothing and evoked so many emotions I had not felt in a while and could not process. This movie made me feel seen. As a Black girl, who often found herself in predominantly white spaces, she has had to become comfortable with being alone and independent for an extended period. One of the main characters, Emily, was alone during the movie but explores the deep feelings that came with being a teenager in love, helping her boyfriend mourn his own father as he had succumbed to cancer, and battle the grief that came with losing her brother and weeping the presence of her emotionally absent parents. The movie perfectly captures what “waves of grief” feel like; they hit when you least expect it. Moreover, it beautifully defined how she felt through music and cinematic shots embedded in my mind. I had finally found a comfort movie that no longer only encapsulated love and tragedy through the lens of a grown-up. I found a Black film that was able to portray my own family and our issues accurately without stereotyping us but summed up our culture. From the early mornings fighting sleep in church, I looked forward to the shenanigans at brunch after church and the music we share in my house. This movie reminded me that my grief is not only love with nowhere to go but will always ebb and flow.

College has always felt so far away, but now that the day has come,I could not be more excited and ridden with anxiety. It was always seen as a stepping stone to freedom of expression and the opportunity to build identity capital independent of my parents. I worked hard to have the opportunity to attend my dream school. I desperately needed space I needed room to foster my wellness habits that others made fun of, but soon mimicked and grow as a person. I learned from a young age that the way you present yourself to others is everything. I sat comfortably, criss-cross below my mom’s vanity space watching intently as she got ready for my dad’s work events or the day ahead of her. My mom has lupus, so I admired the way she took care of herself, even when she was battling a flare or suffering from aches and pains. She was so gentle and intentional with every product and thorough with its application process. She always softly patted her face when she applied blush, every time she applied eyeliner, the line was so neat, and her lipstick always matched her complexion perfectly. I strived to emulate that in my day-to-day routine and not just in my beauty routine. Throughout school, I began to develop an extensive beauty and wellness routine. I found joy in experimenting with different beauty regimes or mocking different internet niches that were driven by consumerism. I was an athlete in high school so hygiene and taking care of my body became important to me quickly. Hot showers with steam that gently massaged my sore muscles and tired mind from the day and gua sha provided me more comfort than the busy weeks ahead of me. I always encouraged myself to make healthy decisions that would nourish my body inside and out. I knew that everything I put into my body translated into the effort that I was able to put into my sport, inside the classroom, and appearance. I opted to make healthy choices in the kitchen, choosing to nourish my body with plenty of veggies and protein. I practiced yoga before I went to bed to maintain joints that were intact and flexible, and even implemented daily walks in my routine after the season was over. The thought of attending college has made me excited for the opportunity to curate my schedule, utilize my own time, and become the woman I envision myself becoming.

Confidence, charisma, and boldness are the core qualities of leadership I value most. I do not believe that you are born with these qualities, rather they are developed throughout a series of events. The foundation to cultivating leadership skills is being in uncomfortable spaces that prompt you to socialize and take risks in even the most challenging times. Confidence is formed through not only encouragement, but taking risks that you know will elevate your environment for the better. Confident leaders have the ability to think outside of the box and have the power to create an illusion no one will ever know is true or false; their security in themselves. When you practice appearing confident, whether it be through strong eye contact, proper posture, or non-verbal communication, this allows you to create a facade of poise. Nobody is born confident; it is developed over time. Charisma and confidence move in tandem with one another. Charisma is best displayed by being an active listener. These traits cannot only help you float through conversations, but build necessary connections that can you grant you access to spaces that are “elite”. Boldness is an important trait because it is essential to pushing boundaries and living and speaking out in courageous ways that are true to who we are. Pushing boundaries and walking in my truth unapologetically continue to help me. If you are not bold, who will speak your truth for you? As a Girl Scout for over 12 years, I obtained multiple awards, including my Gold Award through being confident, charismatic, and bold. I had to present multiple presentations to crowds. It was intimidating at first because of the workload, but I tackled it. I had to discuss my plans with individuals that I was not familiar with. I had to be charismatic. It drew my mentor, my advisors, and helpers in like a magnet. I had to make sure that my communication was effective and clear and be able to instill deep levels of trust in my audience. This was important to me because I was working with special needs children. My project’s purpose was to emphasize their autonomy, how their health and nutrition matter in a post-pandemic world, and the financial and bodily challenges that they face on a daily basis that may not be acknowledged by nutritional curriculum taught within public schools around the United States. I had to lead my community and bring awareness to this issue in a manner that was comprehensible, interactive, and informational for my audience when conducting my in-person and digital workshops. Having these skills and exercising them correctly was essential to my project's success and helped me execute my goals effectively. My confidence allowed me to develop strong interpersonal relationships with those who helped me and the students I was able to impact. My boldness allowed me to assert my beliefs on how I believed things should go forward. My charisma allowed me to lead with authenticity and develop a strong foundation. These skills have been vital to my development into the young woman I am today. These skills are necessary for one who wants to lead and accomplish big things.

College has always felt so far away, but now that the day has come,I could not be more excited and ridden with anxiety. It was always seen as a stepping stone to freedom of expression and the opportunity to build identity capital independent of my parents. I worked hard to have the opportunity to attend my dream school. I desperately needed space I needed room to foster my wellness habits that others made fun of, but soon mimicked and grow as a person. I learned from a young age that the way you present yourself to others is everything. I sat comfortably, criss-cross below my mom’s vanity space watching intently as she got ready for my dad’s work events or the day ahead of her. My mom has lupus, so I admired the way she took care of herself, even when she was battling a flare or suffering from aches and pains. She was so gentle and intentional with every product and thorough with its application process. She always softly patted her face when she applied blush, every time she applied eyeliner, the line was so neat, and her lipstick always matched her complexion perfectly. I strived to emulate that in my day-to-day routine and not just in my beauty routine. Throughout school, I began to develop an extensive beauty and wellness routine. I found joy in experimenting with different beauty regimes or mocking different internet niches that were driven by consumerism. I was an athlete in high school so hygiene and taking care of my body became important to me quickly. Hot showers with steam that gently massaged my sore muscles and tired mind from the day and gua sha provided me more comfort than the busy weeks ahead of me. I always encouraged myself to make healthy decisions that would nourish my body inside and out. I knew that everything I put into my body translated into the effort that I was able to put into my sport, inside the classroom, and appearance. I opted to make healthy choices in the kitchen, choosing to nourish my body with plenty of veggies and protein. I practiced yoga before I went to bed to maintain joints that were intact and flexible, and even implemented daily walks in my routine after the season was over. The thought of attending college has made me excited for the opportunity to curate my schedule, utilize my own time, and become the woman I envision myself becoming.

For as long as I can remember, our family has been devoted to giving back to the community. I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include the UNCF Walk for Education, the Walk to End Alzheimer's Houston and the Women’s March of Houston. At the Women’s March, I protested against the abortion ban in Texas, led chants, and discussed the importance of intersectionality regarding the fight for reproductive rights in the state of Texas. Other organizations that I have volunteered for include Third Ward Reads, where I read books to underprivileged children that may not have had the opportunity to access a library and Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, where I made boxes of food for families. During my high school journey, I have also been actively engaged in extracurricular activities. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year and served as President my senior year. I ran hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track team. I also participated in various clubs on campus, including Model United Nations, Girl Up and Youth and Government. Moreover, I am a member of the Principal’s Forum; my mentor chose me to represent the student body. I am an AP Language and Composition tutor for Ms. Spain. I was selected because of my high score on the AP Language and Composition test. Lastly, I attend Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church and volunteer in Sunday School. In addition, to my high school activities, I have been a Girl Scout since kindergarten, and I was awarded their highest honor, the Gold Award, in April 2023. The mission of Girl Scouts of America is to focus on building girls of courage, confidence, and character. In my 9 years of being a girl scout, I have become the young woman I am today because of this mission and because of the organization’s emphasis on activism and service. This aligns very well with Spelman College’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person,” as well as its emphasis on creating change agents. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and to continue my commitment to the community. I am an avid volunteer in my community and invest in my community emotionally, financially, and physically. I believe this makes Spelman the right place for my college career as it continues to mold me, feed my interests, and grow my passions. I plan to major in Political Science and Business on a pre-law track at Spelman this Fall. I am interested in practicing business law. I am also passionate about my community and analyzing the impact of certain laws on society. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means, or a voice is important. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. I want to create safe spaces with access to educational resources for women and children here and abroad. Attending Spelman, being surrounded by like-minded women, and potentially graduate debt free, would simply be a blessing. This scholarship would be an investment in my plans to change this world for the better. Your investment in me would be realized through my efforts to give back to my community and the business community.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I formulated my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which included a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved. I completed my research, cultivated my website and pamphlets, and led several webinars for my project. In April 2023, I was awarded Girl Scout’s highest honor, the Gold Award, for my project. This small project will have a tremendous impact on the way we perceive nutrition, the meals provided in schools, and how diversity is a pivotal part of any community. The meals and or utensils must be modified to accommodate these students’ needs. I believe applying my project more broadly would have a positive impact on the community. I plan to major in Political Science and Business on a pre-law track at Spelman this Fall. I am interested in practicing business law. I am also passionate about my community and analyzing the impact of certain laws on society. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. I want to create safe spaces with access to educational resources for women and children in the United States and abroad. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

