My mother has been the cornerstone of my life, profoundly impacting me and helping me realize my full potential in myriad ways. As a child, I often accompanied her to numerous doctor's appointments, where I witnessed firsthand the unjust treatment she received from healthcare professionals solely because of her skin color. These experiences stirred within me a deep-seated desire to enact positive change within the healthcare industry. In response to the disparities I witnessed, I resolved to pursue a career as an obstetrician-gynecologist, driven by the aspiration to establish my own clinic one day—a sanctuary where individuals from all walks of life could feel heard, valued, and respected, regardless of their background. My mother's resilience and unwavering determination in the face of adversity became my guiding light. Despite the systemic challenges she encountered, she never wavered in her belief in my potential. Her steadfast encouragement served as a beacon of hope, continually motivating me to pursue my dreams with unwavering determination and resilience. More than just a guiding force, my mother has been my mentor and confidante, providing invaluable guidance and wisdom as I navigate the complexities of my career path. During moments of doubt or uncertainty, her unwavering support has been a source of strength, reminding me of my capabilities and instilling within me the confidence to persevere. However, it is during moments of self-doubt and uncertainty when my mother's comforting presence shines most brightly. In times when I lose sight of myself and my aspirations, she is there, offering solace and reassurance. With her gentle words of encouragement and unwavering belief in my abilities, she reminds me of the path I have chosen and the impact I am destined to make. Through her own lived experiences, my mother has imparted invaluable lessons in resilience and determination. Witnessing her navigate and overcome the discrimination and injustice she faced has instilled within me a profound sense of resilience and fortitude. Her unwavering commitment to standing up for what is right and challenging systemic inequalities has become the cornerstone of my own advocacy efforts within the healthcare industry. As I embark on this journey to realize my dream of opening a diverse and inclusive healthcare clinic, my mother's influence remains ever-present. Her unwavering support and guidance continue to shape my aspirations and motivate me to pursue my dreams relentlessly. In essence, my mother's impact on my life extends far beyond mere words can convey. She is not only my inspiration but also my guiding light as a constant source of strength, wisdom, and unwavering belief in my potential. With her by my side, I am empowered to embrace my unique strengths and talents, knowing that with determination and perseverance, anything is possible.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in health class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. She also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in health class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. She also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was because she's Hispanic. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would become a doctor and open own my clinic. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare," and I stand by it. I desire to become a doctor because I want to help others. My goal in life is to become a doctor. The first in my Puerto Rican family. My mother had several complicated pregnancies and what was consistent was the inconsistent treatment she received. From not treating her high-risk symptoms early on in her pregnancy to failing to provide the proper after-birth care. I witnessed this all firsthand and decided I wanted to make a change. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. While in high school, I realized I desired to become a doctor. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! This led me to enroll in the Governor's health science academy. I completed four years of academy pathways courses and earned college credits and a medical assistant certification. I aligned myself with students who also shared my advancement goals. Through their support and the support of my family, I graduated with an advanced studies diploma. I received the United States Presidential Award for outstanding academic excellence and a letter from the Virginia House of Delegates for graduating with the highest honors. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. I come from a low-income household where I am a first-generation student. I want to become a leader and role model for other young adults pursuing a career in health and medicine. For me, education equals opportunity, and that opportunity equals legacy. I come from a low-income family and know that my parents cannot pay for my college education. I am thankful for all their support and how far they have pushed me to go. I would add this scholarship as money for my tuition. I want to accomplish my goals and dreams without worrying about financial restraints. The long-term career plan I established was to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Now, I will obtain my bachelor's and master's degrees in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a board certificated Ob-gyn. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want education for themselves. My career would allow me to inspire and assist other minorities, especially Caribbean girls. The legacy I want to leave for my community would be to know they can do it because I did it.

My name is Kayla Love Santiago. I am a Puerto Rican girl from the Bronx, Castle Hill. Since my mom told me I would be expecting another sibling, I've been obsessed with the medical world. My biggest goal in life is to become an ob-gyn! I have graduated high school and will attend college. My motto is," I will be the change in women's healthcare that I want." My goal in life is to become a doctor. The first in my Puerto Rican family. My mother had several complicated pregnancies and what was consistent was the inconsistent treatment she received. From not treating her high-risk symptoms early on in her pregnancy to failing to provide the proper after-birth care. I witnessed this all firsthand and decided I wanted to make a change. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. While in high school, I realized I desired to become a doctor. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! This led me to enroll in the Governor's health science academy. I completed four years of academy pathways courses and earned college credits and a medical assistant certification. I aligned myself with students who also shared my advancement goals. Through their support and the support of my family, I graduated with an advanced studies diploma. I received the United States Presidential Award for outstanding academic excellence and a letter from the Virginia House of Delegates for graduating with the highest honors. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. I come from a low-income household where I am a first-generation student. I want to become a leader and role model for other young adults pursuing a career in health and medicine. For me, education equals opportunity, and that opportunity equals legacy. I come from a low-income family and know that my parents cannot pay for my college education. I am thankful for all their support and how far they have pushed me to go. I would add this scholarship as money for my tuition. I want to accomplish my goals and dreams without worrying about financial restraints. The long-term career plan I established was to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Now, I will obtain my bachelor's and master's degrees in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a board certificated Ob-gyn. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want education for themselves. My career would allow me to inspire and assist other minorities, especially Caribbean girls. The legacy I want to leave for my community would be to know they can do it because I did it.

When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would become a doctor and open own my clinic. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare," and I stand by it. I desire to become a doctor because I want to help others. For me, education equals freedom. I would have the freedom to become my own boss and not work under someone higher than me. This is important because I want to become a doctor and have my own clinic. The idea of helping others feels as though my heart is sending warm signals through my body that settle in my veins. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully. I also witnessed my mom being treated unfairly due to her race during her pregnancies. Her perseverance despite racial adversity inspired me to make a difference. I decided I would become an Ob-gyn and have my clinic prevent this kind of treatment. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls needing personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since those visits. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want an education and life for themselves. My career would allow me to inspire and assist other minorities, especially Caribbean girls. The legacy I want to leave for my community would be to know they can do it because I did it.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in health class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. While she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in health class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. While she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

