The Girl Who Keeps Beginning Fade in The smell of lavender floods the room as the luminescence of the moon shines through the white curtains. The camera pans across a messy bedroom of unlimited qualities. In one corner lays the pile of unfinished crotchet pieces beside large paintings. In another, a skateboard that lays against a stack of baking magazines and cardboard boxes. In the center of the room sits an easel with canvas the size of a table on it. A girl sits by her desk working to meet her painting deadline with a laptop screen glowing. I look at the multiple open tabs on my laptop screen - scholarships applications that have labeled me as ‘ineligible’ due to my citizenship status. A disappointment that stings but never stops me. I’ve never believed in limiting myself to one path. From handling church production cameras to being a dedicated member of a dance team and more, pursuing skills to build up my collection. The soft hum of my laptop fills the quiet space. Hunched over the keyboard with a new scholarship prompt glowing back at me: What is your story? I squint at the screen, scanning a mystery waiting to be solved. My story? A story that doesn’t have a clear plot- it is one that holds many And then, the room swiftly fades CUT TO: A seven-year-old Nigerian girl in her backyard, proudly writing the name Coco- a name for a bird that visited often. She’s built an enclosure using carboard boxes and mosquito nets, with use of scraps and imagination. CUT TO: The camera quickly moves into another setting, transported forward in time, now sitting in the waiting area of the airport. “Flight to Washington D.C, please head to Gate D” It is 2019. The rolling sound of our suitcases fills my ears as we walk through the gates of the unknown. Excitement fills me, for this is my first time seeing the world outside what I knew it was, unaware of the fact that I wouldn’t be seeing the gate back any time soon. This mix of excitement and uncertainty makes me feel uneasy, but I know there’s a reason for everything. CUT TO: My accent is changes. I sit in the clamorous setting of my freshman English class and stare at the blank paper with a prompt in mind: Write a letter to your future self. Memories flood as I reflect on the past three years in this foreign country: a global pandemic, the constant change especially in a new school, and navigating the feeling of being excluded. I didn’t feel like I belonged, but slowly, this began to change. CUT Fluorescent lights flicker overheard. Another move. Another unfamiliar hallway. I start over, again, but this time, with more confidence in everything I do. Getting more involved with my community, joining club and being a part of a team made me feel accomplished. I still collect skills the way I used to collect cardboard boxes: transforming ordinary things into something more. CUT TO: I blink. The familiar scent of lavender fills my nostrils, and I am back to the glowing screen. The cursor blinks like a heartbeat. My life has never been steady path. Each transition -from Nigeria to America, from carboard creations to architectural dreams- has taught me adaptation and to excel in any environment I find myself in. Soon, the sound of each finger hitting the keys of the keyboard fills the room and I begin with the title, The Girl Who Keeps Beginning. “Congratulations! Your application has been submitted!” Fade out

While some may have their unique collectibles, from American dolls to the newest Nike shoes, mine was cardboard boxes at age seven. Not for the mere pretend play, but to build homes for my acquaintances- birdhouses and enclosures for my backyard visitors. These early creations sparked my love for art. Growing up I have always been regarded as the ‘artist of the room’- a title granted with the expectation that I can effortlessly create a perfect circle. Art is more than a mere hobby to me; it is my therapy and my way of understanding the world around me. There is a deep satisfaction when the movement of my hand aligns with the flow of my thoughts; an idea brought to life. The ability to illustrate the chaos of my mind into a physical composition inspired me to do more with my creativity, and it was in one moment the light bulb lit up. Selecting Pixar’s WALL-E in my ninth grade Earth Science class as a movie to watch was solely because it was one I had never seen before. I had yet to realize that this movie would be one to introduce a subtle question: What would the world look like without greed? I believe greed is the main reason we struggle with sustainability today. As I watched the Earth in WALL-E, now a ‘Trash planet’, consumed by waste and being inhabitable, I couldn’t help but wonder a world where our planet is truly cared for rather than subdued by the obsession over wealth and convenience. This question inspired me to bring more empathy into the world through environmental architecture, leading me to learn more about sustainability. From watching videos and documentaries to implementing eco-friendly practices in my daily life, I imagine creating spaces and structures that are not only functional and pleasing but also ensure a healthy environment for future generations to come. As I begin this new chapter of my life, pursuing Environmental Design, I am eager to build structures the same way I build up colors, to see how this passion of mine will evolve and allow me to not only understand the world better, but also blend different ideas to tackle challenges. I am excited to see how my creativity will prosper and progress, merging my passion with innovative ideas. I see this career as a path where I envision and create artistic structures that harmonize with the planet. Becoming an environmental architect is more than a goal for me- it is a way for me to leave a lasting impact on the world and highlight the importance of protecting our natural resources. To work with the planet and not against it; to preserve and protect the gift that has been given to us. I embody Chidubè’s values through the way I give back and I hope to use my creativity not only to build structures, but to build a more mindful, compassionate world—one design at a time.