Confidence, charisma, and boldness are the core qualities of leadership I value most. I do not believe that you are born with these qualities, rather they are developed throughout a series of events. The foundation to cultivating leadership skills is being in uncomfortable spaces that prompt you to socialize and take risks in even the most challenging times. Confidence is formed through not only encouragement, but taking risks that you know will elevate your environment for the better. Confident leaders have the ability to think outside of the box and have the power to create an illusion no one will ever know is true or false; their security in themselves. When you practice appearing confident, whether it be through strong eye contact, proper posture, or non-verbal communication, this allows you to create a facade of poise. Nobody is born confident; it is developed over time. Charisma and confidence move in tandem with one another. Charisma is best displayed by being an active listener. These traits cannot only help you float through conversations, but build necessary connections that can you grant you access to spaces that are “elite”. Boldness is an important trait because it is essential to pushing boundaries and living and speaking out in courageous ways that are true to who we are. Pushing boundaries and walking in my truth unapologetically continue to help me. If you are not bold, who will speak your truth for you? As a Girl Scout for over 12 years, I obtained multiple awards, including my Gold Award through being confident, charismatic, and bold. I had to present multiple presentations to crowds. It was intimidating at first because of the workload, but I tackled it. I had to discuss my plans with individuals that I was not familiar with. I had to be charismatic. It drew my mentor, my advisors, and helpers in like a magnet. I had to make sure that my communication was effective and clear and be able to instill deep levels of trust in my audience. This was important to me because I was working with special needs children. My project’s purpose was to emphasize their autonomy, how their health and nutrition matter in a post-pandemic world, and the financial and bodily challenges that they face on a daily basis that may not be acknowledged by nutritional curriculum taught within public schools around the United States. I had to lead my community and bring awareness to this issue in a manner that was comprehensible, interactive, and informational for my audience when conducting my in-person and digital workshops. Having these skills and exercising them correctly was essential to my project's success and helped me execute my goals effectively. My confidence allowed me to develop strong interpersonal relationships with those who helped me and the students I was able to impact. My boldness allowed me to assert my beliefs on how I believed things should go forward. My charisma allowed me to lead with authenticity and develop a strong foundation. These skills have been vital to my development into the young woman I am today. These skills are necessary for one who wants to lead and accomplish big things.

For as long as I can remember, our family has been devoted to giving back to the community. I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include the UNCF Walk for Education, the Walk to End Alzheimer's Houston and the Women’s March of Houston. At the Women’s March, I protested against the abortion ban in Texas, led chants, and discussed the importance of intersectionality regarding the fight for reproductive rights in Texas. Other organizations that I have volunteered for include Third Ward Reads, where I read books to underprivileged children that may not have had the opportunity to access a library and Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, where I made boxes of food for families. During my high school journey, I have also been actively engaged in extracurricular activities. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year and served as President my senior year. I ran hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track team. I also participated in various clubs on campus, including Model United Nations, Girl Up and Youth and Government. Moreover, I am a member of the Principal’s Forum; my mentor chose me to represent the student body. I am an AP Language and Composition tutor for Ms. Spain. I was selected because of my high score on the AP Language and Composition test. Lastly, I attend Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church and volunteer in Sunday School. In addition, to my high school activities, I have been a Girl Scout since kindergarten, and I was awarded their highest honor, the Gold Award, in April 2023. The mission of Girl Scouts of America is to focus on building girls of courage, confidence, and character. In my 9 years of being a girl scout, I have become the young woman I am today because of this mission and because of the organization’s emphasis on activism and service. This aligns very well with Spelman College’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person,” as well as its emphasis on creating change agents. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and to continue my commitment to the community. I am an avid volunteer in my community and invest in my community emotionally, financially, and physically. I believe this makes Spelman the right place for my college career as it continues to mold me, feed my interests, and grow my passions. I plan to major in Political Science and Business on a pre-law track at Spelman this Fall. I am interested in practicing business law. I am also passionate about my community and analyzing the impact of certain laws on society. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means, or a voice is important. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. I want to create safe spaces with access to educational resources for women and children in the United States and abroad. Attending Spelman, being surrounded by like-minded women, and potentially graduating debt free, would simply be a blessing. This scholarship would be an investment in my plans to change this world for the better. Your investment in me would be realized through my efforts to give back to my community and the business community.

College has always felt so far away, but now that the day has come,I could not be more excited and ridden with anxiety. It was always seen as a stepping stone to freedom of expression and the opportunity to build identity capital independent of my parents. I worked hard to have the opportunity to attend my dream school. I desperately needed space I needed room to foster my wellness habits that others made fun of, but soon mimicked and grow as a person. I learned from a young age that the way you present yourself to others is everything. I sat comfortably, criss-cross below my mom’s vanity space watching intently as she got ready for my dad’s work events or the day ahead of her. My mom has lupus, so I admired the way she took care of herself, even when she was battling a flare or suffering from aches and pains. She was so gentle and intentional with every product and thorough with its application process. She always softly patted her face when she applied blush, every time she applied eyeliner, the line was so neat, and her lipstick always matched her complexion perfectly. I strived to emulate that in my day-to-day routine and not just in my beauty routine. Throughout school, I began to develop an extensive beauty and wellness routine. I found joy in experimenting with different beauty regimes or mocking different internet niches that were driven by consumerism. I was an athlete in high school so hygiene and taking care of my body became important to me quickly. Hot showers with steam that gently massaged my sore muscles and tired mind from the day and gua sha provided me more comfort than the busy weeks ahead of me. I always encouraged myself to make healthy decisions that would nourish my body inside and out. I knew that everything I put into my body translated into the effort that I was able to put into my sport, inside the classroom, and appearance. I opted to make healthy choices in the kitchen, choosing to nourish my body with plenty of veggies and protein. I practiced yoga before I went to bed to maintain joints that were intact and flexible, and even implemented daily walks in my routine after the season was over. The thought of attending college has made me excited for the opportunity to curate my schedule, utilize my own time, and become the woman I envision myself becoming.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include the UNCF Walk for Education, the Walk to End Alzheimer’s Houston and the Women’s March of Houston. At the Women’s March, I protested against the abortion ban in Texas, led chants, and discussed the importance of intersectionality regarding the fight for reproductive rights in the state of Texas. Other organizations that I have volunteered for include Third Ward Reads, where I read books to underprivileged children that may not have had the opportunity to access a library and Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, where I made boxes of food for families. Volunteering has given me an opportunity to learn about myself and my community. I have been a Girl Scout since kindergarten. I earned my Bronze Award Winter of 2017 and my Silver Award Fall of 2018. For my Silver Award, I fundraised to supply a nursing home with socks and blankets for the residents. Girl Scouts has fostered my appreciation for service. As part of Girl Scouts, I have met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. This year I am working on my Gold Award, which focuses on the importance of the consideration of special needs students in nutrition programs in public schools. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts adequately to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. On April 30, 2023, I was awarded the Girl Scout's highest honor, the Gold Award, for completing my project. This small project will have a tremendous impact on the way we perceive nutrition, the meals provided in schools, and how diversity is a pivotal part of any community. The meals in the school must be modified to accommodate everyone’s dietary needs; otherwise, it is not fair. As I mentioned earlier, many of them may have financial restraints due to excessive surgery, equipment such as wheelchairs, or may need to participate in speech therapy or special counseling, so they may need reduced-price lunches. Food is a necessity and people of lesser socioeconomic status should not be “punished” for not being able to afford it, especially if they have unique circumstances. The mission of Girl Scouts of America is to focus on building girls of courage, confidence, and character. In my 9 years of being a girl scout, I have become the young woman I am today because of this mission and because of the organization’s emphasis on activism and service. This aligns very well with Spelman College’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person,” as well as its emphasis on creating change agents. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and continue my commitment to the community. I plan to major in Political Science with a minor in business administration on a pre-law track at Spelman fall of 2023. I am interested in practicing business law. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. I want to create safe spaces with access to educational resources for women and children in the United States and abroad. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

For as long as I can remember, our family has been devoted to giving back to the community. I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include the UNCF Walk for Education, the Walk to End Alzheimer's Houston and the Women’s March of Houston. Other organizations that I have volunteered for include Third Ward Reads, where I read books to underprivileged children that may not have had the opportunity to access a library and Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, where I made boxes of food for families. Of these efforts, I am most passionate about reading. I believe an entrepreneurial endeavor that could have an immediate impact on my community would be starting a blog related to reading. As I stepped into my father’s office, I ogled at the innumerable books that towered above me and crept up the wall. The bright and muted colors from the book covers embellished the bland, white shelves and made my dad’s office seem brighter. As I approached his desk, I excitedly stated my idea, “I want to start a book blog.” My interest in reading blossomed once again during the pandemic, as I nursed the idea of a social media detox. The world around me was frantically trying to rectify my day-to-day reality with meaningless subliminal messages and hypothetical arguments, so I forced myself to seek comfort from the daily disturbances by finding solace in imaginary characters, romance novels, and theory. I brainstormed at my desk unable to find names that would leave a mark on one’s consciousness or pull an audience in. I wanted my audience to feel the love that I harbor for my blog and new endeavor. I immediately thought about my love for bookshelves, or lack thereof and the trance that they never failed to put me in. I wanted to be able to convey my passion for reading, the privilege to find liberation through literature unlike my ancestors, and the deep adoration I have for myself as an opinionated Black girl. As I finished formatting the website, curating a playlist I have deep adoration for, and linking my Amazon wish list loaded with books, I figured it out, the name of my blog was “The Bookshelf of an Opinionated Black Girl.” By running my own book blog, I provide reviews of a wide berth of literature, including insights on literature regarding the Black diaspora and Black romance, and “alluring spoilers for the impatient”. I want readers to be excited as I was to read about Assata Shakur’s struggles as she fled America, the fierce nature of Angela Davis, or how to reexamine the way one is taught to love from Bell Hooks. I believe my blog site exposes the community to a list of must-reads and in doing so contributes to the general welfare of our community. The blog is a platform for education and advocacy. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. My path will allow me to be an example to others and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the politics and policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