Hello! My name is Kayla Love Santiago. I am a Puerto Rican from the Bronx, Castle Hill. Since my mom told me I would be expecting another sibling, I've been obsessed with the medical world. My biggest goal in life is to become an ob-gyn! I have graduated high school and will attend college. My motto is," I will be the change in women's healthcare that I want." My goal in life is to become a doctor. The first in my Puerto Rican family. My mother had several complicated pregnancies and what was consistent was the inconsistent treatment she received. From not treating her high-risk symptoms early on in her pregnancy to failing to provide the proper after-birth care. I witnessed this all firsthand and decided I wanted to make a change. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. While in high school, I realized I desired to become a doctor. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! This led me to enroll in the Governor's health science academy. I completed four years of academy pathways courses and earned college credits and a medical assistant certification. I aligned myself with students who also shared my advancement goals. Through their support and the support of my family, I graduated with an advanced studies diploma. I received the United States Presidential Award for outstanding academic excellence and a letter from the Virginia House of Delegates for graduating with the highest honors. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. I come from a low-income household where I am a first-generation student. I want to become a leader and role model for other young adults pursuing a career in health and medicine. For me, education equals opportunity, and that opportunity equals legacy. I come from a low-income family and know that my parents cannot pay for my college education. I am thankful for all their support and how far they have pushed me to go. I would add this scholarship as money for my tuition. I want to accomplish my goals and dreams without worrying about financial restraints. The long-term career plan I established was to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Now, I will obtain my bachelor's and master's degrees in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a board certificated Ob-gyn. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want education for themselves. My career would allow me to inspire and assist other minorities, especially Caribbean girls. The legacy I want to leave for my community would be to know they can do it because I did it.

Hello! My name is Kayla Love Santiago. I am a Puerto Rican from the Bronx, Castle Hill. Since my mom told me I would be expecting another sibling, I've been obsessed with the medical world. My biggest goal in life is to become an ob-gyn! I have graduated high school and will attend college. My motto is," I will be the change in women's healthcare that I want." My goal in life is to become a doctor. The first in my Puerto Rican family. My mother had several complicated pregnancies and what was consistent was the inconsistent treatment she received. From not treating her high-risk symptoms early on in her pregnancy to failing to provide the proper after-birth care. I witnessed this all firsthand and decided I wanted to make a change. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. While in high school, I realized I desired to become a doctor. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! This led me to enroll in the Governor's health science academy. I completed four years of academy pathways courses and earned college credits and a medical assistant certification. I aligned myself with students who also shared my advancement goals. Through their support and the support of my family, I graduated with an advanced studies diploma. I received the United States Presidential Award for outstanding academic excellence and a letter from the Virginia House of Delegates for graduating with the highest honors. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. I come from a low-income household where I am a first-generation student. I want to become a leader and role model for other young adults pursuing a career in health and medicine. For me, education equals opportunity, and that opportunity equals legacy. I come from a low-income family and know that my parents cannot pay for my college education. I am thankful for all their support and how far they have pushed me to go. I would add this scholarship as money for my tuition. I want to accomplish my goals and dreams without worrying about financial restraints. The long-term career plan I established was to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Now, I will obtain my bachelor's and master's degrees in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a board certificated Ob-gyn. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want education for themselves. My career would allow me to inspire and assist other minorities, especially Caribbean girls. The legacy I want to leave for my community would be to know they can do it because I did it.

"Kayla?" my mom said," Guess who's going to school!" I put down my teapot. "I am?" I asked her and ran into her arms. "Yes, you are! You start next week!" We sat there hugging on my bed for a long time. After a while, we were both in tears. My mom because her baby was going to school. I, because I would be away from her for so long. We left for home and went to meet my dad. As I told him about my news, he looked elated. He hugged me very tightly and told me he believed in me. They picked out my uniform for that first day and walked me into the building. I told myself, "This is where it all begins," and took my first step. To me, my education was the most influential thing in the world. From earning and maintaining honor roll status year after year to participating in Music/Band weekly. My goal was to experience all that high school had to offer. This led me to enroll in the Governor's health science academy. I completed four years of academy pathways courses allowing me to earn college credits and a medical assistant certification. I aligned myself with students who also shared my advancement goals. Through their support and the support of my family, I graduated with an advanced studies diploma. I received the United States Presidential Award for outstanding academic excellence and a letter from the Virginia House of Delegates for graduating with the highest honors. During my time in high school, I realized I desired to become a doctor. I was consistently reminded how much work it would take. How I would have to spend years in school beyond a traditional degree. This did not change my mind but allowed me to acknowledge my commitment to being a lifelong learner. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want education for themselves. My career options would be limited without my education. I always aim high and do my best to meet educational standards. Most of all, I make sure to meet my own. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. Sometimes, I was a bit cheeky in how I won. But, to the victor goes the spoils. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in health class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. While she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in health class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. While she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? If the work didn't have a due date, I felt no motivation. I wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change and asked me what was wrong. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective and shared her anxieties with me. While she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. One practical solution for helping more people who struggle with mental health would be to create a platform where they can find support groups and therapists. Sometimes, talking about your feelings with others who understand can make you feel understood and heard. Mental health still has a negative stigma hanging around it. By opening the discussion with a platform designed specifically for talking and expression, that image might change. In this digital era, wouldn't it be great to have the ability to connect with others at any moment?

I stared down at my starched test. Overhead, the clock worked overtime to end class. The sound of Mrs. White's clock ticking haunts me to this day. The black letters fought against the red slashes of her pen. Mrs. White's pen won, and my sparkly pencil lost. I kept tapping my ankle against the metal leg of the desk. I started to ask myself every question possible. What did I do wrong? How am I going to fix it? I decided to approach her desk carefully. If I didn't speak up now I would fail the whole grade. It was going to be now or never. Mrs. White looked up at me over her reading glasses. "May I help you, Miss Santiago?" she asked. I felt skittish, "May I sharpen my pencil, please?" I requested. She nodded and smiled at me. "AHHH!" I shrieked internally. I sanded my poor pencil into a miniature harpoon before I took my seat. I did not understand how I was going to approach my teacher. But, I knew that it would have to be soon. "Class," she cleared her throat," If you have any questions, send me an email." Of course! I should have thought of that from the start! So, I wrote Mrs. White an email. In that email, I told her," I am scared. I am afraid to fail and repeat school because I couldn't understand the material. I do not want you to think my grades reflect what I think of your class. Because I honestly do care! But I feel scared to ask for help in class. I feel weak to admit that I was wrong." I pressed send and waited for doom. The rang out, letting us know to leave for home. I lingered a bit and erased the board for her. Mrs. White seemed to have this knowing smile on her face. "Miss Santiago, I knew you wanted to ask me something, but I did not expect it in this format." She gestured to her laptop. "I am willing to stay after school Monday and Thursday. If you need extra help, you must apply yourself online, as well." I nodded as we talked about my weaknesses in math. I signed up for an online tutor and made an appointment with her for Thursday. After that meeting, I thanked Mrs.White and ran to my mom's car. I felt that my worries were both seen and heard. I told my mom about my plans to stay after, and she approved it. I decided to work out a strategic plan to improve my memory and get extra practice. When I would come home after school, I logged into the online tutoring program. In the car, I would review math drills with my mom. Everywhere I went, I kept practicing until I could solve the problems without a calculator. I was determined to conquer my math work. "Boom, check it out." I dropped my latest test in front of my friends. They smiled with me as their eyes looked over my paper. I had gotten a 92% on the test we took that afternoon. I had finally done it! I raised my grade, and I felt confident! I lingered back after class to speak to Mrs. White. "Thank you for giving me a chance," I said as she packed up. She remarked cooly, "Thank you for taking it." Since then, I always asked for help and apply myself. I learned through failure what success I could achieve. By employing the skills and strategies, I can do anything I set my mind to.

