Recently, I've realized that I like to be in control. Throughout my life, I’ve carefully planned every step, always preferring structure and certainty. Because of this, I initially disliked watercolor painting. The medium felt unpredictable, flowing beyond the outlines and precision I was used to. However, watercolor eventually taught me one of the most valuable lessons of my life: how to let go. One day, overwhelmed by anxiety about school, friendships, and being far from home, I decided to sit down and paint. For the first time, I worked without a detailed sketch and allowed the watercolor to move freely across the page. As I watched the colors spread and blend, I felt a sense of relief. Watercolor became more than a medium; it became a way to express emotions I could not always put into words. Its transparency, softness, and unpredictability taught me to embrace imperfections and trust the process. My love for watercolor comes from its ability to tell stories. As an artist, storyteller, and aspiring art historian, I am fascinated by the details that reveal deeper meanings about people, cultures, and experiences. I plan to pursue a career in art history, where I hope to preserve and share the stories that art carries across generations. Through my studies and creative work, I want to help others connect with the histories and identities that shape us. The first watercolor painting I submitted was inspired by my Mexican heritage and my love for Día de los Muertos. The painting features a winged figure surrounded by floating lights, candles, and symbols of memory and time. As the daughter of Mexican immigrants, I wanted to celebrate the beauty of a tradition that honors loved ones who have passed away while reminding us that they continue to live through our memories. Creating this piece allowed me to reconnect with my culture and reflect on the importance of family, ancestry, and remembrance. My second watercolor painting was inspired by my cat, Zennie. Surrounded by strawberries, pastries, and flowers, the painting captures the joy and comfort he brings to my life. While my first piece explores heritage and memory, this painting reflects happiness, creativity, and the beauty found in everyday moments. Together, these paintings represent different parts of who I am. Through watercolor, I have learned to tell my own stories, celebrate my roots, and find beauty in both life's profound and ordinary moments.

Whoever said that traditions are overrated is wrong. Traditions exist to give us a sense of comfort and security. A book wouldn’t exist without a draft. A painting wouldn’t be appreciated if it weren’t for the first sketch. The Eiffel Tower wouldn’t be tangible without the plans made by the architect. I still remember the time I got my hands on my first New York Times newspaper. The smell and the thin paper were invigorating, and the big pages and primitive structure made me feel like I was starring Forest Gump. As a book lover, it was my responsibility to preserve this art. My high school hadn’t had a newspaper in over fourteen years. With two friends, we opened a club for driven young writers. As editor-in-chief, I created a plan to establish the school’s newspaper again. Around the time we’d made progress, I got in contact with the teacher in charge of student ideas and demands. She refused the possibility of funding our print since they were trying to save money for other school events of more significance. Additionally, she advised us to publish it online if we were serious about it, but my commitment to preserving a tangible tradition became impregnable. The next day, I told them the news. If looks could cut, their look of defeat was worth a thousand cuts. There was an option to settle and print it in normal paper. Our biggest obstacle was discouragement. They were so bumped by the fact that our work would not pay off in the end. But our main goal was so the students of my high school would be able to fully experience getting their weekly newspaper by the front gate. My dad drove me to several places in San Diego asking if they did newsprint. None did. I searched online for hours until I finally found a website that printed newspapers and delivered them. I gathered my team for the next meeting and led a conference where we would brainstorm ideas to fundraise. I made sure that all their ideas were equally implemented in our plan. We did raffles, and sales, and hosted some small events. Every Tuesday students rushed to the entrance to get a copy. It was at that moment that I felt like it had all been worth it. Despite the limitations, our passion accomplished a tradition to prevail. Obstacles are meant to make you reflect on how much you yearn for a dream. If is not that important one will surrender, if it is, then obstacles are small stones one can easily kick. My diligence and perseverance led us to succeed and become published writers. This experience brought us all together and created a family of students from all four years of high school. All with unique ideas and creative minds. This journey improved my self-expression and leadership skills and made me acknowledge the importance of encouraging young minds to follow their dreams and aspirations. Therefore, this sparked my decision to become an English teacher. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. As I plan to volunteer in the poorest parts of Mexico, Africa, and India to teach families literacy, I hope my ambitions will take me all around the world. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in creative writing to help me motivate students to advocate for what they think is right and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

*Crack* My left foot twisted. I reached to grab the stair rail but I was already rolling down the stairs like a Bolling ball. “No, no, no, no. This can’t be happening.” My phone had cracked, and the pain in my foot was unbearable. My mom wasn’t home, and I couldn’t even plant my foot on the ground. Then a thought crept into my mind: How was I going to play at the game this week? My first game and I had failed once again. The thought of having to go to school and walk all over campus in crutches hadn’t even crossed the mind of the girl sitting on the cold floor at 9:00 pm bawling her eyes out. I could only focus on one thing: My parents’ disillusion when they realized they wouldn’t be cheering for their daughter at her first game. I pictured my coach’s expression when she realized her worst player wouldn’t be attending the game (one less worry off the list). The thing is, I’ve never been good at sports, academics was my thing. But regardless of my devotion and my determination, I’ve always been the player who befriends the bench. This game was my chance to show everyone, even myself, that if I set a goal for myself, I could accomplish it. It seemed my foot was in disagreement since I was in no condition to play, or even walk with my fracture. My days were spent with a stormy cloud above my head and a frown that kept me from crying. People would see me struggle and almost shrug as they resumed their conversation with their friends when all I wanted was to be seen. On a particular rainy day, I was struggling to walk to my classes, when one of my crutches slipped and I fell, my cast being the first to touch the floor. I screamed in pain and opened my eyes to everybody gasping, but nobody helping. That night, I went straight to my computer and deleted all the articles about languages and traveling I had written for the school newspaper and wrote a story about solidarity. I wanted to reach people and portray the importance of offering a hand. Not just for me, but for all those people needing a shoulder to lean on. My words were finally printed in the monthly newspaper and I was commended by the principal. At the end of the day, I stopped thinking about what people thought about me and how could I please others and began focusing on what I could do for others and what I thought of myself. As editor, I posted in the newspaper that I had created an email account for students to send me their thoughts, worries, or pains that they wanted others to hear. I dedicated my time to giving others a voice of their own and helped foster a school community that prioritized their students’ well-being and peace of mind. Regarding mistakes, resentment creates bitterness. On the other hand, maintaining an open mind and learning that you can use it to your advantage, creates opportunities. This sparked my decision to become an English teacher. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in creative writing to help me motivate students to advocate for what they think is right and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

