As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I have seen this time and time again. Anxiety doesn't strike when everything is going well - it attacks when I am already weak from a lack of self-care. My family has a history of mental health challenges, including depression, addictions, bipolar disorder, and thoughts of suicide. I know that I am more susceptible to these mental health challenges because of my family history with these conditions. This knowledge makes me more determined to prioritize my mental wellness. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. I know that it is important to do the things that bring me joy so that I can find balance and peace with my mental health. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health journey is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used to vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. So many of these kids come from families that do not understand the validity of these challenges. With my personal experience of mental health challenges, I cannot ignore these situations. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. I am thankful that I now have the ability to help walk these kids through their anxieties and fears, or help them find strategies to navigate other conditions. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers. I want to create a culture around me where others can feel comfortable coming forward with their own challenges, so we can mutually help one another. I share my struggles, and my victories, with my peers. I discuss mental health strategies with my friends, and talk them through personal difficulties they are facing. I advocate for others, and even gave a speech to my community college class sharing my personal testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I strive to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come and am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health conditions is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers, advocating for others, and even giving a speech to my class sharing my testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I am striving to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come and am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health conditions is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers, advocating for others, and even giving a speech to my class sharing my testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I am striving to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come and am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

As a young child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety, including specific phobias, separation and social anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I have seen this time and time again. Anxiety doesn't strike when everything is going well - it attacks when I am already weak from a lack of self-care. My family has a history of mental health challenges. Close family members have long struggled with anxiety and depression. Other extended family members battle addictions, bipolar disorder, and thoughts of suicide. Within this atmosphere, I learned the importance of taking care of my mental health. I know that I am more susceptible to these mental health challenges because of my family history with these conditions. This knowledge makes me more determined to prioritize my mental wellness. I do not want to fall into the trap of addiction or depression. I have witnessed firsthand the crushing impact of these conditions, not just on individuals, but also on their relationships, and prospects for the rest of their lives. I do not want to live that way. I want to end the vicious cycle. This determination fuels me to persevere in maintaining my mental health, in spite of challenges. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, through time for reflection, journaling, exercise, healthy habits, socializing, and doing things that I enjoy, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. I know that it is important to do the things that bring me joy so that I can find balance and peace with my mental health. The biggest lesson I have learned from my own mental health conditions and the mental health challenges of my close family members is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used to vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges like ADHD and anxiety. So many of these kids come from families that do not understand the validity of these challenges, or see them as real concerns. With my personal experience of mental health challenges and the challenges I have witnessed in my family, I cannot ignore these situations. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. I am thankful that I now have the ability to help walk these kids through their anxieties and fears, or help them find strategies to navigate other conditions. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers. I want to create a culture around me where others can feel comfortable coming forward with their own challenges, so we can mutually help one another. I share my struggles, and my victories, with my peers. I discuss mental health strategies with my friends, and talk them through personal difficulties they are facing. I advocate for others, and even gave a speech to my community college class sharing my personal testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I strive to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come. A younger me would hardly recognize the girl who can now prioritize herself, and speak up for herself and others. In spite of the challenges, I am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health conditions is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers, advocating for others, and even giving a speech to my class sharing my testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I am striving to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come and am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health conditions is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I quickly realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about mental health, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids struggling with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. I stand up against bullying, taking time help children grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles to co-workers and my peers, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. I am committed to advocating for others, even giving a speech to my college class to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with those I encounter every day. Peers frequently confide in me about their own struggles, seeking advice and support, which I am happy to provide. My mental health journey has inspired me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am striving to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. I am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep advocating, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others.

As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health conditions is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers, advocating for others, and even giving a speech to my class sharing my testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I am striving to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come and am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health conditions is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers, advocating for others, and even giving a speech to my class sharing my testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I am striving to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come and am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. The biggest lesson I have learned from my mental health conditions is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers, advocating for others, and even giving a speech to my class sharing my testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I am striving to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come and am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