I stared down at my starched test. Overhead, the clock worked overtime to end class. The sound of Mrs. White's clock ticking haunts me to this day. The black letters fought against the red slashes of her pen. Mrs. White's pen won, and my sparkly pencil lost. I kept tapping my ankle against the metal leg of the desk. I started to ask myself every question possible. What did I do wrong? How am I going to fix it? I decided to approach her desk carefully. If I didn't speak up now I would fail the whole grade. It was going to be now or never. Mrs. White looked up at me over her reading glasses. "May I help you?" she asked. I felt skittish, "May I sharpen my pencil, please?" I requested. She nodded at me. "AHHH!" I shrieked internally. I sanded my poor pencil into a miniature harpoon before I took my seat. I did not understand how I was going to approach my teacher. But, I knew that it would have to be soon. "Class," she cleared her throat," If you have any questions, send me an email." Of course! I should have thought of that from the start! So, I wrote Mrs. White an email. In that email, I told her," I am scared. I am afraid to fail and repeat school because I couldn't understand the material. I do not want you to think my grades reflect what I think of your class. Because I honestly do care! But I feel scared to ask for help in class. I feel weak to admit that I was wrong." I pressed send and waited for doom. The rang out, letting us know to leave for home. I lingered a bit and erased the board for her before leaving. Mrs. White seemed to have this knowing smile on her face. After class, she asked me to stay after school. "Miss Santiago, I knew you wanted to ask me something, but I did not expect it in this format." She gestured to her laptop. "I am willing to stay after school every Monday and Thursday. If you need extra help, you must apply yourself online, as well." I nodded as we talked about my strengths and weaknesses in math. After that meeting, I thanked Mrs.White and ran to my mom's car. I felt that my worries were both seen and heard. I told my mom about my plans to stay after, and she approved it. I decided to work out a strategic plan to improve my memory and get extra practice. When I would come home after school, I logged into the online tutoring program. In the car, I would review math drills with my mom. Everywhere I went, I kept practicing until I could solve the problems alone. I was determined to conquer my math work. "Boom, check it out." I dropped my latest test down in front of my friends. They smiled with me as their eyes looked over my paper. I had gotten a 92% on the test we took that afternoon. We embraced and enjoyed the moment together before looking over toward Mrs. White. I had finally done it! I raised my grade, and I felt confident! "Thank you for giving me a chance," I said as she packed up. She remarked coolly, "Thank you for taking it." Since then, I have always asked for help and applied myself. I learned through failure and hardship what success I could achieve. By employing the skills and strategies, I can do anything I set my mind to.

Hello, my name is Kayla Love Santiago. I am a Puerto Rican from the Bronx, Castle Hill. When I am not studying or at school, I like to disappear into my own world. I also love writing poetry, video games, constructing songs, and thinking up comedy sketches. In writing, I can produce eternal worlds. My favorite books have characters from diverse backgrounds, magic, and love. Personally, my all-time choice of a video game is Minecraft. As of now, I am a senior in high school. I am currently training to become a medical assistant. I love learning and always complete whatever I set my mind to. When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my clinic. Not only that, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. When she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and how I can achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. Sometimes, I was a bit cheeky in how I won. But, to the victor goes the spoils. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in math class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. When she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and how I can achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. Sometimes, I was a bit cheeky in how I won. But, to the victor goes the spoils. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. When I got to high school, I started to burn out. I refused to open up about it because I was supposed to be independent. What if everyone thought of me differently? I learned to push past my limits, but at what cost? My sleep? My time to be a teenager? I started to develop negative habits. If the work did not have a due date, I felt no motivation. I just wanted to sleep and ignore my problems. I decided to become an actress. I put on my best smile and used my laughter as a weapon. I fooled everyone, including myself, most days. I lost friends because they thought I was holding out on them, and I was. I let them come to me with all their issues, but I wouldn't share mine. My mom noticed my change in appetite and how long it took me to finish assignments. Yet, I still refused to share my feelings, and my mental health suffered. As I continued down this path, my goals shifted. I wanted to become a doctor, but I felt too afraid to ask for help in health class. I felt tired constantly, even if I slept. I felt sad when I used to feel joy in learning. I could not stand it anymore and began to shut everything out. I shut out my friends, family, and teachers, and I think I shut out part of me. I wanted to talk to my parents about my feelings badly. But, I also knew that talking about mental health was not common in Latinx communities. I decided to take a leap of faith. I opened up to my best friend about my problem. She sat in that band room with me and listened. Then, she put everything into perspective. While she made my fears look small, she also helped me realize my own stigmas about mental health. It is important, and I should take care of it always. After I opened up about my mental health, I informed my family as well. Together, we worked out how I would refresh for the week. Now, I set attainable goals and achieve them in short bursts. I understood that I could not reject this part of me because I didn't understand it myself. I plan to become a doctor to eliminate racial bias in women's healthcare, but I also plan to be an advocate for acknowledging mental health as well. I'll remind them that their mind is just as important as their body's health. My motivation posters remind me to keep going, so I can fight for others. My support system reminds me to fight for myself. I can not wait to help others in return.