Writing is the hand that reaches out into the world and tries to reassure us that we are not alone. It is the umbrella to keep us dry through the many inevitable storms that formulate throughout our lives. For me, I do not want to just write for myself but to give a voice to others. Connections do not have to be bound in blood but from the inspiration of others. Writing helps establish those connections between people, giving them an escape from their troubles. In literature, books serve as the Platform 9 3/4 of reality and reading is our portal to a better world. The Way I Used To Be by Amber Smith is a courageous storytelling that displays the potent impact pain can have on an individual, and how that person can change because of it. It ventures through a journey of self-discovery where the memories of our past selves intertwine with who we want to become. The journey of Eden as she reinvents herself has inspired and shattered my heart most beautifully, convincing me that it is okay to not be okay. Accepting the love that we think we deserve can be degrading if we don't put ourselves as a priority. I finally learned that everybody is capable of change, of blooming into something as beautiful as a dandelion. If He Had Been With Me by Laura Nowlin, reveals the theme of maturity and genuine love. It reminds our beloved community of the process of loss, leaving us heartbroken. It taught me that love can endure anything if we fight for it. Through Finny, we are shown that patience and kindness are values that will take us far if we are genuine and truly long for something. In addition, our goals are important if we believe in ourselves and enjoy every minute we have next to the people we love. I learned about the significance of nurturing our relationships and valuing people. Lastly, Lightlark by Alex Aster is an intriguing and intoxicating fantasy of women's strength and potential. Portraying an exciting plot for us to travel through the world of Isla and acknowledge that nobody can tell us our worth or what we are capable of. Isla taught me that we all are capable of making our own decisions and taking control of our lives. By defying all expectations, it is indicated that no mountain is high enough for us to reach; the power is in our minds and our will to be happy. This book divulges the crucial part of trust and forgiveness. I grasped what it takes to be a winner, the cost of ambition, sacrifices, and overcoming adversity. These words are a tribute to these characters who have a special place in my heart, and whom I could not thank enough for changing my life and daily habits. I finally have become the person I've always wanted to be: resilient, brave, honest, and mature. This reading journey made me acknowledge the importance of encouraging young minds to follow their dreams and aspirations. To find themselves, love deeply, and fight to accomplish their goals. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in creative writing to motivate students to advocate for what they think is right, the beauty of reading, and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

Whoever said that traditions are overrated is wrong. Traditions exist to give us a sense of comfort and security. A book wouldn’t exist without a draft. A painting wouldn’t be appreciated if it weren’t for the first sketch. The Eiffel Tower wouldn’t be tangible without the plans made by the architect. I still remember the time I got my hands on my first New York Times newspaper. The smell and the thin paper were invigorating, and the big pages, pictures, and primitive structure made me feel like I was starring Forest Gump. As a book lover, it was my responsibility to preserve this art. My high school hadn’t had a newspaper in over fourteen years. With two friends, we opened a club for driven young writers. As editor-in-chief, I created a plan to establish the school’s newspaper again. Around the time we’d made progress, I got in contact with the teacher in charge of student ideas and demands. She refused the possibility of funding our print since they were trying to save money for other school events of more significance. Additionally, she advised us to publish it online if we were serious about it, but my commitment to preserving a tangible tradition became impregnable. The next day, I told them the news. If looks could cut, their look of defeat was worth a thousand cuts. There was an option to settle and print it in normal paper. Our biggest obstacle was discouragement. They were so bumped by the fact that our work would not pay off in the end. But our main goal was so the students of my high school would be able to fully experience getting their weekly newspaper by the front gate. My dad drove me to several places in San Diego asking if they did newsprint. None did. I searched online for hours until I finally found a website that printed newspapers and delivered them. I gathered my team for the next meeting and led a conference where we would brainstorm ideas to fundraise. I made sure that all their ideas were equally implemented in our plan. We did raffles, and sales, and hosted some small events. Every Tuesday students rushed to the entrance to get a copy. It was at that moment that I felt like it had all been worth it. Despite the limitations, our passion accomplished a tradition to prevail. Obstacles are meant to make you reflect on how much you yearn for a dream. If it is not that important one will surrender, if it is, then obstacles are small stones one can easily kick. I would go through all the late-night expressos if it meant to see my peers’ ‘in awe’ expressions all over again. My diligence and perseverance led us to succeed and become published writers. This experience improved my self-expression and leadership skills and made me acknowledge the importance of encouraging young minds to follow their dreams and aspirations. Therefore, this sparked my decision to become an English teacher. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in creative writing to help me achieve that dream. I’ll finally be equipped and wise to offer feedback, motivate students to advocate for what they think is right and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

Whoever said that traditions are overrated is wrong. Traditions exist to give us a sense of comfort and security. A book wouldn’t exist without a draft. A painting wouldn’t be appreciated if it weren’t for the first sketch. The Eiffel Tower wouldn’t be tangible without the plans made by the architect. I still remember the time I got my hands on my first New York Times newspaper. The smell and the thin paper were invigorating, and the big pages and primitive structure made me feel like I was starring Forest Gump. As a book lover, it was my responsibility to preserve this art. My high school hadn’t had a newspaper in over fourteen years. With two friends, we opened a club for driven young writers. As editor-in-chief, I created a plan to establish the school’s newspaper again. Around the time we’d made progress, I got in contact with the teacher in charge of student ideas and demands. She refused the possibility of funding our print since they were trying to save money for other school events of more significance. Additionally, she advised us to publish it online if we were serious about it, but my commitment to preserving a tangible tradition became impregnable. The next day, I told them the news. If looks could cut, their look of defeat was worth a thousand cuts. There was an option to settle and print it in normal paper. Our biggest obstacle was discouragement. They were so bumped by the fact that our work would not pay off in the end. But our main goal was so the students of my high school would be able to fully experience getting their weekly newspaper by the front gate. My dad drove me to several places in San Diego asking if they did newsprint. None did. I searched online for hours until I finally found a website that printed newspapers and delivered them. I gathered my team for the next meeting and led a conference where we would brainstorm ideas to fundraise. I made sure that all their ideas were equally implemented in our plan. We did raffles, and sales, and hosted some small events. Every Tuesday students rushed to the entrance to get a copy. It was at that moment that I felt like it had all been worth it. Despite the limitations, our passion accomplished a tradition to prevail. Obstacles are meant to make you reflect on how much you yearn for a dream. If it is not that important one will surrender, if it is, then obstacles are small stones one can easily kick. I would go through all the late-night expressos if it meant to see my peers’ ‘in awe’ expressions all over again. My diligence and perseverance led us to succeed and become published writers. This experience improved my self-expression and leadership skills and made me acknowledge the importance of encouraging young minds to follow their dreams and aspirations. Therefore, this sparked my decision to become an English teacher. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in creative writing to help me achieve that dream. I’ll finally be equipped and wise to offer feedback, motivate students to advocate for what they think is right, and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