I laid my head down. I was so drained from all the pressure that was put on me. My ten-year-old mind was unable to process how lonely and sad I felt; my body began to reflect the brokenness of my spirit. I was not eating, I was vitamin deficient, and my hair began falling out. I went from being the social butterfly to being bullied, relentlessly. I began to hate coming to school. It took so much effort for me to even roll out of bed that I was exhausted before I left home. It felt as if I was fresh meat, waiting for the lion to eat me and spit me out mercilessly. I slipped into a depressive state. I was going through a period of loss and did not have a safe place or someone I could confide in. Every daily interaction I had with anyone often ended in an argument, spewing of nasty words, or simply silence. I had no healthy outlets to release my problems. Therefore, I kept them pent up and used the world as my punching bag. Soon, my parents caught on to everything that was going on. The noticeable change in my temper, my attitude about school, and my behavioral issues had come to light. They had numerous discussions with the teacher about the problems I was facing, and the teachers dismissed the issue and me. Of course, we were sent to the counselor's office to resolve the issue. However, this conversation did nothing but leave me heartbroken and feeling stupid. I just wanted real friends, and I finally found my “tribe”. I found a group of people who I could call my safety net. I began telling them everything. I told them about how I was feeling, my issues at home with my parents, and how I felt unworthy of being on earth. It may have saved my life. My friend's faces soon morphed into worried, yet scared looks. I did not think my presence was important. Why endure so much pain on a daily basis when I could just leave. The day continued on normally and I went home, but the news traveled faster than I did. I came home and heard my parents crying in their room I had never seen my dad tear up over anything unless it was a lost relative. My parents came out and asked me why I would even contemplate something like that. I was confused. I learned bullying is dangerous and if you lack a support system, it can even kill. I worked hard to get better. I worked through my trauma and let my guard down. In return, I received a foundation for personal strength, I received the joy of living and also developed a little toughness. It shaped me by teaching me that I needed to work on strengthening myself for me. I also learned that my family loves me and panicked at the thought of losing me. They said suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. This world needed me to be in it, and I should give the world a chance. During my high school journey, I have become fairly active. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year, which has earned me top spot as President for the 2022-2023 school year. I run hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team. I also participate in various clubs on campus and was recently nominated for Prom Queen. My name is Kennedy Camille Hoyt, and I overcame bullying.

Feminism is not exclusive to controlling our autonomy and equality in the workplace and excelling in “exclusive” spaces for men without discrimination. Still, it is unapologetically submerging yourself in the essence of womanhood and defying the expectations imprinted upon you by oppressive structures. Without recognizing the importance of intersectionality and inequities regarding race, religion, sex, ability, class, and sexuality, we cannot seek reform or justice. Angela Davis is someone who has affected my perception of feminism heavily. Her afro, resilience, and ability to inform in such a way leave me in awe every time I read her books or watch her old interviews. She has influenced me heavily because she opened my mind to the interconnectedness of Black women, the oppressive structures in place, and the importance of abolition. Davis’s ability to articulate the importance of these left me in awe because not only was I able to retain the information, but I also wanted to examine the oppressive structures I was participating in unknowingly. She pioneered the way for many women, like me, and had a hand in the shift from critiquing the systems that held women back or queer theory being solidified to women of color’s voices being suppressed in White feminism movements to us being at the forefront and highlighting our own issues. I plan to major in Political Science and minor in Business at Spelman College this fall. I am interested in the structure of justice system, the impact of policy and politics on my community. Influencing that process will have a huge impact on ensuring the equality for women. My passion for studying the structure of this country’s government stemmed from the events of Summer 2020, the shift in the composition of the supreme court, and the African American Studies course I took my junior year. The death of Breonna Taylor and overturning of Roe v. Wade were equally seismic. In my own community, I am helping other young girls of color like myself find their voice and not be afraid to speak up, especially in places of academia. My teacher has given me the opportunity to instruct my African American Studies class at my school for two years. I have taught about various topics, including the prison industrial complex and how we should seek to abolish this harmful complex, womanism and the importance of intersectionality, and how education for women of color is liberating. Not only has this helped them be more vocal in class, but I have also helped them feel more confident whilst participating in class discussions in a majority-male class. Moreover, through extensive volunteer work, I have been able to impact women in my community. One experience that heavily impacted me includes volunteering for the Houston Women’s March. I was able to advocate for reproductive rights after the overturning of Roe v. Wade (1973). I met with multiple women who were actively working with their community in multiple ways through art, being a politician, or even standing up for their autonomy. It was refreshing to work with women of all shades who all had different backgrounds and were just as passionate as I was about women, intersectionality, and improving their community. Not only this, but I have been in Girl Scouts since the age of five. With an emphasis on service, being a trailblazer, and community, I have been able to collaborate with not only my peers but girls of all ages. Women of all ages have continued to inspire me through this activity, and I hope to reflect Angela Davis’ strength in my daily walk.

I laid my head down. I was so drained from all the pressure that was put on me. My ten-year-old mind was unable to process how lonely and sad I felt; my body began to reflect the brokenness of my spirit. I was not eating, I was vitamin deficient, and my hair began falling out. I went from being the social butterfly to being bullied, relentlessly. I began to hate coming to school. It took so much effort for me to even roll out of bed that I was exhausted before I left home. It felt as if I was fresh meat, waiting for the lion to eat me and spit me out mercilessly. I slipped into a depressive state. I was going through a period of loss and did not have a safe place or someone I could confide in. Every daily interaction I had with anyone often ended in an argument, spewing of nasty words, or simply silence. I had no healthy outlets to release my problems. Therefore, I kept them pent up and used the world as my punching bag. Soon, my parents caught on to everything that was going on. The noticeable change in my temper, my attitude about school, and my behavioral issues had come to light. They had numerous discussions with the teacher about the problems I was facing, and the teachers dismissed the issue and me. Of course, we were sent to the counselor's office to resolve the issue. However, this conversation did nothing but leave me heartbroken and feeling stupid. I just wanted real friends, and I finally found my “tribe”. I found a group of people who I could call my safety net. I began telling them everything. I told them about how I was feeling, my issues at home with my parents, and how I felt unworthy of being on earth. It may have saved my life. My friend's faces soon morphed into worried, yet scared looks. I did not think my presence was important. Why endure so much pain on a daily basis when I could just leave. The day continued on normally and I went home, but the news traveled faster than I did. I came home and heard my parents crying in their room I had never seen my dad tear up over anything unless it was a lost relative. My parents came out and asked me why I would even contemplate something like that. I was confused. This conversation ended in a screaming match and me being enrolled in therapy. I learned bullying is dangerous and if you lack a support system, it can even kill. I worked hard to get better. I worked through my trauma and let my guard down. In return, I received a foundation for personal strength, I received the joy of living and also developed a little toughness. I learned that my family loves me and panicked at the thought of losing me. They said suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. This world needed me to be in it, and I should give the world a chance. During my high school journey, I have become fairly active. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year, which has earned me top spot as President for the 2022-2023 school year. I run hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team. I also participate in various clubs on campus and was recently nominated for Prom Queen. My name is Kennedy Camille Hoyt, and I overcame bullying.

I laid my head down. I was so drained from all the pressure that was put on me. My ten-year-old mind was unable to process how lonely and sad I felt; my body began to reflect the brokenness of my spirit. I was not eating, I was vitamin deficient, and my hair began falling out. I went from being the social butterfly to being bullied, relentlessly. I began to hate going to school. It took so much effort for me to even roll out of bed that I was exhausted before I left home. I dreaded the sound of my alarm clock, the extensive process of getting ready, and having to walk into the school. I slipped into a depressive state. I was going through a period of loss and did not have a safe place or someone I could confide in. Soon, my parents caught on to everything that was going on. The noticeable change in my temper, my attitude about school, and my behavioral issues had come to light. They had numerous discussions with the teacher about the problems I was facing, and the teachers dismissed the issue and me. Of course, we were sent to the counselor's office to resolve the issue. However, this conversation did nothing but leave me heartbroken and feeling stupid. I just wanted real friends, and I finally found my “tribe”. I found a group of people who I could call my safety net. I began telling them everything. I told them about how I was feeling, my issues at home with my parents, and how I felt unworthy of being on earth. It may have saved my life. My friend's faces soon morphed into worried, yet scared looks. I did not think my presence was important. Why endure so much pain on a daily basis when I could just leave. The day continued normally and I went home, but the news traveled faster than I did. I came home and heard my parents crying in their room I had never seen my dad tear up over anything unless it was a lost relative. My parents came out and asked me why I would even contemplate something like that. I was confused. This conversation ended in my being enrolled in therapy. I learned bullying is dangerous and if you lack a support system, it can even kill you. I worked hard to get better. I worked through my trauma and let my guard down. I journaled in solitude but invested time and love in my friends and family. In return, I received a foundation for personal strength, I received the joy of living and also developed a little toughness. I also learned that my family loves me and panicked at the thought of losing me. They said suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. This world needed me to be in it, and I should give the world a chance. During my high school journey, I regained my balance. I became the President of the African American Culture Club, ran hurdles for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team, and was even recently nominated for Prom Queen. This fall, I plan to major in Political Science and Business on a pre-law track at Spelman. I am interested in practicing business law. I am also passionate about my community and analyzing the impact of certain laws on society. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. My name is Kennedy Camille Hoyt, and I overcame bullying.