As a kindergartener, I went through a lot of books. My dad would often purchase them as gifts while he was at work. I would come home, and my mom would surprise me with the new series. She would read with me in her lap until my dad came home. Then, he'd pick up where she left off. My favorite book he gave me was called, The underneath, by Kathi Appelt. I did not intend to read that book at all. I left it in the back of my closet, buried under my other books. Fortunately, in third grade, I grew so bored with everything I read that I cleaned my closet out. At the very bottom of the floor lay my battered book. It looked at me smiling but worn at the same time. I felt a strange connection looking down at it. So, I plucked it off the floor, dusted the poor thing off, and flattened out the messed-up pages. The book still smelt new and fresh with a tinge of dust. Inside the pages, I read the most lovely story. The story was full of abandonment, sorrow, regrets, revenge, mercy, love, and second chances. I loved every page I turned. The characters taught me that love between and for family lasts thousands of years. I went through their journey with them. It also showed me that revenge only leads to regret and anguish. The underneath made me consider my life as I had known it. I promised myself that I would always choose forgiveness over revenge. Because, while anger does linger, love truly lasts forever. I always believe in new beginnings and the gift of mercy. I love this story with all my heart. The underneath is my favorite book of all time.

Hello! My name is Kayla Amor Santiago! I am a Boricua from the Bronx, Castle Hill. When I am not studying or at school, I like to disappear into my own world. I also love writing poetry, video games, constructing songs, and thinking up comedy sketches. In writing, I can produce eternal worlds. My favorite books have characters from diverse backgrounds, magic, and love. Personally, my all-time choice of a video game is Minecraft. In my freshman year, I was appointed by several of my teachers to become a student ambassador of the freshman academy and gave a speech at our commitment to graduating ceremony. As of now, I am a senior in high school. I am currently training to become a medical assistant. I attend a governor's health and science academy. I love learning and always complete whatever I set my mind to. I want to open my own clinic one day as well. I hope to spread improved healthcare for women across the world! When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. I desired to become a doctor because I want to help others. For me, education equals freedom. I would have the freedom to become my own boss and not work under someone higher than me. This is important because I want to become a doctor and have my own clinic. The idea of helping others feels as though my heart is sending warm signals through my body that settle in my veins. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully. I also witnessed my mom being treated unfairly due to her race during her pregnancies. Her perseverance despite racial adversity inspired me to make a difference. I vowed then I would become an Ob-gyn and have my clinic to prevent this kind of treatment. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since those visits. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want an education and life for themselves. I have no fears when it comes to my education because nothing can shake my confidence when it comes to my integrity or school career. This is my plan to make a positive impact on the world through my career.

While I was at the career fair hosted by my high school, I made a list of temporary jobs. After being dismissed to the parking lot I saw a silver car pull up next to me. "Hey, dad!" I flung open his passenger door and jumped in. "Hi Kay, how was your day?" he asked and threw his car into drive. "Pretty good I made a list of jobs." the car stopped immediately. "You did what?" he said. The silence rang out in the car. "Why do you want to get a job? You're a freshman," my dad asked. "I want to make money for my future," I said. He sat back and looked at me. Then, it felt like I saw him look into the next ten years of my life. My father's eyes widened, narrowed, and finally watered. "Kayla," he started slow," I want more for you than just a job. Your future is important, but you're going to have a career." I put my hand on his shoulder. My dad pulled out his phone and turned the screen towards me. "You can create money out of thin air now, online." He proceeded to pull out his phone and show me various videos of teens with businesses. "Dad, jobs are only temporary." He shook his head, "You think that because of your age. Kayla, it's my job to make sure that I raise you right. That isn't temporary because you're going to be my daughter forever." he put his hand over mine. "You are meant to do so much more than sell your time. Follow your dreams and open your clinic one day. I believe in you becoming an entrepreneur. For now, focus on school. Invest in yourself." I nodded and hugged him before we started off home

Hello! My name is Kayla Amor Santiago! I am a Boricua from the Bronx, Castle Hill. When I am not studying or at school, I like to disappear into my own world. I also love writing poetry, video games, constructing songs, and thinking up comedy sketches. In writing, I can produce eternal worlds. My favorite books have characters from diverse backgrounds, magic, and love. Personally, my all-time choice of a video game is Minecraft. In my freshman year, I was appointed by several of my teachers to become a student ambassador of the freshman academy and gave a speech at our commitment to graduating ceremony. As of now, I am a senior in high school. I am currently training to become a medical assistant. I attend a governor's health and science academy. I love learning and always complete whatever I set my mind to. I want to open my own clinic one day as well. I hope to spread improved healthcare for women across the world! When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. I desired to become a doctor because I want to help others. For me, education equals freedom. I would have the freedom to become my own boss and not work under someone higher than me. This is important because I want to become a doctor and have my own clinic. The idea of helping others feels as though my heart is sending warm signals through my body that settle in my veins. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully. I also witnessed my mom being treated unfairly due to her race during her pregnancies. I hated hearing her not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I vowed then I would become an Ob-gyn and have my clinic to prevent this kind of treatment. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since those visits. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want an education and life for themselves. I have no fears when it comes to my education because nothing can shake my confidence when it comes to my integrity or school career.

"Kayla?" my mom said," Guess who's going to school!" I put down my teapot. "I am?" I asked her and ran into her arms. "Yes, you are! You start next week!" We sat there hugging on my bed for a long time. After a while, we were both in tears. My mom because her baby was going to school. I, because I would be away from her for so long. We left for home and went to meet my dad. As I told him about my news, he looked elated. He hugged me very tightly and told me he believed in me. They picked out my uniform for that first day and walked me into the building. I told myself, "This is where it all begins," and took my first step. In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake and sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. Sometimes, I was a bit cheeky in how I won. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. For me, education equals freedom. I would have the freedom to become my own boss and not work under someone. This is important because I want to become a doctor and have my own clinic. The idea of helping others feels as though my heart is sending warm signals. As the oldest Latina daughter, I set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully. I also witnessed my mom being treated unfairly due to her race during her pregnancies. I hated hearing her not being taken seriously, or denied specific treatments. I vowed then I would become an Ob-gyn and have my own clinic to prevent this kind of treatment. I have no fears when it comes to my education because nothing can shake my confidence when it comes to my integrity. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to give up my dream. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want an education for themselves. I also feel that I am protecting my mom by becoming a doctor for women. Because if I can protect my patients, I feel as though I am protecting her as well. She inspires me to be the change I want in healthcare. That is the reason I am passionate about receiving my education.

