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Art
Ballet
Bible Study
Calligraphy
Church
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Cooking
Ethics
Foreign Languages
French
Guitar
Henna
Human Resources
Human Rights
Journaling
Journalism
Learning
Liberal Arts and Humanities
Mental Health
Mentoring
Music
Occupational Therapy
Philosophy
Piano
Poetry
Politics and Political Science
Psychology
Public Relations
Public Speaking
Research
Singing
Social Justice
Social Work
Songwriting
Speech and Debate
Spirituality
Stargazing
Studying
Teaching
Community Service And Volunteering
Volunteering
Walking
Writing
Youth Group
Reading
Academic
Biography
Christianity
Classics
Humanities
Philosophy
Psychology
Spirituality
I read books daily
Kylie Archer
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Kylie Archer
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I'm a poet, philocalist, and amateur philosopher at heart. My life has been that of a global nomad, roaming around the earth for humanitarian work with my family. I have held hungry, sweaty babies under the West African sun, listened to the tragic tales of my Middle Eastern friends in European hubs for immigrants, gone over English flashcards with refugees in urban cities within the United States, and spent endless hours mentoring young girls in every place I have gone.
I have also served as a community assistant for an online writing program (The Young Writer's Workshop) where I helped monitor community health, engaged in mental-health conversations with struggling teens, and offered writing aid on a regular basis.
In all of these things, I have seen the brokenness of this world. But I have seen beauty too. And the beauty is worth chasing. This spark of light in darkness compels me to dig deeper into the goodness of every moment--to spend my life serving others. It is for this reason that I intend to major in psychology with the goal of serving cross-culturally through crisis and trauma counseling. As a high-school senior, I desire to enter college in pursuit of resources and knowledge to help hurting people, because I have met the hurting people. I have seen their faces, I have held their hands, I have walked their lands. I have learned to love them...and I want to spend my life spilling that love upon them.
Education
Liberty University Online Academy
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Psychology, General
- Clinical, Counseling and Applied Psychology
- Social Work
Career
Dream career field:
Psychology
Dream career goals:
Teaching a classroom of preschoolers, organizing lessons and activities, supervising children, interacting with families, team-building with teachers, and problem-solving in critical medical or emotional situations.
Christian Daycare2023 – 20241 yearMental health advocate and writing mentor for middle school students. Supported students in mental health crises, applied professional compassion in sensitive situations, communicated effectively and respectfully.
The Young Writer's Workshop2022 – 20231 year
Public services
Volunteering
Local Church — Teaching English to immigrants and refugees, engaging in English discussion for conversational practice, encouraging language efforts, aiding in cultural adjustment to American life.2023 – 2023Volunteering
National Beta Club — Playing with the children, reading stories, holding little ones.2023 – 2025
Future Interests
Advocacy
Volunteering
Philanthropy
Waves of Inspiration Scholarship
Asking an artist "why" they produce art is like asking a human why they breathe.
Just as lungs fill with air, oxygen pulsing in human veins out of duty not desire, so also poems spill from a poet's soul not by request but by essence. The painter, likewise, does not paint because he enjoys the painting, the painter paints because the painting lives within his mind in such fullness that it spills upon the physical canvas.
The answer to my "why" as an artist is as simple as my "why" as a human: because I am.
Because I exist, I am human. Because art exists within me, I am an artist. There is no escaping the mold of a potter or the mind of a poet; there is only accepting. It runs in my veins, it is etched in my words, it makes its bed in the hollows of my heart and its home in the corridors of my mind. It is within my very blood and soul, because my fingers pulse with the magic of imagination and my thoughts are bound up in the wings of wonder.
You may ask why I am an artist, but I am too busy asking why I am human...why I am anything at all. And I suppose, therein lies the answer. Because only an artist would ask that question.