Being the first in my family to attend college is an honor and a responsibility that I do not take lightly. My journey to higher education has been shaped by resilience, determination, and the unwavering belief that education is the key to a better future. As a first-generation college student, I have faced unique challenges, but I have also discovered the power of perseverance in overcoming them. Born in Myanmar, my early years were filled with transitions, moving between family members, and adjusting to different environments. When my family immigrated to North Carolina, I faced the daunting task of learning a new language and culture while trying to succeed academically. Without a roadmap from my parents, who never had the opportunity to attend college, I had to navigate the complexities of the education system on my own. From researching college applications to understanding financial aid, every step of the process was a learning experience. Despite these hurdles, I remained steadfast in my goal of pursuing higher education. One of the driving forces behind my ambition is my passion for healthcare. My personal experiences with medical challenges have given me firsthand insight into the impact that compassionate and knowledgeable healthcare professionals can have on a patient’s life. I aspire to become a provider who not only delivers excellent care but also offers comfort and understanding to those in need. Knowing that my future career can make a tangible difference fuels my motivation to excel in my studies. To prepare myself for college, I have taken on leadership roles, challenged myself with rigorous coursework, and sought out resources to ensure my success. As the leader of my church's media team, I have developed problem-solving skills, teamwork, and a strong sense of responsibility. Dual enrollment courses at my local community college have allowed me to experience college-level academics firsthand, strengthening my confidence in my ability to thrive in a higher education setting. This scholarship would alleviate some of the financial burdens that come with being a first-generation college student, allowing me to focus on my studies and continue striving toward my dreams. More importantly, it would serve as a testament to the sacrifices my family has made and the hard work I have put in to get to this point. Education is more than just a personal achievement; it is a gateway to changing the trajectory of my family’s future. By earning my degree, I will not only fulfill my aspirations but also inspire my younger relatives to pursue their own academic goals. With the support of this scholarship, I can continue to break barriers, defy expectations, and build a future where my family’s story is one of resilience, ambition, and success.

The first time I truly understood the impact of healthcare professionals, I was just a child. Growing up, I faced many challenges; adjusting to new environments, and overcoming language barriers, but one of the most defining experiences of my life was undergoing multiple surgeries for a nasal condition. During those vulnerable moments, I experienced firsthand the kindness, patience, and expertise of healthcare providers. The anesthesiologists and nurses who cared for me didn’t just treat my condition; they reassured me, making me feel safe and understood. Their compassion left a lasting impression, planting the seed for my passion in the medical field. My journey has been one of constant adaptation. Born in Myanmar, I spent years moving between family members before finally immigrating to North Carolina. The transition was anything but easy learning a new language, adjusting to an unfamiliar culture, and trying to find my place in a fast-paced world. Despite these challenges, I found my purpose in healthcare. The ability to ease someone’s pain, provide comfort, and make a tangible difference in their life is what drives me. Nurses, in particular, have stood out to me as pillars of expertise and emotional support. They are the backbone of the medical field, offering care that extends beyond medicine. Their ability to bring comfort and reassurance in times of uncertainty has solidified my ambition to pursue a healthcare career. Witnessing the dedication and resilience of these professionals has inspired me to follow in their footsteps, ensuring that patients receive not only excellent medical attention but also compassion and understanding. Pursuing a healthcare career is deeply personal for me. My experiences both as a patient and as someone who has witnessed the sacrifices of hardworking individuals have fueled my ambition to become a provider who offers both medical excellence and genuine care. I want to be the kind of healthcare professional who makes a frightened child feel safe before surgery, reassures a worried family member, and treats every patient with dignity and empathy. Receiving this scholarship would be a crucial step toward achieving my dream. It would relieve the financial burden of my education, allowing me to focus entirely on my studies and clinical training. Brian Leahy’s legacy is one of resilience and impact, hope to honor his memory by dedicating my career to bringing comfort and healing to others just as compassionate medical professionals once did for me. Through my journey, I have learned that illness and medical challenges affect not just individuals but entire families. However, through compassion, dedication, and knowledge, healthcare professionals have the power to make a meaningful difference. I am committed to being part of that change, ensuring that patients receive not only the best medical care but also the kindness and support they deserve. This scholarship would not only support my education but also allow me to carry forward the values of empathy and care that define the medical profession.