When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my own clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. I desired to become a doctor because I want to help others. For me, education equals freedom. I would have the freedom to become my own boss and not work under someone higher than me. This is important because I want to become a doctor and have my own clinic. The idea of helping others feels as though my heart is sending warm signals through my body that settle in my veins. As the oldest Latina daughter, I must also set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully. I also witnessed my mom being treated unfairly due to her race during her pregnancies. I hated hearing her not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I vowed then I would become an Ob-gyn and have my own clinic to prevent this kind of treatment. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since those visits. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want an education and life for themselves. I have no fears when it comes to my education because nothing can shake my confidence when it comes to my integrity or school career. An obstacle I face in life is racial adversity. Racial adversity was never uncommon for me. I do my best to give out correct information, but sometimes my best efforts stand in vain. Numerous students and history teachers did not believe I was Puerto Rican and called me a liar. Some would go as far as to say that the Island of Puerto Rico did not exist. I have had to deal with racist teachers and classmates my whole school career. I decided to start speaking up for myself and others. No one will ever make me give up my love for who I am. Determination through frustration is what I can take away from that experience. While I felt upset, they would not have the satisfaction of defeating me. People always make assumptions. But, I continue to educate despite the racial adversity. Being Puerto Rican will always be a part of me. It will never be my misfortune.

Racial adversity was never uncommon for me. I did my best to give out correct information, but sometimes my perseverance stood in vain. The first time I was called an immigrant was in sixth grade during lunch. I was sitting with two caucasian boys. Our eyes were glued to a Tv screen with Donald Trump's face. Logan smiled at me like a Cheshire. "I love that man," he laughed so hard he fell over. I looked at him," Why? He's racist." Logan shot up quickly," It's excellent!" he whooped. I scooted back. Logan faced me," Don't you agree?" he smiled brighter. "No," I cooly remarked," I am Puerto Rican." Any traces of a smile vanished. "W-what!" Logan exclaimed as Noah's jaw dropped. "I am Puerto Rican," I smirked proudly and continued to stare them down. Logan's face darkened," You're illegal!" he shouted, pointing his finger. "Because of colonization, my Taíno ancestors were killed and forced to breed with African slaves. " "So you're just an immigrant then, aren't you?" Logan sneered. Many memories of uncomfortable racism flooded my mind. "My family lives in New York or Puerto Rico. We don't need green cards." I rose and stood at eye level with Logan challenging him. My tone was icy yet fluid, and I felt prideful. No one will ever make me give up my love for who I am. Perseverance through frustration is what I can take away from that experience. While I felt upset, he would not have the satisfaction of defeating me. People always make assumptions. Battling these assumptions despite what their intent is can be strenuous. But, I continue to educate despite the racial adversity. Being Puerto Rican will always be a part of me. It will never be my misfortune.

As a two-year-old little girl in the Bronx, I would frequent the hospital with my mother and grandmother. While my grandma was a tough character she also had many life-threatening health conditions. My mother would often have to assist her with all her appointments which meant I would tag along. I remember walking or taking the bus sometimes to the clinics and hospitals with them and getting lost inside the world of medicine. It all felt like a shiny new world the moment I stepped off the elevator. I walked out into the hallway with her and watched all the nurses and doctors interacting. A feeling came over me. I liked it, I did like it! I liked the noises, the way they talked, those uniforms, the smiles, their body moments even! I stood in the hallways watching them curiously, and they waved to me. "Are you all right?" my mother took my hand. "Yes!" I jumped up. She leaned down a little bit to look me in the eye. "I'm going to be a doctor! I'm going to be a doctor!" I got onto my tiptoes with my other arm in the air excitedly. My mom kissed my cheek, and said, "I knew you would," we left for home. Ever since then, I always wanted to become a doctor. My long-term career plan would be to gain my medical assistant certificate and then go to medical school to become a certificated Obgyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. My mantra is to be the change I want in the world, no matter what. These are my goals and dreams for the future.

When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. I hated hearing her not being taken or denied specific treatments. So, I decided I would open my own clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. I desired to become a doctor because I want to help others. As the oldest Latina daughter, I set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully. For me, education equals freedom. I would have the freedom to become my own boss and not work under someone. This is important because I want to become a doctor and have my own clinic. Then, I could prevent my patients from being discriminated against. I have no fears when it comes to my education because nothing shakes my confidence when it comes to my integrity. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my MA certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since that visit. That is one way I try to have a positive impact on the world.

"Kayla?" my mom said," Guess who's going to school!" I put down my teapot. "I am?" I asked her and ran into her arms. "Yes, you are! You start next week!" We sat there hugging on my bed for a long time. After a while, we were both in tears. My mom because her baby was going to school. I, because I would be away from her for so long. We left for home and went to meet my dad. As I told him about my news, he looked elated. He hugged me very tightly and told me he believed in me. They picked out my uniform for that first day and walked me into the building. I told myself, "This is where it all begins," and took my first step. In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake and sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. Sometimes, I was a bit cheeky in how I won. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. For me, education equals freedom. I would have the freedom to become my own boss and not work under someone. This is important because I want to become a doctor and have my own clinic. The idea of helping others feels as though my heart is sending warm signals. As the oldest Latina daughter, I set the example for my younger siblings and carry on my parent's legacy. Education is power and I intend to arm myself fully. I also witnessed my mom being treated unfairly due to her race during her pregnancies. I hated hearing her not being taken seriously, or denied specific treatments. I vowed then I would become an Ob-gyn and have my own clinic to prevent this kind of treatment. I have no fears when it comes to my education because nothing can shake my confidence when it comes to my integrity. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to give up my dream. I have no plans of stopping when I become a doctor either. I will continue to invest in those who want an education for themselves. I also feel that I am protecting my mom by becoming a doctor for women. Because if I can protect my patients, I feel as though I am protecting her as well. She inspires me to be the change I want in healthcare. That is the reason I am passionate about receiving my education.

While I was at the career fair hosted by my high school, I made a list of temporary jobs. After being dismissed to the parking lot I saw a silver car pull up next to me. "Hey, dad!" I flung open his passenger door and jumped in. "Hi Kay, how was your day?" he asked and threw his car into drive. "Pretty good I made a list of jobs." the car stopped immediately. "You did what?" he said. The silence rang out in the car. "Why would you want to get a job when you're a freshman?" my dad asked. "I want to make money for my future," I said. He sat back and looked at me. Then, it felt like I saw him look into the next ten years of my life. My father's eyes widened, narrowed, and finally watered. "Kayla," he started slow," I want more for you than just a job. Your future is important, but you're going to have a career." I put my hand on his shoulder. My dad pulled out his phone and turned the screen towards me. "You can create money out of thin air now, online." He proceeded to pull out his phone and show me various videos of teens with businesses. "Dad, jobs are only temporary." He shook his head, "You think that because of your age. Kayla, it's my job to make sure that I raise you right. That isn't temporary because you're going to be my daughter forever." he put his hand over mine. "You are meant to do so much more than sell your time. Follow your dreams and open your clinic one day. I believe in you becoming an entrepreneur. For now, focus on school." I nodded and hugged him before we started off home.