The serenity of a happy classroom is broken by a little girl in the corner, crying and begging for her parents. She tries to flee. Teachers attempt to reason with her. Other students give her the side-eye and try to move on with their work. Eventually her parent returns and takes her into the hall. Most people have already formed an opinion - spoiled, sensitive, cry-baby, "problem kid." In my work in aftercare, I am always drawn to these "problem kid" situations. The brown-eyed girl on the gym floor whose screaming can be heard across the school. The soccer-loving kid who scares off his only friend with his foul language. The little boy who can't stop getting into fights. Other teachers try - attempting to silence the screams, chastise the language, or restrain the punches. But after a few minutes, they leave the kid to sort it out for themselves, sending them to a corner, or calling their parents. A lot of parents have no idea what to do either, lacking the time or resources to understand and be there for their kids. And so, these "problem kids" are on their own, trying to survive in a system where their behavior sets everyone against them. What a lot of people fail to realize is that the behaviors these kids display are the result of larger issues - neglect, divided families, undiagnosed or untreated social/learning disabilities, anxiety, bullying, or lack of attention at home. They don't need condemnation. What they need is for someone to take the time to understand what they are going through - to fight for them instead of against them. I know what these kids are going through, because I have been in their shoes. I was that little girl in the corner, begging for her parents. That "problem kid." But my parents did not give up on me. They were there, in that hallway, coaching me through my fears. They were there through diagnoses of ADHD, OCD, and generalized anxiety, finding tools to help me succeed, helping me rise every time I fell. So I find myself, crouched on the gym floor, or standing in the onslaught of foul language, or kneeling beside the sobbing fighter, maybe the one person who takes the time to show them they are worth fighting for. This is why I want to be a teacher, to help more kids in a more impactful way, to believe in them, even in those impossible situations, and to provide the support they need to believe in themselves. I don't believe in the term "problem kid." The kid is not a problem. The kid has a problem, but with support, that problem can be solved. It is okay to be different. It is okay to need help. No one should be condemned for something over which they have no control. I had people in my life who never gave up on me, and that inspires me to keep fighting for kids with my career.

The serenity of a happy classroom is broken by a little girl in the corner, crying and begging for her parents. She tries to flee. Teachers attempt to reason with her. Other students give her the side-eye and try to move on with their work. Eventually her parent returns and takes her into the hall. Most people have already formed an opinion - spoiled, sensitive, cry-baby, socially awkward, "problem kid." For some reason, in my work in aftercare, I am always drawn to these "problem kid" situations. The brown-eyed girl on the gym floor whose screaming can be heard across the school. The soccer-loving kid who scares off his only friend with his foul language. The little boy who can't stop getting into fights. Other teachers try - attempting to silence the screams, chastise the language, or restrain the punches. But after a few minutes, they leave the kid to sort it out for themselves, sending them to a corner, or calling their parents. A lot of parents have no idea what to do either, lacking the time or resources to understand and be there for their kids. And so, these "problem kids" are on their own, trying to survive in a system where their behavior sets everyone against them. What a lot of people fail to realize is that the behaviors these kids display are the result of larger issues - neglect, divided families, undiagnosed or untreated social/learning disabilities, anxiety, bullying, or lack of attention at home. They don't need condemnation. What they need is for someone to take the time to understand what they are going through, to fight for them instead of against them, to believe that they can do better, and give them the tools to try again. I know what these kids are going through, because I have been in their shoes. I was that little girl in the corner, begging for her parents. That "problem kid." But people did not give up on me. My parents believed in me and stood by me no matter what. They were there, in that hallway, coaching me through my fears. They were there through diagnoses of ADHD, OCD, and generalized anxiety, finding tools to help me succeed, helping me rise every time I fell. So I find myself, crouched on the gym floor, or standing in the onslaught of foul language, or kneeling beside the sobbing fighter. It is one of the hardest things – to watch a child break and know that nothing I can say will ever be enough. But at least I’m there. Maybe the one thing that stands between that kid and disaster. The important thing is that I am taking the time to let this child know that they are worth caring for, worth the struggle, worth every second I spend, worthy of being heard and loved, that their life is worth living. Everyone deserves to know that truth. This is why I want to teach, to help more kids in a more impactful way, to believe in them, even in those impossible situations, and to provide the support they need to believe in themselves. I don't believe in the term "problem kid." The kid is not a problem. The kid has a problem, but with support, that problem can be solved. It is okay to be different. It is okay to need help. And no one should be condemned for something over which they have no control. I had people in my life who never gave up on me, and that inspires me to keep fighting for kids with my career.