Whoever said that traditions are overrated is wrong. Traditions exist to give us a sense of comfort and security. A book wouldn’t exist without a draft. A painting wouldn’t be appreciated if it weren’t for the first sketch. The Eiffel Tower wouldn’t be tangible without the plans made by the architect. I still remember the time I got my hands on my first New York Times newspaper. The smell and the thin paper were invigorating, and the big pages and primitive structure made me feel like I was starring Forest Gump. As a book lover, it was my responsibility to preserve this art. My high school hadn’t had a newspaper in over fourteen years. With two friends, we opened a club for driven young writers. As editor-in-chief, I created a plan to establish the school’s newspaper again. Around the time we’d made progress, I got in contact with the teacher in charge of student ideas and demands. She refused the possibility of funding our print since they were trying to save money for other school events of more significance. Additionally, she advised us to publish it online if we were serious about it, but my commitment to preserving a tangible tradition became impregnable. The next day, I told them the news. If looks could cut, their look of defeat was worth a thousand cuts. There was an option to settle and print it in normal paper. Our biggest obstacle was discouragement. They were so bumped by the fact that our work would not pay off in the end. But our main goal was so the students of my high school would be able to fully experience getting their weekly newspaper by the front gate. My dad drove me to several places in San Diego asking if they did newsprint. None did. I searched online for hours until I finally found a website that printed newspapers and delivered them. I gathered my team for the next meeting and led a conference where we would brainstorm ideas to fundraise. I made sure that all their ideas were equally implemented in our plan. We did raffles, and sales, and hosted some small events. Every Tuesday students rushed to the entrance to get a copy. It was at that moment that I felt like it had all been worth it. Despite the limitations, our passion accomplished a tradition to prevail. Obstacles are meant to make you reflect on how much you yearn for a dream. If it is not that important one will surrender, if it is, then obstacles are small stones one can easily kick. I would go through all the late-night expressos if it meant to see my peers’ ‘in awe’ expressions all over again. My diligence and perseverance led us to succeed and become published writers. This experience improved my self-expression and leadership skills and made me acknowledge the importance of encouraging young minds to follow their dreams and aspirations. Therefore, this sparked my decision to become an English teacher. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in creative writing to help me achieve that dream. I’ll finally be equipped and wise to offer feedback, motivate students to advocate for what they think is right and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

In the world of literature, #BookTok serves as the Platform 9 3/4 of reality. A virtual influencer that emerged in the form of a community to captivate book lovers and spark deep conversation about the meaning of writing. #Booktok has impacted profoundly the lives of readers, including myself, by thoroughly recommending stories with strong and vital life lessons that help us mature and grow. These testaments have the power to indulge us in a world full of possibilities through conversations and the transformative power of storytelling. My ideal bookshelf would be a record of diverse narratives that kindle strong connections between the reader and the words. This bookshelf will have the power to outburst emotions and bring out the best in anyone by fostering self-love and empowerment. At the heart of my ideal bookshelf is The Way I Used To Be by Amber Smith. This courageous storytelling has displayed the potent impact that pain can have on an individual, and how that person can change. It ventures through a journey of self-discovery where the memories of our past selves intertwine with who we want to become. The journey of Eden as she reinvents herself has inspired and sympathetically broke the #Booktok community. The emotional narrative shatters our hearts most beautifully, convincing us that it is okay to not be okay. Accepting the love that we think we deserve can be degrading if we don't put ourselves as a priority. And that everybody is capable of change, of blooming into something as beautiful as a dandelion. Equally a 'must' in an ideal bookshelf is If He Had Been With Me by Laura Nowlin. This coming-of-age novel reveals the theme of maturity and genuine love. Reminding our beloved community of the process of loss, leaving us heartbroken. It teaches us that love can endure anything if we fight for it. Through Finny, we are shown that patience and kindness are values that will take us far if we are genuine and truly long for something. In addition, our goals are important if we believe in ourselves and enjoy every minute we have next to the people we love. Teaching us the significance of nurturing our relationships and valuing people. Lastly, Lightlark by Alex Aster is an intriguing and intoxicating fantasy of women's strength and potential. Portraying an exciting plot for us to travel through the world of Isla and acknowledge that nobody can tell us our worth or what we are capable of. Isla taught us that we all are capable of making our own decisions and taking control of our lives. By getting the opportunity to defy all expectations, it is indicated that no mountain is high enough for us to reach; the power is in our minds and our will to be happy. This book divulges the crucial part of trust and forgiveness. It is a must-have to learn about what it takes to be a winner, the cost of ambition, and sacrifices. Yet, inspiring anybody to overcome adversity. My ideal bookshelf not only exhibits my reading preferences but also the lasting impact that these magnificent works of art have made in the #BookTok community. The literary community has, in fact, celebrated these titles through vibrant conversations about their reading experiences and recommendations. These words stand as a tribute to these characters who have a special place in all our hearts, whom I could not thank enough for changing my life and daily habits. I finally have become the person I've always wanted to be: resilient, brave, honest, and mature.

Writing is the hand that reaches out into the world and tries to reassure us that we are not alone. It is the umbrella that keeps us dry through the many inevitable storms that formulate throughout our lives. For me, I do not want to write for myself but to give a voice to others. Connections do not have to be bound in blood but from the inspiration of others. Storytelling helps establish those connections between people, giving them an escape from their troubles. Storytelling has always been my ‘coping mechanism.’ Whenever I can’t find the solution to a problem, I write it down, and it becomes less intimidating. Growing up I found comfort in the stories of my nanny Belem. Every Tuesday, Belem brought me to the poorest neighborhood in my community to volunteer at the homeless shelter. I saw people my age coming in to take the food which Belem and I helped cook and pack. From afar, I watched as she joked and laughed with them. Their vulnerability made the hairs on my arms stand up. My routine was reading to the children who sat and enjoyed their meal. After each day I journaled about my experience. It was a reminder that other people had it rougher than me. Inspired by Belem, I began volunteering at St. Paul’s Service Center, a residence for senior citizens, where I used storytelling to uplift others. Maggie, one of the residents, is as stubborn as a mule. I’ve grown to enjoy her negativity and her weekly complaints about how the staff always burns the coffee. Maggie has one daughter, who never visits. I think this weighs on Maggie’s heart. One week, after dinner, I worked on a story for Maggie: A Mother and Daughter’s Tumultuous Journey to Reconciliation. As she read, her face suddenly seemed younger, her posture shifted, her jaw relaxed, and her eyes, which normally were hardened, had a sense of brevity to them. She teared up, looked at me, and smiled; she looked somewhat restored. But offering her my words also allowed me to reflect on my own life. I realized that storytelling has the power to heal, bridge gaps, foster empathy, and inspire action. This strengthened my decision to become a writer. A catalyst person in my life made me aware that everyone needs a helping hand from time to time. I am a person who values connectivity. I try to be present for everyone, so they don’t feel alone and powerless. But when I can't be physically available, I resort to writing. I want to create a place for people—even if it only exists in their minds—where they feel safe. That’s what I hope to bring to a college campus, my workplace, and the years and places to come. Hopefully, I can remind those who read my words, that we are, together, human and deserving of love.