When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. I hated hearing her stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my own clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. I desired to become a doctor because I want to help others. I plan to commit myself to diversity within my respective choice of profession by opening a diversely staffed clinic. According to Migrationpolicy.org, in 2018, more than 2.6 million immigrants, including 314,000 refugees, were employed as healthcare workers. About 1.5 million worked as doctors, registered nurses, and pharmacists. However, immigrants and other minorities are underrepresented in healthcare occupations. I plan to combat this by mainly employing minority doctors and healthcare professionals at my clinic. I believe this would give me different perspectives and experiences from my own. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since those visits. This is my plan to achieve success.

When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. I hated hearing her stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my own clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. I desired to become a doctor because I want to help others. I plan to commit myself to diversity within my respective choice of profession by opening a diversely staffed clinic. According to Migrationpolicy.org, in 2018, more than 2.6 million immigrants, including 314,000 refugees, were employed as healthcare workers. About 1.5 million worked as doctors, registered nurses, and pharmacists. However, immigrants and other minorities are underrepresented in healthcare occupations. I plan to combat this by mainly employing minority doctors and healthcare professionals at my clinic. I believe this would give me different perspectives and experiences from my own. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child in someone's arms brings me joy! I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since those visits. These are the dreams I will accomplish for my future career.

"Ma'am? Dr. Dowling will see you now," the nurse informed. My grandmother, mom, and I stood up. She escorted us into the exam room. I knew better, but I began to touch everything. The glove box, tongue depressor jar, cotton pad jar, the box of bandaids! When my mom arrived from the restroom, she gave," The look," I sat proper. "Mom, how much longer?" I started deflating after a few minutes. "The doctor is busy, Kayla, just a little longer," she was holding my grandmother's hand. My mother always comforted her mom after every visit. Although she did not intend to go into health care, she became my grandmother's best caregiver. My mom has never been a selfish person. The moment she knows that she can help others, she does. I have seen her recuse a bird from the highway, donate groceries she just bought, and give me the bigger half of her candy. Every day, she was there for me from the moment I opened my eyes until I closed them. When I was ten, my grandmother suffered two strokes. My mom, being an only child, took care of her completely. She bathed, cooked, cleaned, and did so much more. Anything my grandmother needed was taken care of instantly. My mom would remember every medication, doctor, and incident date. She cared for my grandmother for seven years until she needed advanced care. The integrity and kindness my mom displays motivate me. It was her second pregnancy that confirmed my want to become a doctor. Watching her be mistreated made me want to become a doctor. Because if I can protect my patients, I feel as though I am protecting her as well. I will always go the extra mile because of her. My mom is forever my motivation.

Racial adversity was never uncommon for me. I did my best to give out correct information, but sometimes my perseverance stood in vain. The first time I was called an immigrant was in sixth grade during lunch. I was sitting with two caucasian boys. Our eyes were glued to a Tv screen with Donald Trump's face. Logan smiled at me like a Cheshire. "I love that man," he laughed so hard he fell over. I looked at him," Why? He's racist." Logan shot up quickly," It's excellent!" he whooped. I scooted back. Logan faced me," Don't you agree?" he smiled brighter. "No," I cooly remarked," I am Puerto Rican." Any traces of a smile vanished. "W-what!" Logan exclaimed as Noah's jaw dropped. "I am Puerto Rican," I smirked proudly and continued to stare them down. Logan's face darkened," You're illegal!" he shouted, pointing his finger. "Because of colonization, my Taíno ancestors were killed and forced to breed with African slaves. " "So you're just an immigrant then, aren't you?" Logan sneered. Many memories of uncomfortable racism flooded my mind. "My family lives in New York or Puerto Rico. We don't need green cards." I rose and stood at eye level with Logan challenging him. My tone was icy yet fluid, and I felt prideful. No one will ever make me give up my love for who I am. Perseverance through frustration is what I can take away from that experience. While I felt upset, he would not have the satisfaction of defeating me. People always make assumptions. Battling these assumptions despite what their intent is can be strenuous. But, I continue to educate despite the racial adversity. Being Puerto Rican will always be a part of me. It will never be my misfortune.

In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster wields a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. Sometimes, I was a bit cheeky in how I won. But, to the victor goes the spoils. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. The integrity and kindness my mom displays motivate me daily. It was her second pregnancy that confirmed my want to become a doctor. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my own clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. Because if I can protect my patients, I feel as though I am protecting her as well. I will always go the extra mile because of her. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. I desire to become a doctor because I want to help others. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate high school with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Virginia Eastern Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I would like start to work at Riverside or Sentara hospital. Afterwards, I will continue to invest in myself and other small businesses until I can build my clinic one day. No one will ever stop me from becoming a doctor. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child into someone's arms brings me unspeakable amounts of joy. I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since those visits. I have taken my first steps by becoming a student medical assistant. I plan to take my last across the graduation stage, where they place my white coat on me.

When I was little, I'd attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. I knew that part of it was her skin color. I hated hearing her stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my own clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. I plan to commit myself to diversity within my respective choice of profession by opening a diversely staffed clinic. I would be able to gather a diverse staff with different backgrounds. According to Migrationpolicy.org, in 2018, more than 2.6 million immigrants, including 314,000 refugees, were employed as healthcare workers. About 1.5 million worked as doctors, registered nurses, and pharmacists. However, immigrants and other minorities are underrepresented in healthcare occupations. I plan to combat this by mainly employing minority doctors and healthcare professionals at my clinic. I believe this would give me different perspectives and experiences from my own. When I become a doctor, I plan to give back to my community by creating opportunity programs. I took my first steps ding this by becoming a student medical assistant. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with and become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and educate people about biological science brings endless amounts of joy. I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since that visit.