I grew up in a household shaped by the sacrifices and love of my parents, even when circumstances separated us. My upbringing began in Myanmar, where my brother and I were raised by my paternal grandparents while my parents worked in different countries to support us. My father, a chef, and my mother, a caregiver, sent money home to ensure we had the necessities of life. Although they were physically absent, their sacrifices taught me the value of perseverance and the meaning of unconditional love. When I was 12 years old, my father, who had immigrated to the United States, arranged for us to join him. This marked the beginning of a new chapter filled with challenges and opportunities. Living in America was a dream come true, but it was not without its difficulties. I had to adjust to a new culture, learn a new language, and navigate a school system I was unfamiliar with. Additionally, I had to build a relationship with my parents, who had become almost strangers after years apart. An event that profoundly shaped my understanding of myself and others came during my early years in the United States. At the start of middle school, I struggled academically, socially, and emotionally. I felt isolated and overwhelmed by the new environment. However, during my freshman year of high school, I had an experience that shifted my perspective. While volunteering at a local community center, I met other young immigrants who shared similar stories of hardship and resilience. Listening to their experiences, I realized that I was not alone in my struggles. Their courage inspired me to embrace my own journey and to recognize the strength I had gained from overcoming obstacles. This newfound understanding motivated me to work harder in school and to support others who were facing challenges. By sharing our stories, we created a sense of community and empowerment that helped us all grow. One of my proudest accomplishments came during my junior year of high school, when I earned straight A’s in all my classes, including a perfect score in precalculus. This achievement reflected not only my academic growth but also my determination to honor my parents’ sacrifices. It also marked a turning point in my confidence and belief in my ability to succeed, no matter the challenges ahead. Growing up in a household shaped by separation and reunion taught me the importance of resilience, empathy, and gratitude. These values guide me as I work toward my goal of becoming an anesthesiologist assistant, a career where I can provide care and comfort to others during their most vulnerable moments. I am committed to using my experiences to make a positive impact on the lives of others, just as my parents’ sacrifices have made a difference in mine. This journey has taught me that adversity is not a barrier but a stepping stone toward growth and understanding. By embracing my past and striving for a brighter future, I hope to inspire others to do the same.

Faith has been a cornerstone of my life, guiding me through challenges and giving me strength when the path seemed uncertain. One of the most defining moments of my journey was the transition from my life in Myanmar to the United States, a period filled with uncertainty, hardship, and growth. It was during this time that I leaned heavily on my faith to overcome obstacles that often felt insurmountable. Born in a rural village in Myanmar, I spent much of my childhood separated from my parents, who worked in other countries to provide for my brother and me. My grandparents raised us in modest conditions, and although we were surrounded by love, life was far from easy. When my father arranged for us to join him in America, I was overjoyed at the prospect of reuniting with my family and beginning a new chapter. However, the journey to get there was filled with challenges. The process of immigrating to the United States was supposed to take a few months, but due to changes in U.S. refugee policies, it took four long years. During this time, my education was interrupted, and my sense of stability was shaken. We moved frequently between my village and the bustling city of Yangon, living in limbo and uncertainty. I often turned to prayer during this time, asking for guidance and the patience to endure the wait. My faith reminded me that God had a plan for my life, even if I couldn’t see it at the moment. It gave me the strength to hold on to hope, even as the months turned into years. When we finally arrived in America, my challenges did not disappear. At the age of 12, I was thrust into a world that was entirely unfamiliar. I struggled with the language barrier, cultural differences, and the academic demands of my new school. I felt out of place and overwhelmed, often doubting my ability to succeed. During these moments of self-doubt, my faith became my anchor. I reminded myself of the journey my family had endured to get here and the sacrifices my parents had made for me to have this opportunity. I prayed for courage and clarity, and slowly but surely, I began to find my footing. One of the most difficult periods came during the COVID-19 pandemic. Online learning was a significant challenge for me, and I found myself falling behind in school. My grades suffered, and I felt a deep sense of disappointment in myself. However, my faith reminded me that setbacks are not the end of the story. With prayer and determination, I recommitted myself to my studies. I sought help from teachers, worked tirelessly to catch up, and eventually improved my performance. By my junior year, I earned straight A’s, including a perfect score in precalculus. This experience taught me that faith is not just about believing in God’s plan but also about taking action and trusting that He will guide me through it. It has strengthened my resolve to pursue my dreams and help others face their own challenges. As I work toward my goal of becoming an anesthesiologist assistant, I know that my faith will continue to sustain me, enabling me to provide compassionate care to those in need. This scholarship would be an incredible blessing, allowing me to further my education and honor Nabi Nicole’s legacy of faith and service. Just as faith guided her to make a difference in her community, it will guide me to do the same, creating a ripple effect of hope and healing for those I serve.