As a young child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety, including specific phobias, separation and social anxiety. These conditions are largely invisible, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. I have seen this time and time again. Anxiety doesn't strike when everything is going well - it attacks when I am already weak from a lack of self-care. My family has a history of mental health challenges. Close family members have long struggled with anxiety and depression. Other extended family members battle addictions, bipolar disorder, and thoughts of suicide. Within this atmosphere, I learned the importance of taking care of my mental health. I know that I am more susceptible to these mental health challenges because of my family history with these conditions. This knowledge makes me more determined to prioritize my mental wellness. I do not want to fall into the trap of addiction or depression. I have witnessed firsthand the crushing impact of these conditions, not just on individuals, but also on their relationships, and prospects for the rest of their lives. I do not want to live that way. I want to end the vicious cycle. This determination fuels me to persevere in maintaining my mental health, in spite of challenges. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, through time for reflection, journaling, exercise, healthy habits, socializing, and doing things that I enjoy, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, walking my dog, or spending time with a friend - these are the things that keep me sane and give me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. I know that it is important to do the things that bring me joy so that I can find balance and peace with my mental health. The biggest lesson I have learned from my own mental health conditions and the mental health challenges of my close family members is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used to vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. I work in aftercare at a public elementary school, where I daily encounter kids who, like me, struggle with learning disabilities and mental health challenges like ADHD and anxiety. So many of these kids come from families that do not understand the validity of these challenges, or see them as real concerns. With my personal experience of mental health challenges and the challenges I have witnessed in my family, I cannot ignore these situations. I stand up against bullying, taking time to discuss the extra challenges these kids face so that other children can grow in empathy. I have disclosed my own struggles both to co-workers and some of the children, helping create a culture where we can talk openly about mental health, and work together to create a positive, supportive environment for everyone. Furthermore, my mental health struggles have given me a wealth of knowledge and experience I can share with the kids I encounter every day. I am thankful that I now have the ability to help walk these kids through their anxieties and fears, or help them find strategies to navigate other conditions. My personal mental health journey has helped inspire me to pursue a career in Elementary Education, so I can create a positive, nurturing classroom environment where kids can learn how to be their best selves, and be accepted for who they are. I am also open about my mental health challenges among my peers. I want to create a culture around me where others can feel comfortable coming forward with their own challenges, so we can mutually help one another. I share my struggles, and my victories, with my peers. I discuss mental health strategies with my friends, and talk them through personal difficulties they are facing. I advocate for others, and even gave a speech to my community college class sharing my personal testimony and knowledge to increase awareness of invisible disabilities. I strive to destigmatize mental health conditions, showing others that an individual with mental health challenges can be successful, and can make a difference for others. My mental health has been an uphill battle, but I am proud of how far I have come. A younger me would hardly recognize the girl who can now prioritize herself, and speak up for herself and others. In spite of the challenges, I am thankful for the opportunity which my mental health struggles have given me to grow in empathy and understanding for others. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. My invisible challenges are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

The first time I volunteered with kids, I was about thirteen years old. Uncertain how to help, I hovered in the back of a church classroom, waiting to pass out pencils, silence whisperers, or take someone to the restroom. Every week, I kept going back, feeling inexplicably needed. Then, something happened that I will never forget. The kids were coloring pictures of their families to take home. As usual, our classroom buzzed with teachers talking over the piping of children, the scraping seats and clattering markers. I moved among them, offering cheerful praise of their rainbow stick figures. One little girl, with tangled hair, and a husky voice caught my attention, asking a simple question that made my heart ache. The girl’s parents were divorced, and aside from that, I knew little about her home life. Yet her question “do I have to draw my whole family?” made sense to me, illuminating her bleak situation. Family, for her, meant fear. Doubt. This 5-year-old could not depend on the people who were supposed to be there for her. She was grappling with issues far too big for her. And, like many others, this girl was on her own. There is so little I can do for kids like that husky-voiced little girl. But still, over five years later, I keep going back, drawn by the sense that there is something in me that these children desperately need. I give what I have – a smile, a word, an affirmation. It doesn’t feel like enough, especially since I started volunteering with fourth and fifth graders who encounter drugs, bullying, neglect, and even violence on a daily basis. They trudge into my classroom and somehow, I have to inspire them to shine in a world that has never looked more hostile. My passion is not just for teaching. I am passionate about seeing children, where they are, and making their worlds a little brighter. And maybe it doesn’t matter if I know the perfect thing to say. Maybe the important thing is that when the rest of the world is hostile and scary, I keep going back, week after week, fighting for these kids, proving that they are worth the time, worthy of being accepted and loved. Every child deserves to know that, and I don’t need the perfect words to say it – all I have to do is be there. Through this service, I found my calling in life - to be there for kids even when everyone else lets them down. I believe I can make the biggest impact as an elementary school teacher, where I will have more time to really get to know each child, and can teach them and empower them through education as well as emotional support. For these reasons, I am pursuing a degree in Elementary Education, while continuing to volunteer with kids at my church, and working in aftercare. I have decided to dedicate my life's work to serving children, and this scholarship would get me one step closer to a career that would let me do exactly that. Because so much of my time has been dedicated to volunteer work, and working a minimum wage job which allows me to be with kids who desperately need my help, college remains out of reach. However, I continue to hope that I will find a way to keep serving and earn enough for college - and this scholarship would be a huge help. Thank you for your consideration.