As a kindergartener, I went through a lot of books. My dad would often purchase them as gifts while he was at work. I would come home, and my mom would surprise me with the new series. She would read with me in her lap until my dad came home. Then, he'd pick up where she left off. My favorite book he gave me was called, The underneath, by Kathi Appelt. I did not intend to read that book at all. I left it in the back of my closet, buried under my other books. Fortunately, in third grade, I grew so bored with everything I read that I cleaned my closet out. At the very bottom of the floor lay my battered book. It looked at me smiling but worn at the same time. I felt a strange connection looking down at it. So, I plucked it off the floor, dusted the poor thing off, and flattened out the messed-up pages. The book still smelt new and fresh with a tinge of dust. Inside the pages, I read the most lovely story. The story was full of abandonment, sorrow, regrets, revenge, mercy, love, and second chances. I loved every page I turned. The characters taught me that love between and for family lasts thousands of years. It also showed me that revenge only leads to regret and anguish. The underneath made me consider my life as I had known it. I promised myself that I would always choose forgiveness over revenge. Because, while anger does linger, love truly lasts forever. I always believe in new beginnings and the gift of mercy. I love this story with all my heart. The underneath is my favorite book of all time. It inspired me to never give up hope or refuse forgiveness.

As a kindergartener, I went through a lot of books. My dad would often purchase them as gifts while he was at work. I would come home, and my mom would surprise me with the new series. She would read with me in her lap until my dad came home. Then, he'd pick up where she left off. My favorite book he gave me was called, The underneath, by Kathi Appelt. I did not intend to read that book at all. I left it in the back of my closet, buried under my other books. Fortunately, in third grade, I grew so bored with everything I read that I cleaned my closet out. At the very bottom of the floor lay my battered book. It looked at me smiling but worn at the same time. I felt a strange connection looking down at it. So, I plucked it off the floor, dusted the poor thing off, and flattened out the messed-up pages. The book still smelt new and fresh with a tinge of dust. Inside the pages, I read the most lovely story. The story was full of abandonment, sorrow, regrets, revenge, mercy, love, and second chances. I loved every page I turned. The characters taught me that love between and for family lasts thousands of years. It also showed me that revenge only leads to regret and anguish. The underneath made me consider my life as I had known it. I promised myself that I would always choose forgiveness over revenge. Because, while anger does linger, love truly lasts forever. I always believe in new beginnings and the gift of mercy. I love this story with all my heart. The underneath is my favorite book of all time. Please, gift it to your child too.

When I was little, I would attend my mom's doctor's appointments. That was when I found that the staff would treat her differently. If she had any concerns, they dismissed her. I knew that part of it was her skin color. The same would happen to my grandmother, aunts, and other female relatives. I hated hearing their stories of not being taken seriously, ignored, or denied specific treatments. I then decided I would open my own clinic. Not only would I open a clinic, but I would become an Ob-gyn too. My mantra is, "Be the change you want in healthcare." and I stand by it. I desired to become a doctor because I want to help others. I plan to commit myself to diversity within my respective choice of profession by opening a diversely staffed clinic. I would be able to gather a diverse staff with different backgrounds. According to Migrationpolicy.org, in 2018, more than 2.6 million immigrants, including 314,000 refugees, were employed as healthcare workers. About 1.5 million worked as doctors, registered nurses, and pharmacists. However, immigrants and other minorities are underrepresented in healthcare occupations. I plan to combat this by mainly employing minority doctors and healthcare professionals at my clinic. I believe this would give me different perspectives and experiences from my own. When I become a doctor, I plan to give back to my community by creating opportunity programs. I took my first steps by becoming a student medical assistant. I plan to take my last across the graduation stage, where they place my white coat on me. My financial needs would include tuition, books, board, or supplies. I would use this scholarship to support my future endeavors by building tuition money. I want to graduate with as little debt as possible. I come from a low-income family and know that my parents can not pay for my college education. I am thankful for all their support and how far they have pushed me to go. I would add this scholarship as money for my tuition and tuition only. I want to accomplish my goals and dreams without worrying about financial restraints. The long-term career plan I established would be to graduate with my medical assistant certificate and advanced diploma. Next, I will obtain my bachelor's degree in biology. Then, go to Virginia Eastern Medical School to become a certificated Ob-gyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child into someone's arms brings me back to the amount of joy. I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since that visit. These are the goals I will accomplish within the next ten years.

"Ma'am? Dr. Dowling will see you now," the nurse informed. My grandmother, mom, and I stood up. She escorted us into the exam room. I knew better, but I began to touch everything. The glove box, tongue depressor jar, cotton pad jar, the box of bandaids! When my mom arrived from the restroom, she gave," The look," I sat proper. "Mom, how much longer?" I started deflating after a few minutes. "The doctor is busy, Kayla, just a little longer," she was holding my grandmother's hand. My mother always comforted her mom after every visit. Although she did not intend to go into health care, she became my grandmother's best caregiver. My mom has never been a selfish person. The moment she knows that she can help others, she does. I have seen her recuse a bird from the highway, donate groceries she just bought, and give me the bigger half of her candy. Every day, she was there for me from the moment I opened my eyes until I closed them. When I was ten, my grandmother suffered two strokes. My mom, being an only child, took care of her completely. She bathed, cooked, cleaned, and did so much more. Anything my grandmother needed was taken care of instantly. My mom would remember every medication, doctor, and incident date. She cared for my grandmother for seven years until she needed advanced care. The integrity and kindness my mom displays motivate me. It was her second pregnancy that confirmed my want to become a doctor. Watching her be mistreated made me want to become a doctor. Because if I can protect my patients, I feel as though I am protecting her as well. I will always go the extra mile because of her. My mom is forever my motivation.