In 2015, my father, who had already made to the United States, arranged for me and my brother to join him. To await our papers, we left school and traveled to Yangon, a large city far from home. While this process usually takes only a few months, for us, it took us four long years due to changes in U.S. policies regarding refugees. Those years of uncertainty significantly slowed my education and everyday life as we anxiously waited for each new update. When we finally arrived in the U.S. at the age of 12, I faced a lot of challenges. Struggling with cultural differences and a language barrier, I lacked the confidence to ask for help, often feeling embarrassed about my difficulties. The isolation only deepened during the pandemic, when online learning became overwhelming. Without face-to-face interaction, I found it hard to stay motivated. When I brought home disappointing report cards, my parents remained silent, unsure of how to help, and I internalized the failure, feeling even more disconnected. However, as I adjusted to my new life, I began to recognize how far I was lagging behind. It was then that my parents decided to transfer me to a charter school. Surrounded by goal-oriented peers, I felt inspired and challenged to push beyond my limitations. In this new environment, I collaborated with classmates from diverse backgrounds, and their perspectives opened my mind to new ways of thinking. I began to see education not just as a means of personal success, but as a shared experience that can shape the future of communities. This transition was transformative. The supportive environment I found in the charter school helped me build the confidence I had long lacked. By embracing the challenges of my past, I was able to refocus on my academic growth. Through persistence and the encouragement of those around me, I learned how to overcome the obstacles that had once seemed insurmountable. This experience deeply reshaped my outlook on education. I now see it as more than a personal pursuit—education is a powerful tool for empowerment and positive change. My time navigating the challenges of being an immigrant taught me the importance of resilience, adaptability, and the value of a supportive community. These lessons have motivated me to pursue a career in healthcare, where I can use my education to help others who face adversity, just as I did. By working in medicine, I hope to contribute to a world where people receive the care and compassion they need to thrive, especially those from underrepresented and vulnerable communities.

My faith has been a constant source of strength and guidance throughout my life, shaping who I am and helping me overcome challenges. Growing up in a small rural community in Myanmar, my family and I faced uncertainty and hardship. When I was just a child, my parents were forced to leave us with my grandparents as they sought work in other countries. Later, I endured years of waiting to join them in the United States, only to face a new set of difficulties—language barriers, cultural differences, and academic struggles. Through these experiences, my faith served as a steady foundation, reminding me to persevere and trust in God’s plan for my life. One of the most significant ways my faith has helped me is by teaching me to see adversity not as an obstacle but as an opportunity for growth. When I struggled with adapting to life in America, I often turned to prayer for strength and clarity. My faith reminded me that every challenge I faced had a purpose and that God was preparing me for something greater. This belief gave me the courage to push forward, even when success felt out of reach. My faith also instilled in me a deep sense of compassion for others, which has greatly influenced my decision to pursue a career in healthcare. From a young age, I saw how medical professionals could transform lives through their care and dedication. After undergoing multiple surgeries as a child, I realized that I wanted to provide the same comfort and support to others during their most vulnerable moments. My faith has taught me the importance of serving others and treating them with kindness, values that I will carry with me into my future as an anesthesiologist assistant. As I prepare for my career, I know my faith will continue to guide and sustain me. Healthcare is a demanding field, both emotionally and physically, but my belief in a higher purpose will provide the strength I need to persevere. My faith will remind me to approach each patient with empathy and understanding, seeing them not just as cases but as individuals with their own stories and struggles. It will also help me stay grounded, ensuring that I remain focused on the true purpose of my work: to care for others and make a difference in their lives. Faith has shaped my journey in profound ways, helping me overcome challenges and inspiring me to pursue a life of service. It has taught me to trust in God’s timing, even when the path seems uncertain, and to find strength in difficult times. As I move forward in my education and career, I will continue to rely on my faith to guide me, allowing it to shape not only the way I work but also the kind of person I strive to be.