“Muna speak up” A phrase I’ve heard so often to the point that it does not faze me as it goes through one ear and out the other. It was not a surprise that this was the reason behind the cheerleader coach’s decision after I walked up to the table. “I’m sorry but you aren’t loud enough”. Disappointment washed over me as I strode out of the school gymnasium surrounded by squealing girls with my high ponytail, red bow, and lipstick. My words never seemed to carry far, and I disliked the feeling of forcing myself to be louder just to be heard. This wasn’t the first time I’ve felt ostracized. For about half of my high school career, judgment has always been my enemy. It brought the fear that led to me unconsciously self-sabotaging and denying myself opportunities, afraid of disapproval from my peers. I was always afraid of being alone during high school because of this fear that had a hold onto me. My self-motivation constantly declined when I tried new things that led to disappointment in an attempt to get out of this shell- more like a prison built by my own anxiety. Rejection is redirection was a phrase I never believed in, until I saw the group of girls who danced at my school’s pep rally during sophomore year, and it was one thought that came to mind: that will be me, and it was. The next season I tried out for my school’s team and made it. Dance has always been a hidden part of me. A minor pretend stage lip-syncing to my favorite Fifth Harmony songs and playing Just Dance was all it was. From watching YouTube routines to becoming a part of a team brought me joy. Since becoming a student athlete, I have learned many skills and lessons that have built me as a person. Through warmups and routines, I have become more expressive of myself and understand the importance of balance, not only in holding a double pirouette, but also with my academic and school life. It has taught me perseverance and responsibility, even though I was never fond of receiving the consequences of my teammates’ faults, but this was what a team was- sharing both victories and setbacks. This also enabled my accountability and patience. The same way I adjust to perfecting my double pirouettes, I now look forward to channeling those same values in Environmental Design- creating spaces that blend structures with expression. That same need to express what words often cannot find their way into has led me to art. While some may have their unique collectibles, from American dolls to the newest Nike shoes, mine was cardboard boxes at age seven. Not for the mere pretend play, but to build homes for my acquaintances- birdhouses and enclosures for my backyard visitors. These early creations sparked my love for art. Growing up I have always been regarded as the ‘artist of the room’- a title granted with the expectation that I can effortlessly create a perfect circle or paint the Mona Lisa from memory. Art is more than a mere hobby to me; it is my therapy and my way of understanding the world around me. As someone who feels deep emotions with no one to confide in, I find solace in my canvas, where I can express myself freely with no judgement. Whether I’m dancing or painting, I’ve learned that my voice doesn’t have to be loud or powerful- it simply has to be mine.