"Kayla?" my mother said," Guess who's going to school!" I put down my teapot. "I am?" I asked her and ran into her arms. "Yes, you are! You start next week!" We sat there hugging on my bed for a long time. After a while, we were both in tears. My mom because her baby was going to school. I, because I would be away from her for so long. We left for home and went to Newport News to meet my dad. As I told him about my news, he looked elated. I had been home-schooled for two years before fourth grade. He hugged me very tightly and told me he believed in me. They picked out my uniform for that first day and walked me into the building. I told myself, "This is where it all begins," and took my first step. In almost all schools I have attended, I have seen, "If knowledge is power, then consider me armed and dangerous!" printed on the classroom doors. The young man on the poster holds a pencil while standing with one foot on a stack of books. I followed his gaze to the ceiling, where more characters just like him awaited. I always knew that I would have to get the best grades. I stayed awake for days or sometimes slept for three hours. My parents would resort to turning the Wi-Fi off. Little did they know, I had a flashlight and notebooks full of lessons. I did not care how much I would sacrifice. I put the effort in and beat the other kids for top grades. Sometimes, I was a bit cheeky in how I won. But, to the victor goes the spoils. When I saw my report card full of A's and a letter from congress, I was satisfied. In 2018, I began high school, and something changed. Students would cry, fight, or lie over grades. I saw how affected my fellow classmates were. I learned that some countries did not have easy access to education. I also met students of diverse backgrounds. To me, my education was the most influential thing in the world. My job or career options would be limited without my education. I woke up and decided to work harder than before. I want to be an ob-gyn more than anything. I always aim high for my education and do my best to meet everyone's standards. Most of all, I make sure to meet my own. Over my years of schooling, I have had a mixed reaction to receiving assignments in class or otherwise. Now that I am a high school and college attendant, it matters more to me that I learn something. I plan to make the most of my education by completing high school first. I will take my advanced studies diploma and go to a four-year college. Next, I will pass my MCAT and get into Easter Medical School in Virginia. Then, I will start to work at Riverside or Sentara hospital. I will continue to invest in myself and other small businesses until I can build my own clinic one day. No one will ever stop me from becoming a doctor. I have taken my first steps by becoming a student medical assistant. My education is everything. I plan to use my education to improve women's healthcare. I know the value of having a true education and can not wait for my future. I am going to work hard, become a doctor, and make the world a better place.

As a two-year-old little girl in the Bronx, I would frequent the hospital with my mother and grandmother. While my grandma was a tough character she also had many life-threatening health conditions. My mother would often have to assist her with all her appointments which meant I would tag along. I remember walking or taking the bus sometimes to the clinics and hospitals with them and getting lost inside the world of medicine. It all felt like a shiny new world the moment I stepped off the elevator. The usual introductions began of why we were here. My mother had me sit in her lap, "If you have some more time, could you explain to Kayla what your job is?" The woman looked at me and smiled, "Well, Miss Kayla, do you know what I am?" I looked at her without hesitation, "You take care of women, right?" she chuckled, "Yes, that is part of the job but, my title is an Obgyn." My eyebrows crinkled, "A what?" She pulled out a little card and handed it to me," It means obstetrician-gynecologist, I specialize in providing medical care to women and teen girls for periods, pregnancy, and any other concerns for their bodies." I turned the little card over with its white background, "So you can help anyone?" She smiled and took my hand, "Yes, that's what my staff and I do." She rose and gathered her paperwork as my mother finished her follow-up questions. I walked out into the hallway with her and watched all the nurses and doctors interacting. A feeling came over me, and I just let go of her hand. I liked it, I did like it! I liked the noises, the way they talked, those uniforms, the smiles, their body moments even! I stood in the hallways watching them curiously, and they waved to me. "Are you all right?" my mother took my hand. "Yes!" I jumped up and felt the card clutched inside my hand. The staff resumed their daily life in the office, and my grandmother's doctor handed her the final slip. "So, Miss Santiago, did you decide?" she leaned down a little bit to look me in the eye. "I'm going to be a doctor! I'm going to be a doctor!" I got onto my tiptoes with my other arm in the air excitedly. My mom kissed my cheek, and said, "I knew you would," we left for home. Ever since then, I always wanted to become a doctor. My grandmother moved to Virginia soon, causing me to meet Nequita Dowling. Her impact on my childhood and early teen years will never leave my mind. I want to hold myself to her standard always. My long-term career plan would be to gain my medical assistant certificate and then go to Virginia Eastern medical school to become a certificated Obgyn. I want to improve the lives of women and young girls in need of personal care. I want to lower the number of women afraid to come in for help. The idea that I would improve healthcare and place a child into someone's arms brings me back to the amount of joy. My mantra is to be the change I want in the world, no matter what. I am never going to stop or give up my dream. I have never wanted something more in my life since that visit. I regret that I can not remember that doctor's name and that I never got to say, "Thank you!" to Dr. Dowling.

Usually, when humans see people that are different from them, they make assumptions about them. It could be about having different genders, cultures, or just dialects. But, at the same time, these assumptions can be very hurtful and lead to very xenophobic conversations. Battling these assumptions despite what their intent is can be strenuous. People assume I am an immigrant after telling them I am Puerto Rican. Racial adversity was never uncommon for me. I did my best to give out correct information, but sometimes my best efforts stood in vain. Numerous students and history teachers did not believe I was Puerto Rican and called me a liar. Some would go as far as to say that the Island of Puerto Rico did not exist. However, the most disrespectful assumption made by all was that I was an immigrant. In 1917, Puerto Rico finally became a part of the United States as a territory. The first time I was called an immigrant was in sixth grade during lunch. I was sitting with Rachael, who was half Japanese, and two caucasian boys. Our eyes were glued to the Tv screen with Donald Trump's face. The captions under talked about what he thought of immigrants. Logan smiled like a Cheshire. "I love that man," he laughed so hard he fell over red. I looked down at him," Why? He's outwardly racist." Logan shot up quickly," I know it's excellent!" I scooted back and shot a look at Rachael. "He's gonna get rid of all these dirty immigrants like her!" Logan shouted. Logan faced me," Don't you agree?" he smiled brighter. "No," I cooly remarked my hand over Racheal's. "Why not?" pressured Noah. "Simple," I raised my eyes," I am Puerto Rican." Any traces of a smile vanished. "W-what!" Logan exclaimed as Noah's jaw dropped. "I am Puerto Rican. That makes me Hispanic and Latin," I smirked proudly and continued to stare them down. Logan's face darkened," You're illegal!" he shouted pointing his finger. Noah reached over, fluffing my hair. I swatted his hand away and fixed my bun," Because of colonization, my Taíno ancestors were killed and forced to breed with African slaves. My features are casual." Racheal gave me a reassuring squeeze. "So you're just an immigrant then, aren't you?" Logan sneered. So many memories of uncomfortable racism flooded my mind. "My family lives in New York or Puerto Rico. We do not need green cards and never will." I rose and stood at eye level with Logan challenging him. My tone was icy yet fluid, and I felt prideful. No one will ever make me give up my love for who I am. Determination through frustration is what I can take away from that experience. While I felt upset, he would not have the satisfaction of defeating me. People always make assumptions. But, I continue to educate despite the racial adversity. Being Puerto Rican will always be a part of me. It will never be my misfortune.