A college degree will not only transform my life but also redefine the path of future generations in my family. For me, education is the key to breaking cycles of struggle and creating a legacy of opportunity. Coming from a family with no college graduates, this achievement would symbolize a turning point a bridge to a future where hard work and determination open doors that were once out of reach. A degree would be more than a credential; it would be a testament to my journey, my resilience, and my commitment to building a better life for myself and my loved ones. Personally, a college degree means freedom the freedom to choose a career I am passionate about, to provide for my family, and to contribute meaningfully to my community. It represents the culmination of my parents’ sacrifices and a chance to honor their dreams for me. My father, who worked tirelessly as a chef, and my mother, a caregiver abroad, gave up years with their children to ensure we had opportunities they never did. Their determination inspires me to pursue this milestone not only for myself but as a way to give back to them and future generations. I am passionate about healthcare because it offers the opportunity to make a tangible, positive impact on people’s lives. My interest in this field began with my personal experiences as a patient. As a child, I underwent several surgeries to correct a congenital issue on my face. These moments were difficult, but they introduced me to the compassionate care of healthcare professionals who reassured and supported me during some of my most vulnerable moments. This care inspired me to want to provide the same for others, sparking my dream of becoming an anesthesiologist assistant. To pursue this passion, I have worked diligently to prepare myself academically and personally. In my junior year, I earned A’s in all my classes, including a perfect score in precalculus, demonstrating my aptitude for problem-solving and critical thinking. I plan to major in biology to build a strong foundation for my future studies in healthcare. Beyond academics, I have committed to exploring the field through research, volunteering opportunities, and shadowing professionals. These experiences will equip me with the skills, knowledge, and empathy needed to thrive in a demanding yet fulfilling career. A college degree will also empower me to create a ripple effect of change in my family. As the first to graduate, I will set an example for my younger siblings and future generations, showing them that no matter where you begin, education can open doors to endless possibilities. My achievement will serve as a reminder that hard work, perseverance, and support can overcome even the greatest obstacles. For me, a degree is more than just a personal milestone. It is a promise to myself, my family, and those I aim to help in my future career. It is a step toward a life of purpose, where I can combine my passion for healthcare with the opportunity to uplift others. This scholarship would provide the critical support I need to achieve my dreams and inspire those who come after me to dream even bigger.

From a young age, I have been fascinated by the medical field and its ability to change lives. I have undergone several corrective surgeries on my face, beginning in infancy in Myanmar. These procedures were challenging, but they also introduced me to the compassionate care of healthcare professionals. The anesthesiology team, in particular, left a lasting impression on me with their ability to provide comfort during some of my most vulnerable moments. Their care inspired me to pursue a career where I could combine my passion for science with my desire to help others. As I grew older, my interest in healthcare deepened. I realized that working in this field would allow me to make a meaningful difference in people’s lives. I aim to become an anesthesiologist assistant, a role that combines technical expertise with the opportunity to support patients during critical moments. Whether alleviating fear before surgery or ensuring a patient’s safety during a procedure, I am determined to provide the same level of care and reassurance that once brought me comfort. To prepare for this career, I have focused on excelling academically. In my junior year, I earned A’s in all my classes, including achieving a perfect score in precalculus. This accomplishment highlighted my aptitude for problem-solving and critical thinking, skills essential in the medical field. I plan to major in biology to deepen my understanding of human physiology and prepare for advanced studies in anesthesia. Additionally, I aim to volunteer in healthcare settings and shadow medical professionals to gain firsthand experience and insight into patient care. My journey to this point has not been without challenges. Raised in Myanmar by my grandparents, I spent my early years in a rural community, helping on the family farm and finding joy in simple moments. Later, I moved to Yangon with my brother as we awaited immigration papers to join our father in the United States. What should have been a brief wait stretched into four years due to changing refugee policies, disrupting our education, and creating uncertainty about our future. When I finally arrived in America at age 12, I faced new challenges. Adjusting to life with parents I had not lived with for years, learning a new language, and navigating cultural differences tested my resilience. During the pandemic, I struggled academically, but transferring to a charter school surrounded by motivated peers reignited my drive to succeed. These experiences taught me the value of perseverance and the importance of seizing every opportunity to grow. My parents’ sacrifices are my greatest motivation. My father, who worked tirelessly as a chef, once told me, “I don’t want you to be like me, working every day until you are exhausted.” His words remind me of the foundation my parents have provided and fuel my determination to achieve my goals. Through my career as an anesthesiologist assistant, I hope to make a meaningful difference by ensuring patients feel safe and cared for during critical moments. This scholarship would allow me to focus fully on my education, pursue my dream, and give back to others, honoring the sacrifices that have shaped my journey.