As a young child, things that came easily to my peers were insurmountable for me. I struggled greatly with spelling, memorizing math facts, a wandering mind, nervous fidgeting, forgetfulness, and writing. Before finishing elementary school, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and generalized anxiety. Even at this young age, I understood the heavy stigma surrounding my learning disabilities and mental health disorders. I had become a member of a widely condemned minority of students struggling to succeed in spite of overwhelming invisible challenges. Now, standing on the brink of college and my future beyond, I keep my eyes fixed on the goal that got me this far. Through all the struggles with my disability and disorders, I never lost sight of my dream of higher education. I have a hunger to learn and understand, and I pursue my passions with fearless determination. College for me has always been my highest goal - my greatest aspiration. It is the key to my future career and life beyond. I have had to work so hard to get to this point. There were so many painful struggles and moments when I wanted to give up - when school was so hard and success seemed impossible. With the help of my homeschool teacher/mom I gradually learned to work through the challenges and to let them make me stronger. My disability is largely invisible. People still look down on me sometimes because I can't do something that comes easily to everyone else. I may not be able to recite the multiplication tables, or get through a lab write up, or focus through a dry textbook, or write an essay without doing three times the necessary work, but through the struggles, I have learned resilience, dedication, self-discipline, responsibility, and compassion. I have become an advocate for myself and for others who face condemnation because of their invisible challenges. And through college, I will prove to myself and to the world that our challenges do not define us - that individuals with disabilities are still smart, creative, and capable. Through college, I will gain the skills and knowledge I need to pursue my dream career of teaching elementary school, so I can help kids who, like me, were labeled, misunderstood, and condemned because of their invisible disabilities. Through college, I will unlock a brighter future, not only for myself, but for the students I will serve, and for the peers I will empower. It has been an uphill battle, but I am proud to be a successful minority student. I see my disabilities, not as a curse, but as hidden blessings which allowed me to develop unique strengths to keep going, even when things get tough. I am determined keep pursuing my goal of becoming an elementary school teacher, so I can help students in the same situation I was in get the help and skills they need to reach their full potential. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. These invisible disabilities are part of who I am, but they do not dictate my life; they make me stronger.