While some may have their unique collectibles, from American dolls to the newest Nike shoes, mine was cardboard boxes at age seven. Not for the mere pretend play, but to build homes for my acquaintances- birdhouses and enclosures for my backyard visitors. These early creations sparked my love for art. Growing up I have always been regarded as the ‘artist of the room’- a title granted with the expectation that I can effortlessly create a perfect circle. Art is more than a mere hobby to me; it is my therapy and my way of understanding the world around me. There is a deep satisfaction when the movement of my hand aligns with the flow of my thoughts; an idea brought to life. The ability to illustrate the chaos of my mind into a physical composition inspired me to do more with my creativity, and it was in one moment the light bulb lit up. Selecting Pixar’s WALL-E in my ninth grade Earth Science class as a movie to watch was solely because it was one I had never seen before. I had yet to realize that this movie would be one to introduce a subtle question: What would the world look like without greed? I believe greed is the main reason we struggle with sustainability today. As I watched the Earth in WALL-E, now a ‘Trash planet’, consumed by waste and being inhabitable, I couldn’t help but wonder a world where our planet is truly cared for rather than subdued by the obsession over wealth and convenience. This question inspired me to bring more empathy into the world through environmental architecture, leading me to learn more about sustainability. From watching videos and documentaries to implementing eco-friendly practices in my daily life, I imagine creating spaces and structures that are not only functional and pleasing but also ensure a healthy environment for future generations to come. As I begin this new chapter of my life, pursuing Environmental Design, I am eager to build structures the same way I build up colors, to see how this passion of mine will evolve and allow me to not only understand the world better, but also blend different ideas to tackle challenges. I am excited to see how my creativity will prosper and progress, merging my passion with innovative ideas. I see this career as a path where I envision and create artistic structures that harmonize with the planet. Becoming an environmental architect is more than a goal for me- it is a way for me to leave a lasting impact on the world and highlight the importance of protecting our natural resources. To work with the planet and not against it; to preserve and protect the gift that has been given to us.

While some may have their unique collectibles, from American dolls to the newest Nike shoes, mine was cardboard boxes at age seven. Not for the mere pretend play, but to build homes for my acquaintances- birdhouses and enclosures for my backyard visitors. These early creations sparked my love for art. Growing up I have always been regarded as the ‘artist of the room’- a title granted with the expectation that I can effortlessly create a perfect circle or paint the Mona Lisa from memory. Art is more than a mere hobby to me; it is my therapy and my way of understanding the world around me. As someone who feels deep emotions with no one to confide in, I find solace in my canvas, where I can express myself freely with no judgement. There is a deep satisfaction when the movement of my hand aligns with the flow of my thoughts, and the ability to illustrate the chaos of my mind into a physical composition; an idea brought to life. I would always wonder what made my pieces looked dull. Not knowing that to bring these ideas to life, my color choices and the tone of my palette are essential. This realization would unlock a new area of my artistic style. In my first painting class during junior year, we were assigned our weekly visual journal, which I personally found to be unexciting. However, the prompt for this assignment was color theory, a topic that tends to be complex for some. In almost every art classroom, there is always a color wheel poster that would traditionally be glanced at by students, yet few of us never grasped their significance. Little did I know this task would change my perspective and become my ‘wow’ moment, transforming my understanding of color theory that shaped my approach to art and life. One day while working on a self-portrait, I made a discovery. The dark areas of my painting were not black but a mix of purple and green. Who would have thought? This overruled my belief that dark areas needed black and lighter areas needed white. Each of these primary colors are symbolic to me and are not just simple colors. Red is the essence that bring my artwork to life, enriching my work. Yellow is the brightness, and blue is the cool tone. The mixture of yellow and blue is green, my experiences that are both cool and warm; joyful and difficult. This spectrum reflects my journey in life as new variations of colors continues to expand, creating a color wheel that is me. My understanding of color theory helped me embrace the feelings that are associated with it and become more aware of my environment. As I begin this new chapter of my life, pursuing Environmental Architecture, I am excited to build structures the same way I build up colors, to see how this passion of mine will evolve and allow me to not only understand the world better, but also blend different ideas to tackle challenges. I am excited to see how my creativity will prosper and progress, merging my passion with innovative ideas. My life is a never-ending work of art, with new details and highlights added every day. These represent the lessons learnt, adding to who I am. As I step back to admire the piece I have created, I realize this is one that is forever in progress, a reflection of my journey.