In 2015, my father, who had already made to the United States, arranged for me and my brother to join him. To await our papers, we left school and traveled to Yangon, a large city far from home. While this process usually takes only a few months, for us, it took us four long years due to changes in U.S. policies regarding refugees. Those years of uncertainty significantly slowed my education and everyday life as we anxiously waited for each new update. When we finally arrived in the U.S. at the age of 12, I faced a lot of challenges. Struggling with cultural differences and a language barrier, I lacked the confidence to ask for help, often feeling embarrassed about my difficulties. The isolation only deepened during the pandemic, when online learning became overwhelming. Without face-to-face interaction, I found it hard to stay motivated. When I brought home disappointing report cards, my parents remained silent, unsure of how to help, and I internalized the failure, feeling even more disconnected. However, as I adjusted to my new life, I began to recognize how far I was lagging behind. It was then that my parents decided to transfer me to a charter school. Surrounded by goal-oriented peers, I felt inspired and challenged to push beyond my limitations. In this new environment, I collaborated with classmates from diverse backgrounds, and their perspectives opened my mind to new ways of thinking. I began to see education not just as a means of personal success, but as a shared experience that can shape the future of communities. This transition was transformative. The supportive environment I found in the charter school helped me build the confidence I had long lacked. By embracing the challenges of my past, I was able to refocus on my academic growth. Through persistence and the encouragement of those around me, I learned how to overcome the obstacles that had once seemed insurmountable. This experience deeply reshaped my outlook on education. I now see it as more than a personal pursuit—education is a powerful tool for empowerment and positive change. My time navigating the challenges of being an immigrant taught me the importance of resilience, adaptability, and the value of a supportive community. These lessons have motivated me to pursue a career in healthcare, where I can use my education to help others who face adversity, just as I did. By working in medicine, I hope to contribute to a world where people receive the care and compassion they need to thrive, especially those from underrepresented and vulnerable communities.

I lived everywhere but belonged nowhere. Raised at first in Myanmar with my maternal grandparents, then with my paternal grandparents, and finally leaving them to live in Yangon along with other children awaiting passage to America, the promise of a permanent home slowly vanished as the years went by. My parents worked abroad my mother in Singapore as a caregiver, my father a chef in Malaysia leaving my paternal grandparents to raise me and my brother. Our home was a simple shack in the countryside, surrounded by grazing cows and fields. I have vivid memories of tending to the vegetable garden and caring for the cows, while my grandmother cooked our meals in an outdoor kitchen. At six, I took over the responsibility of cooking rice, though my small frame struggled with lighting the fire and carrying the heavy pots. School, however, was difficult. Not knowing the region’s ethnic language that the lessons were in, I felt isolated. Additionally, even with the surgery in my infancy, the noticeable mass on the bridge of my nose could not be fully removed until I grew older, which prompted teasing from my peers. It was during these challenging times that I often missed my mother’s comfort. In 4th grade year, my father, who made it to America, arranged for me and my brother to join him. To await our papers, we left school and traveled to Yangon, a large city far from home. While this process usually takes just a few months, for us, it took four years due to the changes in US policies regarding refugees. This significantly slowed our education and life as we anxiously waited for every little update. We constantly moved back home and to the city, leaving us nothing to do but spend our days playing around. Then, in July of 2019, we were finally able to board a plane bound for North Carolina. At 12, I arrived in America, but it was far from the dream I had imagined. My parents, nearly strangers after years of separation, were strangers I had to get to know again. Cultural differences and language barriers made adjusting hard, and I felt embarrassed to ask for help. The pandemic only made things worse. Online learning was a struggle, and when I brought home poor grades, my parents remained silent, leaving me to judge myself harshly. As I grew more comfortable in my new environment, I began to realize how far I was falling behind. My parents, recognizing my struggles, transferred me to a charter school, where I encountered a new world of motivated classmates. Surrounded by goal-oriented peers, I was both challenged and inspired. Through collaboration, I grew more confident and began to find my place in this new community. My journey led me to solidify my passion for the medical field. From a young age, I had undergone several corrective surgeries on my nose, and those experiences deepened my desire to help others during their most vulnerable moments. I realized I wanted to be someone who could change lives through care and compassion. Whether through nursing, medicine, or another healthcare profession, my goal is to make a meaningful difference in the lives of those who need support the most.