For as long as I can remember, our family has been devoted to giving back to the community. I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include the UNCF Walk for Education, the Walk to End Alzheimer's Houston and the Women’s March of Houston. At the Women’s March, I protested against the abortion ban in Texas, led chants, and discussed the importance of intersectionality regarding the fight for reproductive rights in the state of Texas. Other organizations that I have volunteered for include Third Ward Reads, where I read books to underprivileged children that may not have had the opportunity to access a library and Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, where I made boxes of food for families. During my high school journey, I have also been fairly active in school activities. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year and served as President this year. I run hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team, and participate in several other clubs including Model United Nations, Girl Up and Youth and Government. Moreover, I was selected as a member of the Principal’s Forum. I am an AP Language and Composition tutor for Ms. Spain, as a result of my scores on the AP Language and Composition exam. Lastly, I attend Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church and volunteer in the combined second and third-grade class for Sunday School. In addition, to my high school activities, I have been a Girl Scout since kindergarten. The mission of Girl Scouts of America is to focus on building girls of courage, confidence, and character. In my 9 years of being a girl scout, I have become the young woman I am today because of this mission and because of the organization’s emphasis on activism and service. This aligns very well with Spelman College’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person,” as well as its emphasis on creating change agents. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and continue my commitment to the community. I am an avid volunteer in my community and invest in my community emotionally, financially, and physically. I believe this makes Spelman the right place for my college career as it continues to mold me, feed my interests, and grow my passions. I plan to major in Political Science and Business on a pre-law track at Spelman this Fall. I am interested in practicing business law. I am also passionate about my community and analyzing the impact of certain laws on society. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means, or a voice is important. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. I want to create safe spaces with access to educational resources for women and children in the United States and abroad. Attending Spelman, being surrounded by like-minded women, and potentially graduating debt free, would simply be a blessing. This scholarship would be an investment in my plans to change this world for the better. Your investment in me would be realized through my efforts to give back to my community and the business community.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include the UNCF, the Walk to End Alzheimer's Houston and the Women’s March of Houston. At the Women’s March, I protested the abortion ban in Texas, led chants, and discussed the importance of intersectionality regarding the fight for reproductive rights in the state of Texas. Other organizations that I have volunteered for include Third Ward Reads, where I read books to underprivileged children with little or no access to a library and Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, where I made boxes of food for families. During my high school journey, I have also been active in school activities. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year and served as the President this year. I run hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team. I also participate in various clubs on campus, including Model United Nations, Youth and Government and I was selected to the Principal’s Forum to represent the student body. I am also AP Language and Composition tutor for Ms. Spain, given my high score on the AP Language and Composition test. I also participate in Girl Scouts and attend Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church. Last, but not least I plan to major in Political Science and Business on a pre-law track at Spelman this Fall. I am the dream!

I laid my head down. I was so drained from all the pressure that was put on me. My ten-year-old mind was unable to process how lonely and sad I felt; my body began to reflect the brokenness of my spirit. I was not eating, I was vitamin deficient, and my hair began falling out. I went from being the social butterfly to being bullied, relentlessly. She picked apart my body, my clothes, and my weight, even though I am fairly thin, and even mocked my voice and how I talked. I began to hate coming to school. I dreaded the sound of my alarm clock, the extensive process of getting ready, and having to walk into the school. It felt as if I was fresh meat, waiting for the lion to eat me and spit me out mercilessly. I slipped into a depressive state. Every daily interaction I had with anyone often ended in an argument, spewing of nasty words, or simply silence. I had no healthy outlets to release my problems. Soon, my parents caught on to everything that was going on. The noticeable change in my temper, my attitude about school, and my behavioral issues had come to light. They had numerous discussions with the teacher about the problems I was facing, and the teachers dismissed the issue and me. Of course, we were sent to the counselor's office to resolve the issue. However, this conversation did nothing but leave me heartbroken and feeling stupid. I just wanted real friends, and I finally found my “tribe”. I found a group of people who I could call my safety net. I began telling them everything. I told them about how I was feeling, my issues at home with my parents, and how I felt unworthy of being on earth. It may have saved my life. My friend's faces soon morphed into worried, yet scared looks. I did not think my presence was important. Why endure so much pain daily when I could just leave. The day continued normally and I went home, but the news traveled faster than I did. I came home and heard my parents crying in their room I had never seen my dad tear up over anything unless it was a lost relative. My parents came out and asked me why I would even contemplate something like that. I was confused. This conversation ended in a screaming match and my being enrolled in therapy. I learned bullying is dangerous and if you lack a support system, it can even kill you. I worked hard to get better. I worked through my trauma and let my guard down. I journaled in solitude but invested time and love in my friends and family. In return, I received a foundation for personal strength, I received the joy of living and also developed a little toughness. I also learned that my family loves me and panicked at the thought of losing me. They said suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. This world needed me to be in it, and I should give the world a chance. During my high school journey, I have become fairly active. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year, which has earned me the top spot as President for the 2022-2023 school year. I run hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team. I also participate in various clubs on campus and was recently nominated for Prom Queen. My name is Kennedy Camille Hoyt, and I overcame bullying.

I laid my head down. I was so drained from all the pressure that was put on me. My ten-year-old mind was unable to process how lonely and sad I felt; my body began to reflect the brokenness of my spirit. I was not eating, I was vitamin deficient, and my hair began falling out. I went from being the social butterfly to being bullied, relentlessly. She picked apart my body, my clothes, and my weight, even though I am fairly thin, and even mocked my voice and how I talked. I began to hate coming to school. I dreaded the sound of my alarm clock, the extensive process of getting ready, and having to walk into the school. It felt as if I was fresh meat, waiting for the lion to eat me and spit me out mercilessly. I slipped into a depressive state. Every daily interaction I had with anyone often ended in an argument, spewing of nasty words, or simply silence. I had no healthy outlets to release my problems. Therefore, I kept them pent up and used the world as my punching bag. Soon, my parents caught on to everything that was going on. They had numerous discussions with the teacher about the problems I was facing, and the teachers dismissed the issue and me. Of course, we were sent to the counselor's office to resolve the issue. However, this conversation did nothing but leave me heartbroken and feeling stupid. I just wanted real friends, and I finally found my “tribe”. I found a group of people who I could call my safety net. I began telling them everything. I told them about how I was feeling, my issues at home with my parents, and how I felt unworthy of being on earth. It may have saved my life. My friend's faces soon morphed into worried, yet scared looks. I did not think my presence was important. Why endure so much pain daily when I could just leave. The day continued normally and I went home, but the news traveled faster than I did. I came home and heard my parents crying in their room I had never seen my dad tear up over anything unless it was a lost relative. My parents came out and asked me why I would even contemplate something like that. I was confused. This conversation ended in a screaming match and my being enrolled in therapy. I learned bullying is dangerous and if you lack a support system, it can even kill you. I worked hard to get better. I worked through my trauma and let my guard down. I journaled in solitude but invested time and love in my friends and family. I learned to share my thoughts and feelings. In return, I received a foundation for personal strength, I received the joy of living and also developed a little toughness. I learned that my family loves me and panicked at the thought of losing me. They said suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. This world needed me to be in it, and I should give the world a chance. During my high school journey, I have become fairly active. I have been a member of African American Culture Club since my freshman year, which has earned me the top spot as President for the 2022-2023 school year. I run hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team. I also participate in various clubs on campus and was recently nominated for Prom Queen. My name is Kennedy Camille Hoyt, and I overcame bullying.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include Walk to End Alzheimers Houston, Third Ward Reads, Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, and the UNCF. These organizations gave me an opportunity to learn more about myself and my community. I met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With small delicate hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids touched me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs students. These programs rarely considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and in some cases inaccessibility of certain foods due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to non-disabled children as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. I plan to major in Political Science and Business Administration on a pre-law track at Spelman College fall of 2023. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