I was educated by a single mother who worked hard every day so I could be happy. I watched her struggle in between jobs so she would be at peace when spending time with me without worrying about what she would feed me later or if she’d be able to afford it. The devastating part of that phase in our lives was knowing that she forgot to take care of her needs and her mental health. Growing up I had to watch her give up and then pick up the pieces by herself. It exhausted her, but my hands were tied, and I didn’t know how to help her besides house chores. I can’t imagine how challenging it would’ve been for her if she was completely alone and pregnant. During my high school years, my friends and I did raffles from time to time and created specialized aid boxes for homeless moms in Mexico. We put together hygiene products and essentials for women we would see on the streets or on the USA/Mexican border who were asking for money to sustain their families. These kinds of projects brought more people from my school together with the sole purpose of being part of something bigger than themselves. The gratitude from the mothers we helped was inexplicably fulfilling and we forged special connections with every one of them that have changed our lives. My mom has still struggled in between jobs to make sure I can pay for my college tuition. I’ve witnessed firsthand how my mom wakes up at three in the morning and helps me find scholarships online. As she glues herself to her computer, exhausted, she manages to read books, watch videos, and drink about four cups of coffee. Living in a world of divorced parents in the border town of Tijuana, Mexico, sharpened my adaptability. Instead of dueling on what I couldn’t control, I was motivated to be a catalyst for change and focused my efforts on supporting immigrants in Tijuana. Every time I crossed the border for school, I would see them camping on cold, rainy days and getting covered in mud. I volunteered at the Casa del Migrante, or the Migrant’s House, and continued offering the specialized aid boxes that I learned to put together during my high school years. I began volunteering at St. Paul’s Service Center for Senior Citizens, where I used storytelling to uplift others. Like when I wrote a story for Maggie, a resident at St. Paul’s, about a mother and daughter’s reconciliation. I realized that storytelling has the power to heal, bridge gaps, foster empathy, and inspire action. All these experiences and recognition for awareness strengthened my decision to become a writer and pursue higher education. In college, I want to make others aware that lending a hand forms a strong bond with people, and a kind gesture like this can mean everything to a stranger. Pursuing higher education in this field will allow me to improve my self-expression, enhance my ability for storytelling, and inspire others to seek a future that encompasses their passion. I believe in the importance of earning a college degree; therefore, in contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a Master's in this artistic field to finally be equipped and offer younger generations accurate feedback. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence, hoping to one day become as independent and strong as my mom is.

I was educated by a single mother who worked hard every day so I could be happy. I watched her struggle in between jobs so she would be at peace when spending time with me without worrying about what she would feed me later or if she’d be able to afford it. The devastating part of that phase in our lives was knowing that she forgot to take care of her needs and her mental health. Growing up I had to watch her give up and then pick up the pieces by herself. It exhausted her, but my hands were tied, and I didn’t know how to help her besides house chores. I can’t imagine how challenging it would’ve been for her if she was completely alone and pregnant. During my high school years, my friends and I did raffles from time to time and created specialized aid boxes for homeless moms in Mexico. We put together hygiene products and essentials for women we would see on the streets or on the USA/Mexican border who were asking for money to sustain their families. These kinds of projects brought more people from my school together with the sole purpose of being part of something bigger than themselves. The gratitude from the mothers we helped was inexplicably fulfilling and we forged special connections with every one of them that have changed our lives. My mom has still struggled in between jobs to make sure I can pay for my college tuition. I’ve witnessed firsthand how my mom wakes up at three in the morning and helps me find scholarships online. As she glues herself to her computer, exhausted, she manages to read books, watch videos, and drink about four cups of coffee. Living in a world of divorced parents in the border town of Tijuana, Mexico, sharpened my adaptability. Instead of dueling on what I couldn’t control, I was motivated to be a catalyst for change and focused my efforts on supporting immigrants in Tijuana. Every time I crossed the border for school, I would see them camping on cold, rainy days and getting covered in mud. I volunteered at the Casa del Migrante, or the Migrant’s House, and continued offering the specialized aid boxes that I learned to put together during my high school years. I began volunteering at St. Paul’s Service Center for Senior Citizens, where I used storytelling to uplift others. Like when I wrote a story for Maggie, a resident at St. Paul’s, about a mother and daughter’s reconciliation. I realized that storytelling has the power to heal, bridge gaps, foster empathy, and inspire action. All these experiences and recognition for awareness strengthened my decision to become a writer and pursue higher education. In college, I want to make others aware that lending a hand forms a strong bond with people, and a kind gesture like this can mean everything to a stranger. Pursuing higher education in this field will allow me to improve my self-expression, enhance my ability for storytelling, and inspire others to seek a future that encompasses their passion. I believe in the importance of earning a college degree; therefore, in contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a Master's in this artistic field to finally be equipped and offer younger generations accurate feedback. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence, working to make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent and hoping to become as independent and strong as my mom is.

As a kid, had you ever even been excited when you mastered a new cartwheel technique and called out to your parents to watch you perform it? That is how I feel about marketing. Every time I’ve managed to enrich a skill or intrigue a client about a product or lure him into a new idea or strategy I feel exactly as if I was gazing at my parents’ glimmer of pride in their eyes. Having spent the past three years as an administrative assistant in different job opportunities, I have had the opportunity to develop a solid foundation in marketing and advertising. I have worked closely with the marketing department assisting in the development and implementation of various marketing campaigns and strategies. Through this experience, I have gained an understanding of market research, digital marketing, and social media management. I believe these skills will be valuable as my marketing career flourishes, by effectively analyzing market trends and contributing to the creation of well-targeted marketing initiatives. In my role as an administrative assistant, I also provided extensive project support, coordinating multiple projects simultaneously and ensuring their successful execution. I have developed strong organizational and time management skills, which I believe are transferable to future endeavors. As a marketing intern, I came to understand the importance of managing deadlines, prioritizing tasks, and maintaining effective communication with team members to ensure project milestones were met. My experience and project support have equipped me with the ability to handle multiple responsibilities efficiently, which will be crucial in supporting any marketing team’s initiatives. Furthermore, my administrative support background has honed my attention to detail, problem-solving abilities, and adaptability. These qualities are essential for a successful marketing saleswoman. With my keen eye for detail, I can meticulously review marketing materials, ensuring accuracy and consistency which enhances my sense of pride and security. My problem-solving skills enable me to identify potential roadblocks and find innovative solutions, while my adaptability allows me to easily navigate changing market dynamics and align marketing strategies accordingly. Beyond my skills and experience, leadership has been a prominent aspect of my professional growth, as I have often been entrusted with leading projects and teams. My ability to effectively communicate, motivate, and delegate tasks has contributed to successful collaborative efforts within my marketing team, allowing me to mature and grow in a professional setting. Innovation is another strength that I consistently bring to my work period. I enjoy thinking outside the box and finding creative approaches to challenges. This mindset allows me to generate fresh ideas and contribute to the overall marketing strategy. My critical thinking skills also enable me to analyze data, identify trends, and make informed decisions to optimize marketing campaigns. I believe that my love for marketing and my advertising knowledge, project support experience, and administrative skills make me a well-rounded aspirant working to succeed in a future career in this field. The thrill that I get whenever I design a new game plan or innovation is nothing compared to any so-called “butterflies” in the stomach. These are hawks motivated by the action and the wide range of cultural and interpersonal knowledge given by networking.