For much of my childhood, video games were just a hobby, but they became an addiction over time. The excitement and sense of achievement in the virtual world took over my life, and I didn’t realize how much they affected my real-world responsibilities, especially school. Things got worse in 8th grade, during the pandemic, when I had just moved to the USA from Myanmar. Struggling with cultural differences and language barriers, I lacked confidence and felt too embarrassed to ask for help. As schools transitioned to online learning, I found it even harder to adjust. With new challenges and the isolation of virtual classes made learning nearly impossible for me, and I lost motivation. Instead of focusing on my education, I spent most of my time playing video games. I didn’t do my schoolwork, skipped Zoom calls, and had really bad grades. My report card shows the result, most of my classes were marked incomplete. I was disconnected from reality, and this led to one of the most disappointing moments of my life. Frustrated by my behavior, my parents took drastic action, destroying my phone to stop me from gaming. They later bought me an iPad to help with school, but I continued using it to play games instead. Eventually, the consequences caught up with me, and I had to attend summer school to catch up on my studies. That period was a wake-up call. I realized that my addiction was not only affecting my education but also my relationships and my future. I started to understand that I was using video games to avoid facing my problems, and it was isolating me from my family and my true potential. Recovery wasn’t easy. I had to rebuild trust with my parents and learn how to set boundaries with myself. Understanding my struggles, my parents transferred me to a charter school. Surrounded by goal-oriented classmates, I was inspired to improve. Collaborating with them and learning their worldviews shaped my perspective. By finding a supportive community that nurtured and influenced me, I overcame the adversity I faced as a young immigrant. As I recovered, I also started thinking more seriously about my future. When I was younger, I had undergone multiple surgeries on my nose, and I spent a lot of time in hospitals and around medical professionals. I realized that the healthcare workers who helped me during my surgeries made a profound impact on me. It was during these experiences that I developed a strong desire to help others who are undergoing medical procedures. I want to give people the same sense of care and support that I received during my own challenging times. Though my addiction to video games caused a lot of setbacks, it ultimately led me to reflect on what really matters in my life. It taught me the importance of balance, responsibility, and a supportive community. It also made me realize how much I want to give back to others, especially in the medical field. Becoming an anesthesiologist assistant is now my goal, and I am committed to working hard to achieve it. I want to help people through their own medical challenges and be the kind of support I once received during my surgeries.

I lived everywhere but belonged nowhere. First in Myanmar with my maternal grandparents, then with my paternal grandparents, and finally in Yangon with other children awaiting passage to America. The promise of a permanent home slowly vanished as the years went by. With my mother working as a caregiver in Singapore and my father, a chef in Malaysia, my paternal grandparents raised me and my brother. Growing up in their simple shack in the countryside, the peaceful air and the sight of grazing cows are among my fondest memories. We each had roles on the farm—mine was tending the vegetable garden and caring for the cows. After long days outside, I helped my grandmother prepare dinner in the outdoor kitchen. One of my proudest moments was when, at six years old, I took over this task. But with my small frame, I struggled to light the wood fire and carry the heavy pots of rice. These idyllic days were interrupted when I started school. Not knowing the region’s ethnic language, I felt isolated. Even with surgery in my infancy, the mass on the bridge of my nose couldn’t be fully removed until I was older, which led to teasing. It was during these times that I missed my mother’s comfort. In my fourth grade year, my father, who had made it to America, arranged for me and my brother to join him. We left school and traveled to Yangon to await our papers. While this process usually takes months, it took four years due to changes in U.S. refugee policies. This delayed our education, and we spent the time anxiously waiting and moving between home and the city. Then, in July 2019, we were finally able to board a plane bound for North Carolina. Though I had dreamed of coming to America, the transition was rough. Arriving at 12, I had to adjust to living with parents who were nearly strangers to me after so many years apart. Struggling with cultural differences and language barriers, I lacked confidence and was too embarrassed to ask for help. During the pandemic, I found online learning impossible and lost motivation. When I brought home disappointing report cards, my parents remained silent, leaving me to judge myself. As I grew more comfortable, I saw how far behind I was. Understanding my struggles, my parents transferred me to a charter school, and again, I was in new territory. Surrounded by goal-oriented classmates, I was inspired to improve. Collaborating with them and learning their worldviews shaped my perspective. By finding a supportive community, I overcame the challenges I faced as a young immigrant. As typical Asian parents, my father was supportive in his way—not expressing affection openly, but showing his love through hard work. My mother, on the other hand, was more expressive but struggled to communicate with the teenage sons she had not seen for years. Even though our relationship wasn’t great due to many small conflicts, I’m beginning to understand the sacrifices they made for us. When asked why they sent for us, my father answered, “I don’t want you to be like me, working every day until you are exhausted.” Even though they were not physically present in my life, I know the most important gift they gave me was a foundation here in America. Now, it’s up to me to build on it.