"Why couldn't you have stayed calm for once? Instead of flying off the handle!" The opening lines of "Defying Gravity" set the scene for the song I believe is the pinnacle of Wicked. The fact is - Elphaba has good reason for flying off the handle. She has been disillusioned. Her naive beliefs in authority have been shattered. Why can't we all just stay calm, when everything we know is crashing around us? Something I read has stuck with me: Anger is a sign your boundaries have been crossed - an indication that a violation of trust has occurred. And it is, in these situations, the right response. As Elphaba's world crashes down, she is met with chastisement from her "best friend." Instead of crumpling under Glinda's pleadings ("you can have all you ever wanted,") Elphaba steps boldly into a new identity with the realization that "I don't want it. No, I can't want it anymore." Compliance is the easy choice - I know this well. It is easy to trust the opinions of others rather than your own intuition. In the words of Albus Dumbledore, "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends." Or, as Mahatma Gandhi said, “It's easy to stand with the crowd, it takes courage to stand alone.” This is the courage which Elphaba shows as she stands up to Glinda. This is the courage I have had to find when standing up for my beliefs, values, and myself. "Too late for second-guessing," Elphaba continues. "Too late to go back to sleep." She cannot ignore what she just learned. She cannot go back to the naivety of her youth. She is taking a leap out over the point of no return. I wish I could go back to the time when I thought it was possible to graduate without debt, trusted leaders were trustworthy, and believed one person could change the world. Part of getting older is having these beliefs shattered. What decides your character is how you respond to the disillusionment. The biggest realization comes with the line: "Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I've lost. Well, if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost." Elphaba's greatest longing is for acceptance. Being truly seen and loved for who I am is what I long for most as well. But this makes me dependent on others, and people can be flaky and unreliable. I shared Elphaba's struggle this summer as I realized someone I wanted to rely on wasn't interested in a relationship. I had to process, not only rejection, but also the dependance I had come to feel. Elphaba realized that conforming to the desires of others came at a high cost to her own identity, and recognized that there are things more valuable than being accepted. This is a realization I am slowly coming to myself. I do not need others to validate me. I decide my own worth. Elphaba's example has helped me find the courage to be confident in myself, breaking the ties to others that bring me down. And then she's jumping off, flying free. "So if you care to find me," she cries to the world, "Look to the western sky. As someone told me lately "Everyone deserves the chance to fly."" The words that were meant to trap her in conformity have become her mantra, her freedom cry. She isn't looking back. I strive to follow her example, leaping boldly into the unknown - defying gravity.

As a young child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, OCD, and several types of anxiety, including specific phobias, separation anxiety, and social anxiety. These conditions have followed me, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out in moments of weakness. Every time I think I have overcome one of these challenges, and become complacent about taking care of myself, I am hit with an overwhelming reminder of why it is so important to prioritize my mental health. When my mental health declines, anxiety quickly floods in to fill the void, and I become a nervous, anxious wreck. I have seen this time and time again. Anxiety doesn't strike when everything is going well - it attacks when I am already weak from a lack of self-care. Taking time for self care - doing a relaxing art project, taking a long, hot shower, exercising, or spending time with a friend - is what keeps me sane and gives me the strength to combat the other challenges in my life. My family has a history of mental health challenges. Close family members have long struggled with anxiety and depression. Other extended family members battle addictions, bipolar disorder, and thoughts of suicide. Within this atmosphere, I learned the importance of taking care of my mental health. I know that I am more susceptible to mental health challenges because of my family history with these conditions. This knowledge makes me more determined to prioritize my mental wellness. I do not want to fall into the trap of addiction or depression. I have witnessed firsthand the crushing impact of these conditions, not just on individuals, but also on their relationships, and prospects for the rest of their lives. I do not want to live that way. I want to end the vicious cycle. This determination fuels me to persevere in maintaining my mental health, in spite of challenges. I am constantly seeking to bring balance into my life, through time for reflection, journaling, exercise, healthy habits, socializing, and doing things that I enjoy, even while busy with college, a job, and many other pressing worries. I know that it is important to do the things that bring me joy so that I can find balance and peace with my mental health. The biggest lesson I have learned from my own mental health conditions and the mental health challenges of my close family members is the importance of getting help. Anxiety and depression may seem insignificant to some people, because the terms are used to vaguely in our society. However, these and other mental health conditions are serious concerns. And there is absolutely no shame in needing help. Seeking help shows courage, and demonstrates that you prioritize your mental health more than the potential judgement of others. I have seen a counselor off-and-on for most of my life. I take medication to help manage my ADHD. Although I was reluctant to try medication at first, I am so glad I tried. It has made a world of difference, making it easier for me to function on a daily basis. I realized that the benefits of the medication outweighed the fears I had about being judged for not being able to manage my conditions on my own. I now make it a priority to speak up about my mental health challenges, sharing my story to inspire others to get help. From discussing anxieties with kids in the aftercare program where I work, to giving a speech on learning disabilities for my college class, I share my testimony and knowledge to help others improve their mental health.