I laid my head down. I was so drained from all the pressure that was put on me. My ten-year-old mind was unable to process how lonely and sad I felt; my body began to reflect the brokenness of my spirit. I was not eating, I was vitamin deficient, and my hair began falling out. I went from being the social butterfly to being bullied, relentlessly. She picked apart my body, my clothes, and my weight, even though I am fairly thin, and even mocked my voice. I began to hate going to school. It took so much effort for me to even roll out of bed that I was exhausted before I left home for school. I felt as if I was fresh meat, waiting for the lion to eat me and spit me out mercilessly. I slipped into a depressive state. Soon, my parents caught on to everything that was going on. The noticeable change in my temper, my attitude about school, and my behavioral issues had come to light. They had numerous discussions with the teacher about the problems I was facing, and the teachers dismissed the issue and me. Of course, we were sent to the counselor's office to resolve the issue. However, this conversation did nothing but leave me heartbroken and feeling stupid. I just wanted real friends, and I finally found my “tribe”. I found a group of people who I could call my safety net. I began telling them everything. I told them about how I was feeling, my issues at home with my parents, and how I felt unworthy of being on earth. It may have saved my life. The day continued on normally and I went home, but the news traveled faster than I did. I came home and heard my parents crying in their room I had never seen my dad tear up over anything unless it was a lost relative. My parents came out and asked me why I would even contemplate something like that. I was confused. I learned bullying is dangerous and if you lack a support system, it can even kill. I worked hard to get better. I journaled in solitude but invested time and love in my friends and family. In return, I received a foundation for personal strength, I received the joy of living and also developed a little toughness. I also learned that my family loves me and panicked at the thought of losing me. They said suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. This world needed me to be in it, and I should give the world a chance. During my high school journey, I have become fairly active. I run hurdles, 100m and 300m, for the Glenda Dawson Varsity Track Team. I also participate in various clubs on campus and was recently nominated for Prom Queen. My name is Kennedy Camille Hoyt, and I overcame bullying.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include Walk to End Alzheimers Houston, Third Ward Reads, Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, and the UNCF. These organizations allowed me to learn more about myself and my community. I met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With small delicate hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids touched me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs students. These programs rarely considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and in some cases inaccessibility of certain foods due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to non-disabled children as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. I plan to major in Political Science and Business Administration on a pre-law track at Spelman College fall of 2023. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include Walk to End Alzheimers Houston, Third Ward Reads, Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, and the UNCF. These organizations allowed me to learn more about myself and my community. I met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With small delicate hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids touched me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs students. These programs rarely considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and in some cases inaccessibility of certain foods due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to non-disabled children as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. I plan to major in Political Science and Business Administration on a pre-law track at Spelman College fall of 2023. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include Walk to End Alzheimers Houston, Third Ward Reads, Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, and the UNCF. These organizations allowed me to learn more about myself and my community. I met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With small delicate hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids touched me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs students. These programs rarely considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and in some cases inaccessibility of certain foods due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to non-disabled children as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. I plan to major in Political Science and Business Administration on a pre-law track at Spelman College fall of 2023. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, warm hands with love. From a young age, I knew my name held power, and it was instilled in me that my worth could not be assigned externally. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to Black women, like myself, accomplishing their dreams. I plan to major in Political Science and Business at Spelman College this fall. I am interested in the structure of the justice system and the impact of policy and politics on my community. My passion for studying the structure of this country’s government stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took in my junior year. My father and aunt were classmates of George Floyd, so the shockwaves from his death were seismic. The seed for my passion took root in a dimly lit classroom, as tears streamed down my face. During my African American Studies class, we watched the documentary “13th” by Ava Duvernay. As the screen showed Khalif Browder’s solemn face, I broke down. I became passionate about exploring politics and policy, and their impact on my community. CNN broadcasters were no longer a nuisance, but rather a source of information. Barnes and Noble’s bookshelves brimming with knowledge and biographies of historical figures became my haven. I looked forward to reading about Assata Shakur’s struggles as she fled America, the fierce nature of Angela Davis, and the anthropological adventures of Zora Neale Hurston. I had become so passionate about Black history, and the justice system, that I went from participating in class discussions to teaching my African American Studies course, with the permission of the instructor. Moreover, I grew up with a grandfather who serves as a Senior United States District Judge. As a result, I learned to respect the justice system, the judicial process, and the courthouse. A place I played as a child and observed as a youth will become my workplace this summer as I become an intern, taking one more step forward as I walk in my purpose. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. I am interested in practicing business law. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. Combining my love for education and business, I also plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, that focuses on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces. Education, especially as a Black woman in America, has been liberating and an important part of my life. I want every person that comes through my foundation to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities such as creative writing classes, career assistance, or mental health resources. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, but wrinkled hands. From a young age, it was instilled in me that I know my worth. I knew I needed a special college that would provide a platform that would embrace my strengths and enhance any weaknesses. Spelman College has always been my response when asked where I wanted to attend college. My closest relatives have all attended Historically Black Colleges and Universities, including my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, and my sister who will be graduating from Spelman next year. Beyond a rich family tradition at HBCUs, there were several sparks that made Spelman the perfect place for me. The first spark that ignited my love for Spelman, is the knowledge that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers to women, like myself, accomplishing their dreams. I plan to major in Political Science and Business at Spelman this fall. I am interested in the justice system and the impact of policy and politics on my community. My passion stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took during my junior year. The seed for my passion took root as I sat in the dimly lit classroom, salty tears streamed down my face. During my junior year, in my African American Studies class, we watched the documentary “13th” by Ava Duvernay. The documentary awaited a slow death on my Netflix to-be-watched list. As the screen showed Khalif Browder’s solemn face, I broke down. I had grown weary from hearing about young Black people who succumbed to unwarranted punishment because of a lack of resources or because of another’s indifference. Another spark was the recognition of preparedness that I had achieved over time through my experiences with the Girl Scouts of America. I recognized that the Girl Scouts’ mission is building girls of courage, confidence, and character. My scouting journeys shaped me into the young woman I am today. The Girl Scouts' mission and the organization’s emphasis on activism and service align well with Spelman’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person”. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and continue my commitment to the community. Lastly, my thirst for knowledge has been my north star. I grew up with a grandfather who serves as a Senior United States District Judge. As a result, I learned to respect the justice system, the judicial process, and the courthouse. A place I played as a child and observed as a youth will become my workplace this summer as I become an intern, taking one more step forward as I walk in my purpose. I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, because she always impressed upon me the importance of reading and romanticizing the places that books can take you. My foundation would focus on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces. I want everyone that comes through my program to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities that they may not have had, specifically in inner-city schools, such as creative classes, career help, and workshops or mental health resources. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, and receiving this scholarship would simply be a blessing. I plan to make changes in this world and having the opportunity to avoid any financial burdens would be a privilege.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, but wrinkled hands. From a young age, it was instilled in me that I know my worth. I knew I needed a special college that would provide a platform that would embrace my strengths and enhance any weaknesses. Spelman College has always been my response when asked where I wanted to attend college. My closest relatives have all attended Historically Black Colleges and Universities, including my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, and my sister who will be graduating from Spelman next year. Beyond a rich family tradition at HBCUs, there were several sparks that made Spelman the perfect place for me. The first spark that ignited my love for Spelman, is the knowledge that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers to women, like myself, accomplishing their dreams. I plan to major in Political Science and Business at Spelman this fall. I am interested in the justice system and the impact of policy and politics on my community. My passion stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took during my junior year. The seed for my passion took root as I sat in the dimly lit classroom, salty tears streamed down my face. During my junior year, in my African American Studies class, we watched the documentary “13th” by Ava Duvernay. The documentary awaited a slow death on my Netflix to-be-watched list. As the screen showed Khalif Browder’s solemn face, I broke down. I had grown weary from hearing about young Black people who succumbed to unwarranted punishment because of a lack of resources or because of another’s indifference. Another spark was the recognition of preparedness that I had achieved over time through my experiences with the Girl Scouts of America. I recognized that the Girl Scouts’ mission is building girls of courage, confidence, and character. My scouting journeys shaped me into the young woman I am today. The Girl Scouts' mission and the organization’s emphasis on activism and service align well with Spelman’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person”. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and continue my commitment to the community. Lastly, my thirst for knowledge has been my north star. I grew up with a grandfather who serves as a Senior United States District Judge. As a result, I learned to respect the justice system, the judicial process, and the courthouse. A place I played as a child and observed as a youth will become my workplace this summer as I become an intern, taking one more step forward as I walk in my purpose. I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, because she always impressed upon me the importance of reading and romanticizing the places that books can take you. My foundation would focus on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces. I want everyone that comes through my program to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities that they may not have had, specifically in inner-city schools, such as creative classes, career help, and workshops or mental health resources. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, and recieving this scholarship would simply be a blessing. I plan to make changes in this world and having the opportunity to avoid any financial burdens would be a privilege.

I trudged through the hallways, struggling to navigate the school. It was my first full year back on campus after the pandemic and I was catapulted into my most academically demanding year: Junior Year. As I walked into my first period, I examined the Egyptian tapestries, photos of great civil rights leaders, and a creole flag that hung from the wall. Soon the bell rang and a man with locs and wide eyes entered the room. He clapped his hands and greeted us with a good morning. Little did I know, that greeting was the beginning of him having a lasting impact on the rest of my life. He briskly introduced us to an overview of the course materials, what we should anticipate, and what we should be ready for regarding our first assignment and the film that we will watch in class. Surprisingly, he asked us what we intended to gain from this course and what era we were the most excited for. Of course, the most common answers were either the “Trump Era” or the civil rights era; however, the era that included the Black Panthers, Huey P. Newton, and Stokely Carmichael intrigued me the most. I had spent the summer reading numerous theory books, that ranged from Angela Davis’s examination of our patriarchal society, Assata Shakur’s great escape to Cuba, and the horrors of Eldridge Cleaver. I responded to his question and felt excited about what the next few weeks would hold. He was one of my first Black history teachers to teach me from an unbiased, Black perspective that prompted open discussion and strengthened my debate skills and helped me make some connections that have become some of my best friends today. His classroom became a place where I have not only had some of the most intriguing conversations but stepped outside of my comfort zone by tackling my fear of public speaking and became a place where I have made lasting memories throughout my senior year. He prompted me to read and continue to delve into theory, which caused me to eventually become well-versed in multiple topics that he had not covered in class including womanism, intersectionality, and respectability politics in the civil rights movement. He finally granted me permission to teach the class. As we progressed throughout the year, he taught me the importance of detachment and focus as my teacher and coach. I have run track for all four years of high school. He pushed me and showed me that I am capable of more than I think I am. I was able to test my ability numerous times, constantly breaking the glass ceiling that I thought was completely shatterproof. He helped instill the fact that if I put my mind towards something, anything is possible, and that I am capable of so much more than I even know. Thank you Coach Ledeaux!

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring my intention into this new endeavor. This small project will have a tremendous impact on the way we perceive nutrition, the meals provided in schools, and how diversity is a pivotal part of any community. The meals in the school must be modified to accommodate everyone’s dietary needs; otherwise, it is not fair. As I mentioned earlier, many of them may have financial restraints due to excessive surgery, equipment such as wheelchairs, or may need to participate in speech therapy or special counseling, so they may need reduced-price lunches. Food is a necessity and people of lesser socioeconomic status should not be “punished” for not being able to afford it, especially if they have unique circumstances. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and America as a whole.

The book I believe everyone should read is called “Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry” by Joya Goffney. The book explores the story of a list maker who, after losing her journal and being blackmailed, must complete a list of all her worst fears. The book exposed her perspectives on detachment and taking risks. Throughout the book, she was calculated and exhibited perfectionist traits, like me, and it made me feel less alone. I loved seeing her grow as a character; as she focused on talking less and just doing it, whatever it was. Her quality of life seemed to improve dramatically; she opened herself up to various new connections and had more memorable experiences. This book will make you not only “ugly cry”, but it will also make you laugh. Seeing how her connection was preserved throughout all of the turmoil inspired me to represent love and hopefully allow myself to be open to having it one day. It has opened my eyes to how important connections are in my life. The world would not be able to go around without friendships and family. In the book, you could see how much being able to have friends, especially those who looked like her, made her world open up. This book also explores whiteness and how being in proximity to white people did not absolve her of her blackness. This was something that resonated heavily with me, especially growing up in primarily white institutions for the majority of my adolescence. She had various experiences where she was forced to comply and not go against the grain, due to her fear of losing her friends, and rejecting the boundaries she had established. The main character was able to see firsthand how her reluctance to foster connections with people who did not “fit her aesthetic”, may result in missing out on persons that could have been influential in her life. This book left a mark on my spirit. It made me look forward to the connections I will make in the future and how one person can change my life and my perspective on things life offers. This book did not add fluff and fabricate the experience of a Black girl living in a white world, she simply and accurately portrayed my experience. This book should be read by teenagers, specifically Black girls, that need to know they are not alone.