I lived everywhere but belonged nowhere. First in Myanmar with my maternal grandparents, then with my paternal grandparents, and finally in Yangon with other children awaiting passage to America. The promise of a permanent home slowly vanished as the years went by. With my mother working as a caregiver in Singapore and my father, a chef in Malaysia, my paternal grandparents raised me and my brother. Growing up in their simple shack in the countryside, the peaceful air and the sight of grazing cows are among my fondest memories. We each had roles on the farm—mine was tending the vegetable garden and caring for the cows. After long days outside, I helped my grandmother prepare dinner in the outdoor kitchen. One of my proudest moments was when, at six years old, I took over this task. But with my small frame, I struggled to light the wood fire and carry the heavy pots of rice. These idyllic days were interrupted when I started school. Not knowing the region’s ethnic language, I felt isolated. Even with surgery in my infancy, the mass on the bridge of my nose couldn’t be fully removed until I was older, which led to teasing. It was during these times that I missed my mother’s comfort. In my fourth grade year, my father, who had made it to America, arranged for me and my brother to join him. We left school and traveled to Yangon to await our papers. While this process usually takes months, it took four years due to changes in U.S. refugee policies. This delayed our education, and we spent the time anxiously waiting and moving between home and the city. Then, in July 2019, we were finally able to board a plane bound for North Carolina. Though I had dreamed of coming to America, the transition was rough. Arriving at 12, I had to adjust to living with parents who were nearly strangers to me after so many years apart. Struggling with cultural differences and language barriers, I lacked confidence and was too embarrassed to ask for help. During the pandemic, I found online learning impossible and lost motivation. When I brought home disappointing report cards, my parents remained silent, leaving me to judge myself. As I grew more comfortable, I saw how far behind I was. Understanding my struggles, my parents transferred me to a charter school, and again, I was in new territory. Surrounded by goal-oriented classmates, I was inspired to improve. Collaborating with them and learning their worldviews shaped my perspective. By finding a supportive community, I overcame the challenges I faced as a young immigrant. As typical Asian parents, my father was supportive in his way—not expressing affection openly, but showing his love through hard work. My mother, on the other hand, was more expressive but struggled to communicate with the teenage sons she had not seen for years. Even though our relationship wasn’t great due to many small conflicts, I’m beginning to understand the sacrifices they made for us. When asked why they sent for us, my father answered, “I don’t want you to be like me, working every day until you are exhausted.” Even though they were not physically present in my life, I know the most important gift they gave me was a foundation here in America. Now, it’s up to me to build on it.

Growing up in an impoverished country, I saw how limited access to education impacted my parents and their generation. Both of my parents were excellent students, but due to financial struggles, they couldn’t pursue higher education. My mother worked as a caregiver in Singapore, and my father worked as a chef in Malaysia to provide a better life for us. Meanwhile, my grandparents raised me and my brother. But entering my 4th grade year, my father, who made it to America, arranged for me and my brother to join him. Though it was my dream to come to America, it started as a rough period. Arriving at age 12, I had to learn to live with my parents who were nearly strangers to me after many missed years together. Struggling with cultural differences and language barriers, I lacked confidence and was too embarrassed to ask for help. During the pandemic, I found online learning impossible, and I lost motivation. When I brought home disappointing report cards, my parents remained silent, leaving me to judge myself. As I grew comfortable, I saw how far I was lagging. Understanding my struggles, my parents transferred me to a charter school, and again, I was in new territory. Surrounded by goal-oriented classmates, I was inspired to improve. Collaborating with them and learning their worldviews shaped my perspective. By finding a supportive community that nurtured and influenced me, I overcame the adversity I faced as a young immigrant. As typical Asian parents, my father was supportive in his way, not expressing his affection openly but showing his love through hard work. My mother, on the other hand, was more expressive but also struggled to communicate with the teenage sons she had not seen for half of their lives. Even though our relationship was not great because of many small conflicts, I am beginning to understand the sacrifices they endured for us. When asked why they sent for us, my father answered, “I don’t want you to be like me, working every day until you are exhausted.” Even though they were not physically present during my life, I know the most important gift I received from them was a foundation here in America. Now that I have the opportunity to pursue a college education, I feel a deep responsibility to pay it forward. The sacrifices my parents made inspire me to do my best in school despite the many challenges I’ve faced, such as language barriers and adjusting to a new culture, now, it is up to me to continue building on it.