Whoever said that traditions are overrated is wrong. No matter their vintage facet or their antiquity. Traditions exist to give us a sense of comfort and security. A feeling that no matter the change and innovation this world can endure, we will always cherish and value the magic of an origin. A book wouldn’t exist without a draft. A painting wouldn’t be appreciated if it weren’t for the first sketch. The Eiffel Tower wouldn’t be tangible without the plans made by the architect. The same thing goes for the online realm which seems to be increasing day by day. Books have become e-books, and even newspapers have their websites. I still remember the time I got my hands on my first New York Times Newspaper. It made me feel wise. The big pages and primitive structure made me feel like I was starring Forest Gump. My high school hadn’t had a newspaper in over fourteen years. With two friends, we opened a club for driven young writers who were up for a challenge. As editor-in-chief, I put together a plan to establish the school’s newspaper once again. My team and I worked together day and night to put together a piece for printing. Around the time we had a few articles polished I approached the extracurricular committee and got in contact with a teacher. I showed her our progress and our determination to print the newspaper when we finished it. She told me that wouldn’t be possible since they were trying to save money for other school events of more significance. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. She advised us to publish it online if we were serious about it, but my commitment to preserving a tangible tradition became impregnable. Recalling my team’s dedication and excitement about the idea of being published in a newspaper led to my further decision. The next day, I told them the news. If looks could cut, their look of defeat was worth a thousand cuts. There was an option to settle and print it on normal paper, but it would look like a normal school assignment. Our biggest obstacle was discouragement. They were so bumped by the fact that our work would not pay off in the end. So, I decided I would not let them down. My dad supported me, and we drove to several places in San Diego asking if they did newsprint. None did. I didn’t give up and searched online for hours until I finally found a website that printed newspapers and delivered them. I gathered my team for the next meeting and led a conference where we would brainstorm ideas to fundraise. We did raffles, sales, and hosted some small events. In the end, I edited our masterpiece, and a week later we held up our hard work. Every Tuesday, students rushed to the entrance to get a copy while others shouted to their friends “Save me one!” Despite limitations, our passion accomplished a tradition to prevail. The overwhelming demand for copies affirmed the lasting impact of our efforts. Even the principal acknowledged and applauded our initiative, reinforcing the significance of the newspaper in our school community. I learned that no matter how complicated it might be, or unworthy in other people’s eyes, if a goal is meaningful to you, you should never give up. Obstacles are meant to make you reflect on how much you long for a dream. If is not that important one will surrender, if it is, then obstacles are small stones one can easily kick. My diligence and perseverance led us to succeed and become published writers. This experience brought us all together and created a family of students from all four years of high school. All with unique ideas and creative minds. This journey improved my self-expression and leadership skills and made me acknowledge the importance of encouraging young minds to follow their dreams and aspirations. Therefore, this sparked my decision of wanting to become an English teacher. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in creative writing to help me achieve that dream. I’ll finally be equipped and wise to offer feedback and motivate students to advocate for what they think is right and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

Gilmore Girls is my comfort series. It has a little bit of everything in it. From making you cry for hours to then making you die of laughter; this show is incomparable. The script is so well written it contains references about every detail from pop culture one can imagine. The lines are so vast, they never end. A character could have a monologue of ten minutes in a row, and it would never get boring (in fact, I think Kirk did with his weird-exotic attempts at screenplay). My point is that its originality appeals to all types of public, hence why so many people love it and why new generations find their home in this immortal storyline. Boredom will never cross people’s minds when they become spectators of the magic these girls convey. Romance, drama, comedy, coming-of-age, and family-friendly are all concepts that Gilmore Girls encompasses. It is a TV show I will never stop watching and that I hope to relive as many times as possible. I vowed to myself that in every stage that the three Gilmore girls have lived, I was going to rewatch the show. Until today, I’ve watched the show four times: the first time, then when I transferred to high school, when I had my first boyfriend, and when I graduated High school. My mom and I even recreated the scene when Rory and her mom make silly faces at each other when she walks to get her diploma. It was wholesome. I don’t only love Gilmore Girls because it’s iconic and a classic, but because it makes me feel understood. It helps me deal with hard emotions and understand the complexity of growing up and what it means to become a woman. But most importantly, it helped me reconnect with my mom. Our relationship has suffered several bumps for years and I would find it difficult to confide my feelings to her. Because of how she was raised, she found it difficult to fathom my feelings as well. Gilmore Girls was like opening my diary. I recall when I introduced it to her for the first time, I would glance at her to watch her expressions and reactions to similar scenarios I had been through that were depicted on the show. We would talk about the characters, and it allowed me to open up. It was almost as if she was giving me advice, thinking we were still talking about the characters on the show. Lorelai, Rory, Emily, Luke, Kirk, and many more characters have a special place in my heart. They have all inspired my life decisions and motivated me to become a better version of myself. Before this show, I had never realized how lucky I am to be a girl and to have the opportunity to create life. Now, I can’t wait till I’m all grown up to become a mother and journey to the wildness of raising a child. Also, because of Rory, I’ve decided to become a writer, hoping that one day I can match up with the talent of the writers who created this masterpiece. A comfort series is supposed to be a safe place where true happiness blooms, and that is what Gilmore Girls is for me. An alternate universe where I can be myself, as silly, dorky, and as hopelessly romantic as that might be.

Living in a world of divorced parents in the border town of Tijuana, Mexico, sharpened my adaptability. Transitioning to an education in the US revealed cultural disparities but left an enduring mark, affecting my mental health. The void left by my parents’ divorce fueled my mission: to foster inclusion and life fulfillment in others. Motivated to be a catalyst for change, I focused my efforts on supporting immigrants in Tijuana. Every time I crossed the border for school, I would see them camping on cold, rainy days and getting covered in mud. I volunteered at the Casa del Migrante or the Migrant’s House. Growing up I found comfort in the stories of my nanny Belem. It would be Belem who would spark the flame of the woman I yearn to become. Inspired by Belem, I began volunteering at St. Paul’s Service Center for Senior Citizens, where I used storytelling to uplift others. Like when I wrote a story for Maggie, a resident at St. Paul’s, about a mother and daughter’s reconciliation. I realized that storytelling has the power to heal, bridge gaps, foster empathy, and inspire action. This strengthened my decision to become a writer. Being selected for the “Our Destiny Our Future Scholarship” means that I will leave my beloved town in Mexico to be the first of my whole family ever to study college in the United States or abroad. My dad has worked day and night to provide for my family, and my mom has struggled in between jobs to make sure I can pay for my college tuition. I’ve witnessed firsthand how my mom wakes up at three in the morning and helps me find scholarships online. As she glues herself to her computer, exhausted, she manages to read books, watch videos, and drink about four cups of coffee. On the other hand, my dad sends me pictures of himself working on construction sites, full of sweat, fighting hunger, and the fatigue of working underneath the burning sun. I feel responsible for their hard work but I’m thankful that I have such supportive parents. In college, I want to make others aware that lending a hand forms a strong bond with people, and a kind gesture like this can mean everything to a stranger. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master’s in this artistic field to finally be equipped and offer younger generations accurate feedback. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. I will work to make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent. The purpose of my writing is to allow people to escape to a world without violence, fear, war, hunger, pressure, and loss. By fostering inclusivity and a positive attitude, I plan to recruit fellow students to volunteer in clubs such as ‘Letters of Love,’ a community devoted to writing cards for patients in children’s hospitals, which spreads kindness and compassion through the written word. If I were to establish a scholarship someday it would be focused on Hispanic/Latino students looking to pursue a career in arts, with emphasis in Creative Writing. The ideal candidate would express their passion and drive for studying an artistic career. I wish for the scholarship to create a sense of security within the candidate's family. For that reason, the winner would earn the funds required to pay for their college expenses and tuition. Hopefully, I can remind those through my words, that we are, together, human and deserving of love.