For most of my life, art was just a hobby - something I did for fun whenever I had time, but never really took seriously. My mom always said I was a good artist, but moms have to say that. I never though that art would play into my future career in any way. All that changed when I took my first college art class. Walking into the art studio at my local community college felt strangely exhilarating. The smell of pencil shavings. The dim corners and bright ceiling lights. The stand-up easels and gigantic pads of paper waiting to be filled. On the first day of class, my professor announced that we would each need to fill a sketchbook throughout the quarter. It was an ordinary, spiral bound, black sketchbook, but for me, it was magical. Suddenly, I was thinking about art all day long. My hands were gray from graphite smears. My moldable eraser got stiff from kneading. I started seeing people as a series of gesture lines and filled pages with sketches of the kids at the aftercare site where I worked. And slowly, I started to improve. I will never forget the day I walked into art class and saw my most recent assignment displayed on the screen - the best in the class. I could barely believe that the words my professor was saying were about my work. I came into the studio early, and stayed late after class. I came in on Fridays to study the still life, and camped in the lobby of the art building between classes to get a few minutes of sketching in. I soaked in the works displayed in our art gallery. The art building became my second home - my refuge on campus from the bustle outside. Soon, my drawings started to appear, not only on the screen in our classroom, but on the hall outside as well. My professor introduced me to other art professors. I started to take art seriously in a way I never had before. By the end of the quarter, I was able to create a stunning final project, requiring over 50 hours of work, which I was truly proud to display to the class at our final showcase. And that was only the beginning. The next quarter, I dove into a 12-week painting intensive. I filled another book with sketches in paint, pencil, highlighter, or whatever else I had handy. I combined my drawing and painting skills to compose an ambitious final project. Since the completion of that project, I have continued to fill another sketchbook with inspiration. Art has always been an interest. The past year of intensive focus, practice, and critique has made it a passion. I realize now that art is something I want to pursue with my life. It makes me happy and excited, bringing joy to the ordinary. I see the world differently through art, and I love sharing that point of view with others through my pieces and by teaching them art skills. I especially enjoy sharing art techniques with the kids I work with. As I pursue a degree in elementary education, I am keeping my options open. Art is absolutely going to be a part of my future. Whether that is through a minor in arts, extra art classes on the side, or certification to teach art, I know that my creativity is a vital part of who I am, and I am thankful for the opportunity for financial support which will allow me to keep pursuing my creative passion.

Service has always been part of my life. From a very young age, my mom encouraged me to use my gifts to benefit others - sewing projects to donate, crocheting blankets for animal shelters, and making cards for nursing homes. My involvement in American Heritage Girls - a faith-based, service focused program - pushed me to serve in new ways, including serving meals at a local food bank, packing blessing bags for the homeless, and volunteering at my church. In my freshman year, I became the girl service lead for our troop, charged with the task of planning and implementing three service projects for the troop throughout the year. The final project, which required over 50 hours of planning and preparation, benefited the burn unit at a local children's hospital. As a troop, we sewed surgical caps for children, with matching caps for their stuffed animals. In these ways and many others, service has always been present in my life. However, in recent years, service has become so much more than an activity. It has become a way of life. I am on the lookout for ways to meet needs in my community, taking the initiative to solve problems. Currently, I am involved in starting an arts club at my community college, to allow creative students to build social connections. I also recently helped start a youth choir at my church and am helping lead our weekly practices. For the last few years, I have been a volunteer teacher for religious education. I am also involved in volunteer choir and am frequently called upon to cantor and lead music for special events like youth retreats, teen nights, and funerals. My involvement in these service opportunities has brought tremendous joy into my life. I genuinely love to serve others. It is my calling, and my passion, to use my gifts to help people. My background of service has given me compassion and empathy for others. I strive to be a servant leader, leading by example, and putting people first. I have also had the opportunity to lead others into service, with my girl leadership role, and by sharing service opportunities with my peers. Through my testimony, I have recruited many teens in my church to help with ministries and get more actively involved in the community. I am especially drawn to serving children. Whether it is leading Vacation Bible School, assisting with children's choir, sewing surgical caps, teaching religious education, or volunteering extra time to plan meaningful activities for the kids in the after school program where I work, I am inspired to serve children in my community. Kids are drawn to me, knowing instinctively that I am truly interested in them. Bringing that smile, that praise, that laughter, that support, or that listening ear to their lives is, I believe, a service. This is why I want to be a teacher. I believe that, by teaching, I can better use my gifts of leadership to help kids in my community, and can touch their lives in a more significant and impactful way. This scholarship would help me to reach my goal of becoming a good teacher - dedicating my career and my life to serving and shaping the next generation. Thank you for your consideration and for this amazing opportunity!