From a young age, I’ve been captivated by the way things work. Whether it was dismantling gadgets to see what was inside or losing myself in books about space, biology, and technology, my curiosity about the world has always been insatiable. As I’ve grown older, my passion for learning has deepened, and I’ve come to realize that STEM—Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics—holds the key to addressing the world’s most pressing challenges while pushing the boundaries of what is possible. This realization has fueled my desire to pursue an education in STEM, not just for personal growth, but to contribute to solutions that can transform lives. I am so passionate about STEM is its ability to solve real-world problems. Whether it’s developing life-saving medical treatments, creating sustainable energy solutions, or designing innovative technologies that make life easier, STEM fields have the potential to shape the future in profound ways. I want to be a part of this process—finding new ways to address global issues like climate change, healthcare access, and poverty. The ability to apply critical thinking and creativity to solve complex problems excites me because it means that every challenge is an opportunity to make a tangible difference. My interest in healthcare is driven by both personal experience and the incredible advancements that have been made in medicine. As a child, I underwent several surgeries to correct a condition I was born with. The experience of being in and out of hospitals taught me the profound impact that doctors, nurses, and researchers can have on individuals' lives. I’m particularly fascinated by the role that technology plays in modern medicine—from diagnostic tools to robotic surgery and telemedicine. By pursuing a career in STEM, I aspire to combine my love for science with my desire to help people. I want to contribute to medical innovations that not only save lives but also improve the quality of life for millions of people around the world. I’m passionate about STEM and its focus on innovation. STEM fields are constantly evolving, and there’s always something new to learn. As technology advances and scientific discoveries are made, new challenges emerge, and new opportunities arise. I am thrilled by the idea of being part of this continuous cycle of discovery, where the pursuit of knowledge never stops. Whether it's learning about artificial intelligence, exploring the human genome, or developing green technologies, I know that a STEM education will provide me with the tools to engage with the most exciting and revolutionary ideas of our time. It is through STEM that I hope to contribute to solving global issues, advancing human knowledge, and improving lives. Whether through healthcare, technology, or environmental sustainability, STEM provides the tools to create a better future, and I am eager to be part of that change. My desire to learn, collaborate, and contribute to solving the challenges of our time is what drives me to pursue an education in STEM, and it is what motivates me to continue this journey with purpose and passion.

Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve had a deep-rooted interest in the medical field, a passion that was shaped by my own personal experiences. My journey began in Myanmar, where I underwent numerous corrective surgeries on my face starting from infancy. These surgeries were necessary for addressing a condition I was born with, and throughout my childhood, I became acutely aware of how these procedures were not just physical but deeply emotional experiences. I remember the long hospital stays, the anxiety of not fully understanding what was happening to my body, and the comfort I felt when my doctors and nurses showed kindness and care. It was during these vulnerable times, when I was dependent on others for support, that I began to realize how impactful the work of healthcare professionals could be. As a young child, I didn’t have the words to articulate my feelings, but I distinctly remember a sense of gratitude for the doctors and nurses who made my surgeries bearable. They weren't just fixing my face; they were helping me rebuild my confidence and self-esteem. This early exposure to the medical field left a lasting impression on me, sparking a desire to become someone who could make a tangible difference in the lives of others, particularly during their most vulnerable moments. The idea of combining medical knowledge with compassion and empathy became something I was deeply passionate about. I wanted to be the person who could offer not just physical care but emotional support, making patients feel heard, valued, and respected. As I grew older, my interest in healthcare continued to evolve. I became fascinated by the science behind medicine and the complexity of the human body, but what stood out to me the most was the human side of healthcare. Medicine is not just about diagnosis and treatment; it’s about the relationships between patients and healthcare providers. It’s about trust, communication, and the ability to offer comfort during times of uncertainty. This realization only deepened my passion for pursuing a career in healthcare. Through high school and college, I explored various paths within the medical field. I considered becoming a doctor, drawn to the idea of diagnosing and treating illness, but as I learned more, I realized that nursing might be the path that resonated with me the most. Nursing offers a unique balance of medical knowledge, patient care, and the ability to be present for patients during their most vulnerable moments. Nurses often form the backbone of patient care, offering a blend of emotional and physical support that makes a profound impact. I found this combination of science and compassion incredibly compelling. Today, my passion for healthcare remains as strong as ever, and I’m actively pursuing a career that will allow me to make a meaningful impact. Whether I choose to become a nurse, a doctor, or a healthcare professional in another capacity, my goal is clear: I want to provide care that is not just about treating the body, but about treating the person as a whole. I want to help people feel supported, understood, and cared for during times when they are at their most vulnerable. This desire to give back, to be there for others in the way that healthcare professionals were there for me, is what drives me every day. The experiences of my childhood and the inspiration I drew from my own healing journey have shaped my career path, and I am committed to walking this path with empathy, compassion, and a dedication to making a meaningful difference in the lives of others.