As I wrapped myself in a blanket and threw myself on the couch, I grabbed the remote and began scrolling. This particular weekend, my grandfather was on my mind heavily. When he passed, I was at the ripe age of twelve and was unable to process that he had passed on entirely. Of course, I sobbed as I listened to John Coltrane, his favorite jazz artist, playing softly in the background and took on household chores as my Mom grieved the absence of her father. However, at 15, I finally began to process it fully. I began to understand there would be no more phone calls on Sundays at 5pm sharp, odd nicknames like “Pickle Lady,” and the chocolate-covered almonds from his callused, wrinkly hands that he had retrieved from the airport in desperate need of sugar. Grief was foreign to me as I had only seen it in the media and behind my parent’s closed doors as they grieved older people who impacted them and passed unexpectedly. My scrolling came to an end. I finally encountered a movie with the title “Waves.” The cover was encompassed in hues of blue and featured two teenagers staring intently at one another. As someone who loves romance movies, I was automatically intrigued. I clicked the button to play the film. It opened with an upbeat song, and as the movie resumed, my love for the film and how much the second half resonated with me became permanent. The film explored multiple aspects that resonated deeply with my identity, such as the Baptist church's role in my family as a Black person, grief, and being alone with various people around me. The soundtrack was soothing and evoked so many emotions I had not felt in a while and could not process. This movie made me feel seen. As a Black girl, who often found herself in predominantly white spaces, she has had to become comfortable with being alone and independent for an extended period. One of the main characters, Emily, was alone during the movie but explores the deep feelings that came with being a teenager in love, helping her boyfriend mourn his father as he had succumbed to cancer, and battle the grief that came with losing her brother and weeping the presence of her emotionally absent parents. The movie perfectly captures what “waves of grief” feel like; they hit when you least expect it. Moreover, it beautifully defined how she felt through music and cinematic shots embedded in my mind. I had finally found a comfort movie that no longer only encapsulated love and tragedy through the lens of a grown-up. I found a Black film that was able to portray my own family and our issues accurately without stereotyping us but summed up our culture. From the early mornings fighting sleep in church, I looked forward to the shenanigans at brunch after church and the music we share in my house. This movie reminded me that my grief is not only love with nowhere to go but will always ebb and flow.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include Walk to End Alzheimers Houston, Third Ward Reads, Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, and the UNCF. These organizations gave me an opportunity to learn more about myself and my community. I met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With small delicate hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids touched me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs students. These programs rarely considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and in some cases inaccessibility of certain foods due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to non-disabled children as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. I plan to major in Political Science and Business Administration on a pre-law track at Spelman College fall of 2023. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

As I ran into my grandparent’s dining room, I took inventory of all the delicious desserts on the giant wood table. I grunted as I stood on my tippy toes, gripping the table senselessly. My wide eyes zeroed in on a chocolate cake. The dark fudge cake towering with ganache smothered loosely between the layers, the ridges of icing, and the aroma that wafted from the cake plate distracted me from my grandpa, who stood over me. “No chocolate cake until after dinner Pickle Lady,” he exclaimed. As I stared at him through watery six-year-old eyes, I became frustrated and sank into the ground, crisscross applesauce. Chocolate cake was a prize, catalyst of change, and conversation starter. Thus far, conversations held while eating this simple treat reminded me that I am growing into a strong, multi-layered Black woman. My grandma shared many family recipes with me, reminding me that my body was a vessel that was meant to be nourished and the importance of carrying on our family traditions. From a young age, I knew my presence held power, and it was instilled in me that I needed to understand my worth. Chocolate cake was a treat that called me back to the various kitchens I had been served in but reminded me that I had never made it on my own. It was easy to watch others make their own recipes, which were all slightly different. One day, my grandma called me into the kitchen. As we discussed the menu for Thanksgiving, she asked me to make a chocolate cake. I was nervous. I gathered the ingredients and cracked the eggs, gently sifted the flour and sugar, and folded the batter. My aunt helped empty the batter into the pans, and I waited patiently. The rich chocolate aroma spilled from the oven. After it cooled, we iced it sloppily, allowing the ganache to spill over. I sliced it, ate the small piece, and savored the bite. That simple bite made me realize that six-year-old me wanting dessert before dinner, eight-year-old me crying over broken crayons, the 17-year-old me excited about the book blog I created, and 18-year-old me dancing with glee as I read my college acceptance letter were all versions of me. Like chocolate cake, I am complex, made from wholesome ingredients, and imperfect. Every version of me matters, even the messy ones.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, wrinkly hands with love. My parents held me with waterlogged eyes and steady hands, kissing my feet, hoping I could withstand the obstacles and confidently walk down the path they continue to lay bricks for. From a young age, it was instilled in me that I knew my worth. I knew I needed a special college that would provide a platform that would embrace my strengths and enhance any weaknesses. My closest relatives have all attended Historically Black Colleges and Universities, including my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, and my sister who will be graduating from Spelman next year. Spelman College has always been my response when asked where I wanted to attend college. I have been a Girl Scout since kindergarten. The mission of Girl Scouts of America is to focus on building girls of courage, confidence, and character. In my 9 years of being a girl scout, I have become the young woman I am today because of this mission and because of the organization’s emphasis on activism and service. This aligns very well with Spelman’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person,” as well as its emphasis on creating change agents. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and to continue my commitment to the community. My almond-shaped, dark brown eyes possess a fire, my afro stands upon a noggin filled with endless thoughts and knowledge, and my heart burns with bright embers with the desire to be great. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to Black women, like me, accomplishing their dreams. I would be able to attend an institution that will provide opportunities for me to express myself creatively. I plan to major in Political Science and Business Administration on a pre-law track at Spelman fall of 2023. I am interested in practicing business law. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole. Combining my love for education and business, I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, because she always impressed upon me the importance of reading and romanticizing the places that books can take you. My foundation would focus on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces. I want every person who comes through my program to be presented with opportunities that they may not have had, specifically in inner-city schools, such as creative classes, career help, and mental health resources. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, and potentially graduating debt free, would simply be a blessing. I plan to make changes in this world and having a degree from Spelman would be a gift that would allow me to give back.

I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include Walk to End Alzheimers Houston, Third Ward Reads, Kids Meal, Inc. of Houston, and the UNCF. These organizations gave me an opportunity to learn more about myself and my community. I met various people from all walks of life, sparking the idea for my latest project. Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With small delicate hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids touched me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs students. These programs rarely considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and in some cases inaccessibility of certain foods due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to non-disabled children as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. I plan to major in Political Science with a minor in business administration on a pre-law track at Spelman College fall of 2023. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. I hope to intertwine my passion for education, business, and literature by starting a foundation in honor of my mom. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, wrinkly hands with love. My parents held me with waterlogged eyes and steady hands, kissing my feet, hoping I could withstand the obstacles and confidently walk down the path they continue to lay bricks for. From a young age, it was instilled in me that I knew my worth. I knew I needed a special college that would provide a platform that would embrace my strengths and enhance any weaknesses. My closest relatives have all attended Historically Black Colleges and Universities, including my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, and my sister who will be graduating from Spelman next year. Spelman College has always been my response when asked where I wanted to attend college. I have been a Girl Scout since kindergarten. The mission of Girl Scouts of America is to focus on building girls of courage, confidence, and character. In my 9 years of being a girl scout, I have become the young woman I am today because of this mission and because of the organization’s emphasis on activism and service. This aligns very well with Spelman’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person,” as well as its emphasis on creating change agents. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and to continue my commitment to the community. My almond-shaped, dark brown eyes possess a fire, my afro stands upon a noggin filled with endless thoughts and knowledge, and my heart burns with bright embers with the desire to be great. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to Black women, like me, accomplishing their dreams. I would be able to attend an institution that will provide opportunities for me to express myself creatively. I plan to major in Political Science with a minor in business administration on a pre-law track at Spelman fall of 2023. I am interested in practicing business law. I am passionate about my community, exploring the legality of multiple issues and analyzing the law. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my JD. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within my community and across America as a whole. Combining my love for education and business, I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, because she always impressed upon me the importance of reading and romanticizing the places that books can take you. My foundation would focus on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces. I want every person who comes through my program to be presented with opportunities that they may not have had, specifically in inner-city schools, such as creative classes, career help, and mental health resources. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, and potentially graduating debt free, would simply be a blessing. I plan to make changes in this world and having a degree from Spelman would be a gift that would allow me to give back.