I crouched on the gym floor, staring into the brown eyes of a little girl who was shattering to pieces before me. For the last ten minutes, I had listened attentively while, in broken phrases intermingled with tears, this seven-year-old expressed her heartbreak over a split family, her longing for the love of an older stepsister who wanted nothing to do with her, and a deep certainty that her parents did not want her. For weeks leading to this moment, I had tried expressing my concerns regarding this child to my co-workers, but they brushed me off, calling the girl clingy and overemotional - a “problem kid.” When her tears started pouring over seemingly nothing, they told her to get over it, then walked away. Most teachers aren't willing to put in the emotional energy needed to understand a situation like that. Daily, I watch other aftercare staff chatting with easy kids, and wonder why I get fixated on the ones who are falling apart. When I was in pre-school, we had a daily routine. Every morning, my teacher would drag me away from my mom, as I screamed and cried, terrified of being on my own. Eventually, my parents realized this fear was not something I could conquer on my own. They resolved to homeschool. It took years of counseling and gradual desensitization for me to overcome my separation and social anxiety. I didn’t realize at the time how lucky I was to have parents who made the time to care. So many parents lack the understanding or resources to be there for their kids. And so many people categorize “problem kids” without realizing that their behaviors are the side effects of bigger issues that no child should have to face alone. I cherish a few memories, little victories in the long struggle. I remember a preschool teacher playing playdough and talking with me as I finally had the courage to respond, the glowing praise of my dance teachers when I got over my fears enough to participate in class, and a girl who did not judge me for my frequent bursts of tears, but quietly asked my name and became my best friend. These people supported me, unfailingly, until I was ready to stand on my own. So, I found myself there, crouching on the floor, watching this little girl grapple with the pieces of her broken world, staying by her side when everyone else had abandoned her. It is one of the hardest things – to watch a child break and know that nothing I can say will ever be enough. But at least I’m there. Maybe the one thing that stands between that kid and disaster. The important thing is that I am taking the time to let this child know that she is worth caring for, worth the struggle, worth every second I spend, worthy of being heard and loved, that her life is worth living. Everyone deserves to know that truth. And maybe the words I said to her that day on the gym floor somehow were enough. I may never know. What I do know, is that I will keep serving these children, keep giving of my time and talent, my energy and enthusiasm, keep opening my heart even though it breaks again and again for these kids. This is why I want to teach, to pour out my compassion for children in those heartbreaking situations, to help help them in a more impactful way, to believe in them, and to be there, so no kid has to go through those situations alone.

This world is loud. Billboards, magazines, influencers, social media, commercials, celebrities, pop-music, politicians - all these sources are grappling for our time and attention, competing to prove that their "truth" is the one we should believe. For young people becoming adults in this media age, it is especially difficult to hold to the values and beliefs of their childhood. The truths we thought we knew are smashed to pieces by this modern world, or else pushed deliberately aside to protect ourselves from condemnation and rejection. We fear abandonment. We fear being alone. So we cling to those things that make us feel accepted - those norms which are deemed acceptable by society, or that small fraction of society that we are part of. This world is increasingly divided. We forget that we all start out essentially the same - that our environments shape us into who we are, and that these things which divide us, be it politics, religion, or favorite sports team! These things are things of this world. More and more, whenever conflict occurs, people get defensive and angry. The majority of people are no longer willing to have a civil conversation, or consider the perspectives of others. Instead, they view any differing belief as an attack on themselves. And division wins again, distracting us from what is truly important. There are so many versions of truth all around us. The media presents us with many sources claiming to have the "truth." Our childhood truths are challenged and rejected in preference to socially acceptable beliefs. Groups with similar opinions form, shunning others of differing opinions. Individuals hold fast to whatever they deem as their essential values, forgetting that we have more in common than we realize. With all this division and chaos around us, how are we to find the truth? Thankfully, we don't have to do it alone. Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ knew we would struggle, and forget, and fail. And He forgave us anyway. All we have to do is keep turning back to Him. Keep asking Him to enlighten our minds and open our hearts, and keep healing this broken world. “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me" (John 14:6). Jesus gave us the truth. He gave us Himself. In the midst of the noise, and the division, the doubt and fear, we are not alone. He has overcome this world, He knows what it is like to walk in our steps, and He will never abandon us. He is the Word made Flesh, dwelling among us. God's Word, the Bible, tells us the truth. But in order to understand, we have to pray and develop a relationship with God, understanding who He truly is so that we can interpret the Bible the way it is meant to be interpreted. We must view scriptures in context, and contemplate carefully rather than acting on rash impulse, believing we act in accordance with God's will. We must carefully analyze whether our actions are really what Jesus would have done. Jesus is the way and the truth and the life. We can come to the Father through Him, and in Him, we find the truth the world so desperately needs.