Living in a world of divorced parents in the border town of Tijuana, Mexico, sharpened my adaptability. Transitioning to an education in the US revealed cultural disparities but left an enduring mark, affecting my mental health. The void left by my parents’ divorce fueled my mission: to foster inclusion and life fulfillment in others. Motivated to be a catalyst for change, I focused on supporting immigrants in Tijuana. Every time I crossed the border for school, I saw them camping on cold, rainy days and getting covered in mud. I volunteered at the Casa del Migrante or the Migrant’s House. Growing up I found comfort in the stories of my nanny Belem. It would be Belem who would spark the flame of the woman I yearn to become. Inspired by Belem, I began volunteering at St. Paul’s Service Center for Senior Citizens, using storytelling to uplift others. Like when I wrote a story for Maggie, a resident at St. Paul’s, about a mother and daughter’s reconciliation. I realized that storytelling has the power to heal, bridge gaps, foster empathy, and inspire action. This strengthened my decision to become a writer. Being selected for the “Rompe Las Fronteras Scholarship” means that I will leave my beloved town in Mexico to be the first of my whole family ever to study college in the United States or abroad. My dad has worked day and night to provide for my family, and my mom has struggled in between jobs to make sure I can pay for my college tuition. I’ve witnessed firsthand how my mom wakes up at three in the morning and helps me find scholarships online. As she glues herself to her computer, exhausted, she manages to read books, watch videos, and drink about four cups of coffee. On the other hand, my dad sends me pictures of himself working on construction sites, full of sweat, fighting hunger, and the fatigue of working under the burning sun. I feel responsible for their hard work but I’m thankful that I have such supportive parents. In college, I want to make others aware that lending a hand forms a strong bond with people, and a kind gesture like this can mean everything to a stranger. In contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master's in this artistic field to finally be wise enough and offer younger generations accurate feedback. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. I will work to make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent. The purpose of my writing is to allow people to escape to a world without responsibilities, fear, war, hunger, pressure, and loss. By fostering inclusivity and a positive attitude, I plan to recruit fellow students to volunteer in clubs such as ‘Letters of Love,’ a community devoted to writing cards for patients in children’s hospitals, which spreads kindness and compassion through the written word. If I were to establish a scholarship someday it would be focused on Hispanic/Latino students looking to pursue a career in Arts, with emphasis in Creative Writing. The ideal candidate would express their passion and drive for studying an artistic career. I would wish for the scholarship to create a sense of security within the family of the candidate. For that reason, the winner would earn the funds required to pay for their college expenses and tuition. Hopefully, I can remind those who read my words, that we are, together, human and deserving of love.

Whoever said that traditions are overrated is wrong. Traditions exist to give us a sense of comfort and security. A book wouldn’t exist without a draft. A painting wouldn’t be appreciated if it weren’t for the first sketch. The Eiffel Tower wouldn’t be tangible without the plans made by the architect. I still remember the time I got my hands on my first New York Times newspaper. The smell and the thin paper were invigorating, and the big pages and primitive structure made me feel like I was starring Forest Gump. As a book lover, it was my responsibility to preserve this art. My high school hadn’t had a newspaper in over fourteen years. With two friends, we opened a club for driven young writers. As editor-in-chief, I created a plan to establish the school’s newspaper again. Around the time we’d made progress, I got in contact with the teacher in charge of student ideas and demands. She refused the possibility of funding our print since they were trying to save money for other school events of more significance. Additionally, she advised us to publish it online if we were serious about it, but my commitment to preserving a tangible tradition became impregnable. The next day, I told them the news. If looks could cut, their look of defeat was worth a thousand cuts. There was an option to settle and print it in normal paper. Our biggest obstacle was discouragement. They were so bumped by the fact that our work would not pay off in the end. But our main goal was so the students of my high school would be able to fully experience getting their weekly newspaper by the front gate. My dad drove me to several places in San Diego asking if they did newsprint. None did. I searched online for hours until I finally found a website that printed newspapers and delivered them. I gathered my team for the next meeting and led a conference where we would brainstorm ideas to fundraise. I made sure that all their ideas were equally implemented in our plan. We did raffles, and sales, and hosted some small events. Every Tuesday students rushed to the entrance to get a copy. It was at that moment that I felt like it had all been worth it. Despite the limitations, our passion accomplished a tradition to prevail. Obstacles are meant to make you reflect on how much you yearn for a dream. If is not that important one will surrender, if it is, then obstacles are small stones one can easily kick. This experience improved my self-expression and leadership skills. Making me acknowledge the importance of encouraging young minds to follow their dreams. This sparked my aspiration of becoming an English teacher to motivate students to advocate for what they think is right and make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me to pursue an artistic career with confidence. As I plan to volunteer in the poorest parts of Mexico, Africa, and India to teach families literacy, I hope my ambitions will take me all around the world like Mark’s career did. I aim for a master’s in creative writing to help me achieve that dream.

The thought of walking down the street and seeing someone holding a book with my name inspires me. When I write I’m in control of my vulnerability, of my actions, and what I choose to share. Writing is my coping mechanism. I always carry a small notebook with my lucky pen attached to it and whenever I feel like I’m about to explode, I bring it out. It's my escape and my attempt to hold back the tears and the explosion of emotions I frequently bottle up. My words are my advisors, and I find it ironic that whenever I can’t find the solution to a problem, I write it down, and it becomes less intimidating. Writing is so meaningful to me; it is something I’ve come to own and something I've engraved with who I am. Being selected for the “Reginald Kelley Scholarship” means that I will leave my beloved town in Mexico to be the first of my whole family ever to study college in the United States or abroad. This scholarship will become the hand that reaches out to overthrow the brick wall of financial instability blocking my dream from my sight. I’ll be able to own the phrase “carpe diem” to make an impact in the lives of my college peers by gearing them for success in Creative Arts careers. I will work to make ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent. I began volunteering at St. Paul’s Service Center for Senior Citizens, where I used storytelling to uplift others. Like when I wrote a story for Maggie, a resident at St. Paul’s, about a mother and daughter’s reconciliation. I realized that storytelling has the power to heal, bridge gaps, foster empathy, and inspire action. This strengthened my decision to become a writer. In college, I want to make others aware that lending a hand forms a strong bond with people, and a kind gesture like this can mean everything to a stranger. Pursuing higher education in this field will allow me to improve my self-expression, enhance my ability for storytelling, and inspire others to seek a future that encompasses their passion. I believe in the importance of earning a college degree. Therefore, in contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master's in this artistic field to finally be equipped and offer younger generations accurate feedback. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latino girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. If I were to establish a scholarship someday it would be focused on Hispanic/Latino students looking to pursue a career in Arts, with emphasis in Creative Writing. The ideal candidate would express their passion and drive for studying an artistic career. I would wish for the scholarship to create a sense of security within the family of the candidate. For that reason, the winner would earn the funds required to pay for their college expenses and tuition. A catalyst person in my life made me aware that everyone needs a helping hand from time to time. I am a person who values connectivity. I try to be present for everyone, so they don’t feel alone and powerless. But when I can't be physically available, I resort to writing. I want to create a place for people—even if it only exists in their minds—where they feel safe. That’s what I hope to bring to a college campus, my workplace, and the years and places to come. Hopefully, I can remind those who read my words, that we are, together, human and deserving of love.