Feminism is not exclusive to controlling our autonomy and equality in the workplace and excelling in “exclusive” spaces for men without discrimination. Still, it is unapologetically submerging yourself in the essence of womanhood and defying the expectations imprinted upon you by oppressive structures. Without recognizing the importance of intersectionality and inequities regarding race, religion, sex, ability, class, and sexuality, we cannot seek reform or justice. Angela Davis is someone who has affected my perception of equality, courage, and feminism. Her afro, resilience, and ability to teach leave me in awe every time I read her books or watch her old interviews. She has influenced me heavily because she opened my mind to the interconnectedness of Black women, the oppressive structures in place, and the importance of abolition. Davis’s ability to articulate the importance of these was impressive. I was able to retain the information and was able to examine the oppressive structures I was participating in unknowingly. She pioneered the way for many women, like me, and had a hand in the shift from critiquing the systems that held women back to women of color’s voices being suppressed in White feminism movements to us being at the forefront and highlighting our own issues. I plan to major in Political Science and minor in Business at Spelman College this fall. I am interested in the structure of justice system, the impact of policy and politics on my community, and I want to positively influence the number of BIPOC that chose become candidates for public office. In my own community, I am helping other young girls of color like myself find their voice and not be afraid to speak up, especially in places of academia. My teacher has given me the opportunity to instruct my African American Studies class at my school for two years. I have taught about various topics, including the prison industrial complex and how we should seek to abolish this harmful complex, womanism and the importance of intersectionality, and how education for women of color is liberating. Not only has this helped them be more vocal in class, but I have also helped them feel more confident whilst participating in class discussions in a majority-male class. Moreover, through extensive volunteer work, I have been able to impact women in my community. One experience that heavily impacted me includes volunteering for the Houston Women’s March. I was able to advocate for reproductive rights after the overturning of Roe v. Wade (1973). I met with multiple women who were actively working with their community through art, through politics, or any given number of professions. It was refreshing to work with women of all shades who all had different backgrounds and were just as passionate as I was about women, intersectionality, and improving their community. Not only this, but I have been in Girl Scouts since the age of five. With an emphasis on service, being a trailblazer, and community, I have been able to collaborate with not only my peers but girls of all ages. Women of all ages have continued to inspire me through this activity. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. I hope to inspire and motivate people to examine the status quo. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, as well as opportunities to express myself creatively serves as the perfect springboard to drive change in the future.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, warm hands with love. From a young age, I knew my name held power, and it was instilled in me that my worth could not be assigned externally. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to Black women, like myself, accomplishing their dreams. I plan to major in Political Science and minor in Business at Spelman College this fall. I am interested in the structure of the justice system, the impact of policy and politics on my community, and I want to positively influence the number of minorities, such as BIPOC women and men that chose to become candidates for public office. My passion for studying the structure of this country’s government stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took in my junior year. My father and aunt were classmates of George Floyd, so the shockwaves from his death were seismic. The seed for my passion took root in a dimly lit classroom, as tears streamed down my face. During my African American Studies class, we watched the documentary “13th” by Ava Duvernay. As the screen showed Khalif Browder’s solemn face, I broke down. I became passionate about exploring politics and policy, and their impact on my community. CNN broadcasters were no longer a nuisance, but rather a source of information. Barnes and Noble’s bookshelves brimming with knowledge and biographies of historical figures became my haven. I looked forward to reading about Assata Shakur’s struggles as she fled America, the fierce nature of Angela Davis, and the anthropological adventures of Zora Neale Hurston.” I had become so passionate about Black history, in relation to the justice system, that I went from participating in class discussions to teaching my African American Studies course, with the permission of the instructor. Moreover, I grew up with a grandfather who serves as a Senior United States District Judge. As a result, I learned to respect the justice system, the judicial process, and the courthouse. His courtroom featured the soft, blue carpet sprinkled with symbols - stars, bald eagles, the giant gavel he held that carried another’s fate, and the oak and marble-trimmed stand that the defendant or witness could sit upon surrounded by a sea of lies or the truth and nothing but the truth. Combining my love for education and business, I plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, that focuses on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces. Education, especially as a Black woman in America, has been liberating and an important part of my life. I want every person that comes through my foundation to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities such as creative writing classes, career assistance, or mental health resources. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It will allow me to be an example and force people to think outside of the box. I hope to inspire and motivate people to examine the status quo. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, as well as opportunities to express myself creatively will serve as the perfect springboard to higher heights.

Feminism is not exclusive to controlling our autonomy and equality in the workplace and excelling in “exclusive” spaces for men without discrimination. Still, it is unapologetically submerging yourself in the essence of womanhood and defying the expectations imprinted upon you by oppressive structures. Without recognizing the importance of intersectionality and inequities regarding race, religion, sex, ability, class, and sexuality, we cannot seek reform or justice. Angel Davis is someone who has affected my perception of feminism heavily. Her afro, resilience, and ability to inform in such a way leave me in awe every time I read her books or watch her old interviews. She has influenced me heavily because she opened my mind to the interconnectedness of Black women, the oppressive structures in place, and the importance of abolition. Davis’s ability to articulate the importance of these left me in awe because not only was I able to retain the information, but I also wanted to examine the oppressive structures I was participating in unknowingly. She pioneered the way for many women, like me, and had a hand in the shift from critiquing the systems that held women back or queer theory being solidified to women of color’s voices being suppressed in White feminism movements to us being at the forefront and highlighting our own issues. In my own community, I am helping other young girls of color like myself find their voice and not be afraid to speak up, especially in places of academia. My teacher has given me the opportunity to instruct my African American Studies class at my school for two years. I have taught about various topics, including the prison industrial complex and how we should seek to abolish this harmful complex, womanism and the importance of intersectionality, and how education for women of color is liberating. Not only has this helped them be more vocal in class, but I have also helped them feel more confident whilst participating in class discussions in a majority-male class. Moreover, through extensive volunteer work, I have been able to impact women in my community. One experience that heavily impacted me includes volunteering for the Houston Women’s March. I was able to advocate for reproductive rights after the overturning of Roe v. Wade (1973). I met with multiple women who were actively working with their community in multiple ways through art, being a politician, or even standing up for their autonomy. It was refreshing to work with women of all shades who all had different backgrounds and were just as passionate as I was about women, intersectionality, and improving their community. Not only this, but I have been in Girl Scouts since the age of five. With an emphasis on service, being a trailblazer, and community, I have been able to collaborate with not only my peers but girls of all ages. Women of all ages have continued to inspire me through this activity. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It will allow me to be an example and force people to think outside of the box. I hope to inspire and motivate people to examine the status quo. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, as well as opportunities to express myself creatively serves as the perfect springboard to drive change in the future.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. My passion has always centered around working with women and children. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Besides having my own law firm, I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, because she always impressed upon me the importance of reading and romanticizing the places that books can take you. My foundation would focus on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces where women are protected and free from harm. I want every woman or girl who comes through my program to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities that they may not have had, specifically in inner-city schools, such as creative classes, career help, workshops or mental health resources. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, warm hands with love. From a young age, I knew my name held power, and it was instilled in me that my worth could not be assigned externally. Golden brown skin brimming with intellect intertwined with the past and the present; my family has an illustrious history. I grew up in a small suburb right outside of Houston called Pearland. It was a quaint bubble but could be described as a small town. The street I grew up on was lined with families. Every house and sidewalk was enveloped with love and memories I cherish as I took my first steps, learned to ride a bicycle, or spent late evenings picking flowers or learning bits of Mandarin from my friend Jason. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to Black women, like myself, from accomplishing their dreams. I plan to major in Political Science and minor in Business at Spelman College this fall. I am interested in the structure of the justice system, the impact of policy and politics on my community, and I want to positively influence the number of minorities that become candidates for public office. My passion for studying the structure of this country’s government stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took in my junior year. My father and aunt were classmates of George Floyd, so the shockwaves from his death were seismic. The seed for my passion took root as I sat in the dimly lit classroom, salty tears streamed down my face. During my junior year, in my African American Studies class, we watched the documentary “13th” by Ava Duvernay. As the screen showed Khalif Browder’s solemn face, I broke down. I felt driven by my disdain for injustice to make a change. I became inclined to explore politics, our governing bodies, and the impact on my community. CNN broadcasters were no longer a nuisance, but rather a source of information. Barnes and Noble's bookshelves brimming with knowledge and biographies of historical figures became my haven. I looked forward to reading about Assata Shakur’s struggles, the fierce nature that Angela Davis, or the adventures of Zora Neale Hurston. I had become so passionate about Black history, in relation to the justice system, that I went from participating in class discussions to teaching my African American Studies course, with the permission of the instructor. Moreover, I grew up with a grandfather who serves as a Senior United States District Judge. As a result, I learned to respect the justice system, the judicial process, and the courthouse. His courtroom featured the soft, blue carpet sprinkled with symbols - stars, bald eagles, the giant gavel he held that carried another’s fate, and the oak and marble-trimmed stand that the defendant or witness sat on surrounded by a sea of lies or the truth and nothing but the truth. Combining my love for community, policy and business, I plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, that focuses on providing educational opportunities, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces where women feel protected and free from harm. I want every woman or girl who comes through my foundation to walk out feeling enriched through creative classes, career assistance, or mental health resources.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, warm hands with love. From a young age, I knew my name held power, and it was instilled in me that my worth could not be assigned externally. I knew I needed a special college that would provide a platform that would embrace my strengths and enhance any weaknesses. Spelman College has always been my response when asked where I wanted to attend college. I plan to major in Political Science with a minor in business administration on a pre-law track at Spelman College fall of 2023. After receiving my undergraduate degree, I plan to enroll in law school at Columbia University and receive my Juris Doctorate. I am interested in practicing business law; however, I am also passionate about my community. I plan to identify, analyze, and influence the change of laws and policies that negatively impact my community. In addition, a passion that I have always maintained throughout my life is working with women and children. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Besides having my own law firm, I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, because she always impressed upon me the importance of reading and romanticizing the places that books can take you. My foundation would focus on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces. I want every woman or girl who comes through my program to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities that they may not have had, specifically in inner-city schools, such as creative classes, career help, workshops or mental health resources.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. This small project will have a tremendous impact on the way we perceive nutrition, the meals provided in schools, and how diversity is a pivotal part of any community. The meals in the school must be modified to accommodate everyone’s dietary needs; otherwise, it is not fair. As I mentioned earlier, many of them may have financial restraints due to excessive surgery, and equipment such as wheelchairs, or may need to participate in speech therapy or special counseling, so they may need reduced-price lunches. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and America as a whole.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring intention into this new endeavor. This small project will have a tremendous impact on the way we perceive nutrition, the meals provided in schools, and how diversity is a pivotal part of any community. The meals in the school must be modified to accommodate everyone’s dietary needs; otherwise, it is not fair. As I mentioned earlier, many of them may have financial restraints due to excessive surgery, and equipment such as wheelchairs, or may need to participate in speech therapy or special counseling, so they may need reduced-price lunches. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, warm hands with love. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to keep Black women, like myself, from accomplishing their dreams. I knew I needed a special college that would provide a platform that would embrace my strengths and enhance any weaknesses. I plan to major in Political Science and minor in Business at Spelman College this fall. I am interested in the structure of the justice system, the impact of policy and politics on my community, and how I can affect the quality and quantity of BIPOC candidates for public office. My passion stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took during my junior year. My father and aunt were classmates of George Floyd, so the shockwaves from his death were seismic. The seed for my passion took root as I sat in the dimly lit classroom, salty tears streamed down my face. During my African American Studies class, we watched the documentary “13th” by Ava Duvernay. The documentary awaited a slow death on my Netflix to-be-watched list. As the screen showed Khalif Browder’s solemn face, I broke down. I grew weary from hearing about young Black people who succumbed to unwarranted punishment due to a lack of resources or death by indifference. Driven by my desire for change, CNN broadcasters were no longer a nuisance, but rather a source of information. Barnes and Noble’s bookshelves brimming with knowledge and biographies of historical figures became my haven. I looked forward to reading about Assata Shakur’s struggles as she fled America, the fierce nature of Angela Davis, or the anthropological adventures of Zora Neale Hurston.” I was starving for knowledge, and the words that graced the pages became just as important as the vitamins I took every morning. I had become so passionate about Black history in relation to the justice system that I went from participating in class discussions to teaching my African American Studies course, with the permission of the instructor, four times and counting. Moreover, I grew up with a grandfather who serves as a Senior United States District Judge. As a result, I learned to respect the justice system, the judicial process, and the courthouse. His courtroom featured the soft, blue carpet sprinkled with symbols- stars, bald eagles, the giant gavel he held that carried another’s fate, and the oak and marble-trimmed stand that the defendant or witness could sit upon surrounded by a sea of lies or the truth and nothing but the truth. In addition, a passion that I have always maintained throughout my life is working with women and children. I believe that women are the ushers, the concierge, and the play writes of every “play” that we call life. Besides having my own law firm, I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, because she always impressed upon me the importance of reading and romanticizing the places that books can take you. My foundation would focus on the importance of providing an education, specifically, access to literature, libraries, and workspaces where women are protected and free from harm. I want every woman or girl who comes through my program to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities that they may not have had, specifically in inner-city schools, such as creative classes, career help, workshops or mental health resources.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, but wrinkled hands. From a young age, it was instilled in me that I know my worth. I knew I needed a special college that would provide a platform that would embrace my strengths and enhance any weaknesses. Spelman College has always been my response when asked where I wanted to attend college. Beyond a rich family tradition at HBCUs, several sparks made Spelman the perfect place for me. The first spark that ignited my love for Spelman, is the knowledge that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers to women, like myself, accomplishing their dreams. I plan to major in Political Science and minor in Business at Spelman this fall. I am interested in the justice system, and the impact of policy and politics on my community. My passion stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took during my junior year. Another spark was the recognition of preparedness that I had achieved over time through my experiences with the Girl Scouts of America. I recognized that the Girl Scouts’ mission is building girls of courage, confidence, and character. My scouting journeys shaped me into the young woman I am today. The Girl Scouts' mission and the organization’s emphasis on activism and service align well with Spelman’s mission of leadership development and empowering “the whole person”. My dedication to Girl Scouts has prepared me to fulfill Spelman’s mission and continue my commitment to the community. Attending Spelman College, being surrounded by like-minded women, as well as opportunities to express myself creatively serves as the perfect springboard.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. I planned to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, warm hands with love. From a young age, I knew my name held power, and it was instilled in me that my worth could not be assigned externally. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to Black women, like myself, accomplishing their dreams. I have devoted my life to service by volunteering with multiple non-profits across Houston and have accumulated over 150+ volunteer hours. Some of the organizations that I have worked with include NAACP, Walk to End Alzheimers, Third Ward Reads, and UNCF. These organizations opened me up to the opportunity to learn more about myself and my community. I met various people from all walks of life and learned so many things about myself. My thirst for knowledge has been my north star. A crane in my neck formed as I ogled at the innumerable number of books that towered above me. The bright and muted colors from the book covers embellished the bland, white shelves and made my dad’s office seem brighter. As I approached his desk, I excitedly stated my idea, “I want to start a book blog.” My interest in reading blossomed once again as I nursed the idea of a social media detox and was a great way to celebrate our culture. The world around me was frantically trying to rectify my day-to-day reality with meaningless subliminal messages and hypothetical arguments, so I forced myself to seek comfort from the daily disturbances by finding solace in imaginary characters, romance novels, and theory. I looked forward to reading about Assata Shakur’s struggles as she fled America, the fierce nature that Angela Davis effortlessly possessed, the adventures of Zora Neale Hurston and the proclamations of Bell Hooks in Ain’t I A Woman.” I would celebrate them by providing insight on these authors and other literature focused on the Black diaspora, Black history, Afrofuturism and Black romance, and I would even sprinkle in “alluring spoilers for the impatient”. I would provide the love and respect for our literary giants that they deserve. I brainstormed at my desk unable to find names that would leave a mark on one’s consciousness or pull an audience in. I wanted my audience to feel inspired by my love for our culture and the wonderful writers that have crafted our story. I immediately thought about my love for bookshelves, or lack thereof and the trance that they never failed to put me in. I wanted to be able to convey my passion for reading, the privilege to find liberation through literature unlike my ancestors, and the deep adoration I have for my culture as an opinionated Black girl. As I finished formatting the website, curating a playlist I have a deep adoration for, and linking my Amazon wishlist loaded with books, I figured it out, the name of my blog was “The Bookshelf of an Opinionated Black Girl.”