While some may have their unique collectibles, from American dolls to the newest Nike shoes, mine was cardboard boxes at age seven. Not for the mere pretend play, but to build homes for my acquaintances- birdhouses and enclosures for my backyard visitors. These early creations sparked my love for art. Growing up I have always been regarded as the ‘artist of the room’- a title granted with the expectation that I can effortlessly create a perfect circle or paint the Mona Lisa from memory. Art is more than a mere hobby to me; it is my therapy and my way of understanding the world around me. As someone who feels deep emotions with no one to confide in, I find solace in my canvas, where I can express myself freely with no judgement. There is a deep satisfaction when the movement of my hand aligns with the flow of my thoughts, and the ability to illustrate the chaos of my mind into a physical composition; an idea brought to life. I would always wonder what made my pieces looked dull. Not knowing that to bring these ideas to life, my color choices and the tone of my palette are essential. This realization would unlock a new area of my artistic style. In my first painting class during junior year, we were assigned our weekly visual journal, which I personally found to be unexciting. However, the prompt for this assignment was color theory, a topic that tends to be complex for some. In almost every art classroom, there is always a color wheel poster that would traditionally be glanced at by students, yet few of us never grasped their significance. Little did I know this task would change my perspective and become my ‘wow’ moment, transforming my understanding of color theory that shaped my approach to art and life. One day while working on a self-portrait, I made a discovery. The dark areas of my painting were not black but a mix of purple and green. Who would have thought? This overruled my belief that dark areas needed black and lighter areas needed white. Each of these primary colors are symbolic to me and are not just simple colors. Red is the essence that bring my artwork to life, enriching my work. Yellow is the brightness, and blue is the cool tone. The mixture of yellow and blue is green, my experiences that are both cool and warm; joyful and difficult. This spectrum reflects my journey in life as new variations of colors continues to expand, creating a color wheel that is me. My understanding of color theory helped me embrace the feelings that are associated with it and become more aware of my environment. As I begin this new chapter of my life, pursuing Environmental Architecture, I am excited to build structures the same way I build up colors, to see how this passion of mine will evolve and allow me to not only understand the world better, but also blend different ideas to tackle challenges. I am excited to see how my creativity will prosper and progress, merging my passion with innovative ideas. My life is a never-ending work of art, with new details and highlights added every day. These represent the lessons learnt, adding to who I am. As I step back to admire the piece I have created, I realize this is one that is forever in progress, a reflection of my journey.

While some may have their unique collectibles, from American dolls to the newest Nike shoes, mine was cardboard boxes at age seven. Not for the mere pretend play, but to build homes for my acquaintances- birdhouses and enclosures for my backyard visitors. These early creations sparked my love for art. Growing up I have always been regarded as the ‘artist of the room’- a title granted with the expectation that I can effortlessly create a perfect circle. Art is more than a mere hobby to me; it is my therapy and my way of understanding the world around me. There is a deep satisfaction when the movement of my hand aligns with the flow of my thoughts; an idea brought to life. The ability to illustrate the chaos of my mind into a physical composition inspired me to do more with my creativity, and it was in one moment the light bulb lit up. Selecting Pixar’s WALL-E in my ninth grade Earth Science class as a movie to watch was solely because it was one I had never seen before. I had yet to realize that this movie would be one to introduce a subtle question: What would the world look like without greed? I believe greed is the main reason we struggle with sustainability today. As I watched the Earth in WALL-E, now a ‘Trash planet’, consumed by waste and being inhabitable, I couldn’t help but wonder a world where our planet is truly cared for rather than subdued by the obsession over wealth and convenience. This question inspired me to bring more empathy into the world through environmental architecture, leading me to learn more about sustainability. From watching videos and documentaries to implementing eco-friendly practices in my daily life, I imagine creating spaces and structures that are not only functional and pleasing but also ensure a healthy environment for future generations to come. As I begin this new chapter of my life, pursuing Environmental Design, I am eager to build structures the same way I build up colors, to see how this passion of mine will evolve and allow me to not only understand the world better, but also blend different ideas to tackle challenges. I am excited to see how my creativity will prosper and progress, merging my passion with innovative ideas. I see this career as a path where I envision and create artistic structures that harmonize with the planet. Becoming an environmental architect is more than a goal for me- it is a way for me to leave a lasting impact on the world and highlight the importance of protecting our natural resources. To work with the planet and not against it; to preserve and protect the gift that has been given to us.