Living in a world of divorced parents in the border town of Tijuana, Mexico, sharpened my adaptability. Transitioning to an education in the US revealed cultural disparities but left an enduring mark, affecting my mental health. The void left by my parents’ divorce fueled my mission: to foster inclusion and life fulfillment in others. Motivated to be a catalyst for change, I focused on supporting immigrants in Tijuana. Every time I crossed the border for school, I saw them camping on cold, rainy days and getting covered in mud. I volunteered at the Casa del Migrante or the Migrant’s House. Growing up I found comfort in the stories of my nanny Belem. It would be Belem who would spark the flame of the woman I yearn to become. Inspired by Belem, I began volunteering at St. Paul’s Service Center for Senior Citizens, using storytelling to uplift others. Like when I wrote a story for Maggie, a resident at St. Paul’s, about a mother and daughter’s reconciliation. By her reaction, I realized that storytelling has the power to heal, bridge gaps, foster empathy, and inspire action. This strengthened my decision to become a writer. Being selected for the “Caminos de Éxito: The Jose Prado Scholarship” means that like Jose’s daughter, I will leave my beloved town in Mexico to be the first of my whole family ever to study college in the United States or abroad. Like Jose, my dad has worked day and night to provide for my family. My mom has struggled in between jobs to make sure I can pay for my college tuition. I’ve witnessed firsthand how my mom wakes up at three in the morning and helps me find scholarships online. As she glues herself to her computer, exhausted, she manages to read books, watch videos, and drink about four cups of coffee. On the other hand, my dad sends me pictures of himself working on construction sites, full of sweat, fighting hunger, and the fatigue of working underneath the burning sun. I feel responsible for their hard work and thankful that I have such supportive parents like Jose Prado. Thanks to this scholarship, I’ll be able to own the phrase “carpe diem” to make an impact in the lives of my college peers by gearing them for success in Creative Arts careers. I will work to make the ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent. In college, I want to make others aware that lending a hand forms a strong bond with people, and a kind gesture like this can mean everything to a stranger. Pursuing higher education in this field will allow me to improve my self-expression, enhance my ability for storytelling, and inspire others to seek a future that encompasses their passion. I believe in the importance of earning a college degree. Therefore, in contemplation of becoming a published author, I aim for a master's in this artistic field to offer younger generations accurate feedback. I envision myself teaching at schools where I can encourage Latino girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. If I were to establish a scholarship someday it would be focused on Hispanic/Latino students looking to pursue a career in Arts, with emphasis in Creative Writing. The ideal candidate would express their passion and drive for studying an artistic career. I would wish for the scholarship to create a sense of security within the family of the candidate. For that reason, the winner would earn the funds required to pay for their college expenses and tuition.

I’ve always tried to be good at everything. My dad always encouraged me to try out for sports, mainly soccer. The more I tried out, the more I looked and felt like a fool. This created an immediate sense of low self-esteem that I could not control. I had bad coordination, and self-awareness and peer pressure became the norm. During high school, I was really motivated to try out for the Track team. Even though my parents found the thought of me running hilarious, I still gave it my best shot. Unfortunately, the team outran me one thousand percent. I was back where I started. To my surprise I got injured— “You over-exercised yourself,” the doctor’s words echoed in my ear. Because of my injury, I decided to focus more on what I already knew I was good at: academics; as a result, I discovered my love for literature, and in essence opening my eyes to the area that I plan to study in college which is the English Creative Writing major. The purpose of my writing is to get people to resonate with it by escaping to a world without responsibilities, fear, war, hunger, pressure, and loss. My goal is to connect with people and touch their hearts through my stories. I had the opportunity to work at the school newspaper in high school. That extracurricular activity brought a new sense of act and commitment to Creative Writing, and a learned discipline in time management and teamwork. Through fostering inclusivity and a positive attitude, I plan to recruit fellow students to volunteer in clubs such as ‘Letters of Love,’ which spreads kindness and compassion through the written word. ‘Letters of Love’ is a community devoted to writing cards to patients in children’s hospitals around the world. I plan to tutor students who are interested in Creative Arts to share with them my experiences of my previous involvement in the school press. I aim to create study groups in the field of Creative Writing and descriptive essays. I hope to be an asset to my college community by making my greatest effort to excel in academics and enforcing genuine relationships with teachers and peers. I envision myself volunteering at schools where I can encourage Latina girls like me and other students to pursue an artistic career with confidence. Being selected for the Frederick and Bernice Beretta Memorial scholarship means that I will leave my beloved town in Mexico to be the first family member who studies college in the United States or abroad. This scholarship will become the hand that reaches out to overthrow the brick wall of financial instability blocking my dream from my sight. I’ll be able to own the phrase “carpe diem” to make an impact in the lives of my college peers by gearing them for success in Creative Arts. I will work to make ‘A’ in STEAM more prominent and permanent.

Living in between a world of divorced parents and a border town existence in Tijuana sharpened my adaptability. Transitioning to a U.S. education, revealed cultural disparities but left an enduring mark and affected my mental health. The void left by my parents’ divorce fueled a mission: to foster inclusion and fulfillment in others. Motivated to be a catalyst for change, my family and I extended our efforts to support immigrants in Tijuana facing unexpected barriers. Every time I crossed the border for school, I would see them camping on cold, rainy days and getting covered in mud without being able to shower. Therefore, I chose to volunteer at the Casa del Migrante [Migrant’s house] in Tijuana, Mexico. This intensified my commitment to inclusivity, resisting societal temptations to form opinions without knowledge. People appreciate it more when someone is present to demonstrate that we acknowledge their battles. In college, I want to make others aware that lending a hand forms a sort of bond with people, and a kind gesture like this can mean everything to a fellow neighbor. That is why I joined the Link Crew program in my high school, to make the freshmen’s drastic jump from middle school to high school as smooth as possible. Another community experience I treasure was volunteering at St. Paul’s Senior Services, a small residence for seniors. I once asked Francie, a resident with facial paralysis, about a painting behind her and asked her permission to turn her wheelchair around so she could see it. Her pupils went right to left as her mouth gave a little happy twitch. That was the only expression I needed to know that she was enjoying it. Knowing that she might find it frustrating to communicate effectively with limitations to her facial movement, my heart melted when she realized I understood perfectly the emotions an outstanding piece of artwork could convey. During a Friday Blues concert, despite exhaustion, I danced with the residents, my fatigue irrelevant in the face of their unbridled enthusiasm. My purpose is clear: to ensure they never feel neglected. The residents’ resilience and infrequent family visits emphasize the significance of my companionship and the joy it brings us both. Showing kindness and dedication has brought meaning to my life in countless ways. Charities like Bridge of Hope and Single Mother Advocate seek to aid families facing homelessness—especially mothers—by offering them emotional support, improving social networking, and offering assistance or practical resources. I aspire to one day be able to create my own organization that also focuses on aiding single mothers with their finances and emotional development. These kinds of projects bring people together with the sole purpose of being part of something bigger than themselves. I was raised by a single mom who worked hard every day so I could be happy. By making me her priority, she forgot to take care of her needs and her mental health. Growing up I had to watch her give up and then pick up the pieces again by herself. I can’t imagine how challenging it would’ve been for her if she was completely alone and pregnant. I want my service to be able to heal the desperation single moms are going through. Whether engaging with immigrants, freshmen, or seniors, these extracurricular commitments have shaped my understanding of balance. As I navigate academic rigor, I am committed to inculcating warmth and humanity into meaningful connections, hoping that one day I can be part of something bigger and create an organization that will pick up others from their worst moments and give my past memories peace.