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and America as a whole.

Hands, the word is precisely one syllable, comprised of 27 bones, and is one of the easiest ways to connect with another person. With elegant yet thin hands, impacting my community was bigger than me and was a courageous act. When I joined Girl Scouts in kindergarten, I became committed to improving my community. Some of the activities I have taken part in included working with homeless people in the Houston area, fixing over 10,000 sandwiches for those who lived in food deserts, and protesting with other women who bravely marched in the rain for reproductive rights. However, working with special needs kids left a mark on me. In eighth grade, I volunteered to serve as a life-skills aid for Mrs. Cooks' class. I assisted them with classwork and participated in life skills exercises such as cooking with the teacher. Through our conversations, Mrs. Cooks helped me understand that my community is broad and even includes those without a voice or the ability to use their hands. Not only did the enrichment I took part in during her program touch me, but it unknowingly exposed me to the lack of inclusivity within discussions about nutrition for special needs people inside public schools. These standard programs never considered the deformities, lack of mobility, and how some foods may be inaccessible to them due to financial restraints. While attending the Spelman Early College Program last summer, I began formulating my Gold Award project for Girl Scouts. I immediately thought about the awareness I could bring to the issue and how passionate I was about it. I planned out my project, which includes a web seminar, an in-person workshop with educational activities, pamphlets for administrators on how they can educate others, and the importance of refraining from using ableist language in their day-to-day lives. My plan was to also adequately explain the benefits of teaching these concepts to children who are non-disabled as well. I began officially filling out my application and starting the process. Praying that the council would approve me, I turned it in and waited impatiently for an email approving for me to start. Soon enough, my mentor delivered a glowing email that I had been approved and could start my project and research. I felt so excited my hands shook. Currently, I am finishing my research, cultivating my website and pamphlets, and pouring good intentions into this new endeavor. Being able to advocate for those within my community who may not have the means or voice means a lot to me. It has allowed me to be an example for multiple people and think outside of the box. I hope to continue to inspire and motivate people to examine the policies being applied within public schools and within America as a whole.

I came out gray but silent, as the umbilical cord cascaded down my barely alive body. Following a brief cry, I was swaddled by firm, warm hands with love. From a young age, I knew my name held power, and it was instilled in me that my worth could not be assigned externally. I know that I am meant to make a difference in this world by removing the barriers that serve as obstacles to Black women, like myself, from accomplishing their dreams. I plan to major in Political Science and minor in Business at Spelman College this fall. I am interested in the structure of the justice system, and the impact of policy and politics on my community, and I want to positively influence the number of minorities, such as BIPOC women and men that chose to become candidates for public office. My passion for studying the structure of this country’s government stemmed from the events of the Summer of 2020 and the African American Studies course I took during my junior year. My father and aunt were classmates of George Floyd, so the shockwaves from his death were seismic. The seed for my passion took root as I sat in the dimly lit classroom, salty tears streamed down my face. During my junior year, in my African American Studies class, we watched the documentary “13th” by Ava Duvernay. As the screen showed Khalif Browder’s solemn face, I broke down. I felt driven by my disdain for injustice to make a change. I became inclined to explore politics, our governing bodies, and the impact on my community. CNN broadcasters were no longer a nuisance, but rather a source of information. Barnes and Noble's bookshelves brimming with knowledge and biographies of historical figures became my haven. I looked forward to reading about Assata Shakur’s struggles as she fled America, the fierce nature that Angela Davis effortlessly possessed, or the horrors of Eldridge Cleaver exposed in “Souls on Ice.” I had become so passionate about Black history, in relation to the justice system, that I went from participating in class discussions to teaching my African American Studies course, with the permission of the instructor. Moreover, I grew up with a grandfather who serves as a Senior United States District Judge. As a result, I learned to respect the justice system, the judicial process, and the courthouse. His courtroom featured the soft, blue carpet sprinkled with symbols - stars, bald eagles, the giant gavel he held that carried another’s fate, and the oak and marble-trimmed stand that the defendant or witness could sit upon surrounded by a sea of lies or the truth and nothing but the truth. Combining my love for education and business, I ultimately plan to start a foundation in my mother’s name, that focuses on the importance of providing an education, specifically access to literature, libraries, and workspaces where women are protected and free from harm. Education, especially as a Black woman in America, has been liberating and an important part of my life. I want every woman or girl who comes through my foundation to walk out feeling liberated and be presented with opportunities such as creative classes, career assistance, or mental health resources.