“Muna speak up” A phrase I’ve heard so often that it does not faze me as it goes through one ear and out the other. “I’m sorry but you aren’t loud enough”. It was not a surprise that this was the reason behind the cheerleader coach’s decision after I walked up to the table. Disappointment washed over me as I strode out of the school gymnasium surrounded by squealing girls with my high ponytail, red bow, and lipstick. My words never seemed to carry far, and I disliked the feeling of forcing myself to be louder just to be heard. This wasn’t the first time I’ve felt ostracized. For about half of my high school career, judgment has always been my enemy. It brought the fear that led to me unconsciously self-sabotaging and denying myself opportunities, afraid of disapproval from my peers. I was always afraid of being alone during high school because of this fear that had a hold on me. My self-motivation constantly declined when I tried new things that led to disappointment in an attempt to get out of this shell- more like a prison built by my own anxiety. ‘Rejection is redirection’ was a phrase I never believed in, until I saw the group of girls who danced at my school’s pep rally during sophomore year, and it was one thought that came to mind: that will be me, and it was. The next season I tried out for my school’s POMS team and made it. Dance has always been a hidden part of me. From a minor pretend stage lip-syncing my favorite Fifth Harmony songs and playing Just Dance to becoming a part of a team brought me joy. Since becoming a part of a team, I have learned many skills and lessons that have built me as a person. It led me to be more expressive of myself and allowed me to understand the importance of balance, not only in holding a double pirouette, but also with my academic and school life. It has taught me perseverance and responsibility, even though I was never fond of receiving the consequences of my teammates’ faults, but this was what a team was- sharing both victories and setbacks. This enabled my accountability and patience. The same way I adjust to perfecting my double pirouettes, I’ve learned to adapt to unexpected challenges that come my way. I am incredibly passionate about my education, but as an international student I am ineligible for FAFSA, making scholarships essential for funding my education. Being able to fund my education will enable me to pursue Environmental Design, where I hope to my merging my creativity and passion with innovative ideas. I believe this career path is a way for me to leave a lasting impact on the world and highlight the importance of protecting our natural resources. To work with the planet and not against it; to preserve and protect the gift that has been given to us.

Muna speak up” A phrase I’ve heard so often to the point that it does not faze me as it goes through one ear and out the other. “I’m sorry but you aren’t loud enough”. It was not a surprise that this was the reason behind the cheerleader coach’s decision after I walked up to the table. Disappointment washed over me as I strode out of the school gymnasium surrounded by squealing girls with my high ponytail, red bow, and lipstick. My words never seemed to carry far, and I disliked the feeling of forcing myself to be louder just to be heard. This wasn’t the first time I’ve felt ostracized. Falling at track tryouts during my freshman year, hearing the quiet whispers and laughs with no one around to dismiss the embarrassment fed to this dread of standing out the wrong way. For about half of my high school career, judgment has always been my enemy. It brought the fear that led to me unconsciously self-sabotaging and denying myself opportunities, afraid of disapproval from my peers. I was always afraid of being alone during high school because of this fear that had a hold on me. My self-motivation constantly declined when I tried new things that led to disappointment in an attempt to get out of this shell- more like a prison built by my own anxiety. ‘Rejection is redirection’ was a phrase I never believed in, until I saw the group of girls who danced at my school’s pep rally during sophomore year, and it was one thought that came to mind: that will be me, and it was. The next season I tried out for the North Point POMS team and made it. Dance has always been a hidden part of me. From a minor pretend stage lip-syncing my favorite Fifth Harmony songs and playing Just Dance to becoming a part of a team brought me joy. Since becoming a part of a team, I have learned many skills and lessons that have built me as a person. It led me to be more expressive of myself and allowed me to understand the importance of balance, not only in holding a double pirouette, but also with my academic and school life. It has taught me perseverance and responsibility, even though I was never fond of receiving the consequences of my teammates’ faults, but this was what a team was- sharing both victories and setbacks. This enabled my accountability and patience. The same way I adjust to perfecting my double pirouettes, I’ve learned to adapt to unexpected challenges that may come my way. In my community, I will bring the perseverance and adaptability I developed as a dancer to push past fear and self- doubt, while embracing challenges, contributing to collaborative spaces and uplifting others just as I did on a team. Finally, I let my movements speak louder than my voice. Dance broke this hold and replaced it with something new: excitement.