The thought of walking down the street, entering a coffee shop or a bookstore, and seeing people holding a book with my name inspires me. Writing is my coping mechanism. My escape and my attempt to hold back the tears and the explosion of emotions I frequently bottle up. My words are my advisors, and I find it ironic that whenever I can’t find the solution to a problem, I write it down, and it becomes less intimidating. Writing is so meaningful to me; it is something I’ve come to own and something I've engraved with who I am. Every time someone asks me what I want to do with my life, I answer that I am an “aspiring writer.” The thing that gives me the most motivation is the immediate frown they get. “You are gonna’ starve,” they say, and I watch how their curious look turns into a judgmental one. “Just wait and see” I repeat 20 times in my head. Since August, I have volunteered at St. Paul’s Service Center, a residence for senior citizens. Maggie, one of the residents, is as stubborn as a mule. I’ve grown to enjoy her negativity and her weekly complaints about how the staff always burns the coffee. Maggie has one daughter, who never visits. I think this weighs on Maggie’s heart. One week, after dinner, I worked on a story for Maggie: A mother and daughter’s tumultuous journey to reconciliation. As she read, her face suddenly seemed younger, her posture shifted, her jaw relaxed, and her eyes, which normally were hardened, had a sense of brevity to them. She teared up, looked at me, and smiled; she looked somewhat restored. But offering her my words also allows me to reflect on my own life. A catalyst person in my life made me aware that everyone needs a helping hand from time to time. I am a person who values connectivity. I try to be present for everyone, so they don’t feel alone and powerless. But when I can't be physically available, I resort to writing. I want to create a place for people—even if it only exists in their minds—where they feel safe. That’s what I hope to bring to a college campus, my workplace, and the years and places to come. Hopefully, I can remind those who read my words, that we are, together, human and deserving of love.

The thought of walking down the street, entering a coffee shop or a bookstore, and seeing people holding a book with my name inspires me. When I write I’m in control of my vulnerability, of my actions, and what I choose to share. Writing is my coping mechanism. I always carry a small notebook with my lucky pen attached to it and whenever I feel like I’m about to explode, I bring it out. It's my escape and my attempt to hold back the tears and the explosion of emotions I frequently bottle up. My words are my advisors, and I find it ironic that whenever I can’t find the solution to a problem, I write it down, and it becomes less intimidating. Writing is so meaningful to me; it is something I’ve come to own and something I've engraved with who I am. Every time someone asks me what I want to do with my life, I answer that I am an “aspiring writer.” The thing that gives me the most motivation is the immediate frown they get. “You are gonna’ starve,” they say, and I watch how their curious look turns into a judgmental one. “Just wait and see” I repeat 20 times in my head. Since August, I have volunteered at St. Paul’s Service Center, a residence for senior citizens. Maggie, one of the residents, is as stubborn as a mule. I’ve grown to enjoy her negativity and her weekly complaints about how the staff always burns the coffee. Maggie has one daughter, who never visits. I think this weighs on Maggie’s heart. One week, after dinner, I worked on a story for Maggie: A mother and daughter’s tumultuous journey to Reconciliation. As she read, her face suddenly seemed younger, her posture shifted, her jaw relaxed, and her eyes, which normally were hardened, had a sense of brevity to them. She teared up, looked at me, and smiled; she looked somewhat restored. But offering her my words also allows me to reflect on my own life. A catalyst person in my life made me aware that everyone needs a helping hand from time to time. I am a person who values connectivity. I try to be present for everyone, so they don’t feel alone and powerless. But when I can't be physically available, I resort to writing. I want to create a place for people—even if it only exists in their minds—where they feel safe. That’s what I hope to bring to a college campus, my workplace, and the years and places to come. Hopefully, I can remind those who read my words, that we are, together, human and deserving of love.

I am a planner. I make lists of what I want to achieve and put a checkbox next to all the goals I set for myself. You won’t ever see me unprepared. Most of the time you will notice that I overdo it. But I never cared about other’s opinions when it came to undermining my dream. If truth be told, dismissing their comments made me focus on what I wanted so I could get it on my own merit. I am a dreamer. One of my favorite hobbies is zoning out and thinking about the future. For that reason, my abilities and personality have influenced my life. All are fixed on an ulterior motive that encompasses my ultimate goal of being a published author. You see, my story doesn’t begin with chapter one, but with the prologue. Applying to writing contests helps me develop a sense of discipline to touch the water with my finger before I dive my whole body into the pool. I want to believe in myself, close my eyes, and picture my future career. That applies to getting an internship as well. This opportunity will allow me to learn from the best. Learn how things are meant to be done and get some theoretical experience in the acquisition of new ideas and concepts for future projects. Expert opinions can serve as a guide as I build my way up into the field. After the algorithm has been modeled in my head I will be searching for ‘hands-on’ experience by becoming a teacher’s assistant. I would experience a little taste of what it will feel like to become a teacher: sharing, teaching, interacting, and learning with students. These job experiences will prepare me for the real world. Following all the hardships, late nights, and expressos, I would have finally completed my undergraduate studies. A few chapters ahead to accomplish my dream. With the knowledge acquired in the classes I took during college and reciprocated ideas exchanged by well-respected faculty, I’ll have sufficient skills to start writing my novel. While I work on that on the side, I’ll aim for a master’s degree to gain even more expertise in my field. Ever since my AP English Literature class during my senior year, the idea of becoming the teacher instead of the student has crossed my mind countless times. I am confident that with my previous, consciously planned experience of having been a teacher’s assistant, having an internship, and becoming an editor I would qualify for this role. As I enter my climax, I’ll level up for a PhD. At this time in the future, my battle with the dragon has begun. The most extensive in hard work and knowledge chapter will take place. Hooking the reader into an all-nighter. Then the falling action, I’ll resolve all of my life lessons into a memoir. My conclusion will expectantly start and ironically end by becoming a teacher at a prestigious university. I will finally embody all those who I learned from, all those who taught me what I would know and who guided me to the last page of my book. Instead of taking advice, I’ll finally be equipped and wise to offer it to younger versions mirroring who I once was and aspired to be. Many people may disagree thinking that goals shouldn’t be ‘fixed’. Even though life is unpredictable, my life is a list. Yet, lists can be uncertain—just add items or scratch plans, it doesn’t matter. I’ll still get it done. My plan is a list. My list is a plan.