The serenity of a happy classroom is broken by a little girl in the corner, begging for her parents. She tries to flee. Teachers attempt to reason with her. Other students give her the side-eye and try to move on with their work. Eventually her parent returns and takes her into the hall. Most people have already formed an opinion - spoiled, sensitive, cry-baby, socially awkward, "problem kid." For some reason, in my work in aftercare, I am always drawn to these "problem kid" situations. The brown-eyed girl on the gym floor whose screaming can be heard across the school. The soccer-loving kid who scares off his only friend with his foul language. The little boy who can't stop getting into fights. Other teachers try - attempting to silence the screams, chastise the language, or restrain the punches. But after a few minutes, they leave the kid to sort it out for themselves, sending them to a corner, or calling their parents. A lot of parents have no idea what to do either, lacking the time or resources to understand and be their for their kids. And so, these "problem kids" are on their own, trying to survive in a system where their behavior sets everyone against them. What a lot of people fail to realize is that the behaviors these kids display are the result of larger issues - neglect, divided families, undiagnosed or untreated social/learning disabilities, anxiety, bullying, or lack of attention at home. They don't need condemnation. What they need is for someone to take the time to understand what they are going through, to fight for them instead of against them, to believe that they can do better, and give them the tools to try again. I know what these kids are going through, because I have been in their situation. I was that little girl in the corner, begging for her parents. That "problem kid." But people did not give up on me. My parents believed in me and stood by me no matter what. They were there, in that hallway, coaching me through my fears. They were there through diagnoses of ADHD, OCD, and generalized anxiety, finding tools to help me succeed, helping me rise every time I fell. This is why I want to teach. Kids today are facing tremendous difficulties, and so many of them lack that person who is reliably there for them. I believe teachers are in a tremendously important position to have a positive influence on children's lives by not giving up on them just because their behaviors are difficult, but seeing beyond the challenge to the potential underneath and helping kids believe in that potential. I don't believe in the term "problem kid." The kid is not a problem. The kid has a problem, but with support, that problem can be solved. I had people in my life who never gave up on me, and that inspires me to keep fighting for kids with my career.

I was raised to be a woman of integrity - reliable, treating others with kindness and fairness, and setting high standards for myself. These values influence my actions and are helping me become a successful woman. Following through on commitments is incredibly important to me. There have been many flaky people in my life - grandparents, aunts and uncles, teachers, friends. While striving to forgive these individuals, I also recognize that their failures to stay true to their word were betrayals of the faith I put in them. I do not want others to feel the disappointment of not being able to rely on me. When I say I will do something, I do it. No questions, no excuses. I have vowed to myself that there will never be an empty seat at a party because of me, that no one will be left scrambling because I was unprepared, and that no one will ever have to question whether I will actually do what I have said I will do. This is part of who I am, and I believe it makes me a better person. Fairness is incredibly important to children. Recalling times in my childhood where my younger sisters were "favorited" still brings a bitter taste to my mouth. More recently, I have been reminded, in terms none too gentle, of this high value of fairness by kids in the aftercare program where I work. I strive to treat all the children I meet with fairness - hearing both sides of their disputes before guiding them to a solution. I really listen and hear people out, valuing their perspective even if I disagree. When older kids accused me of favoriting younger kids, I took it seriously and used the opportunity to assess where I was spending my time while at work. I determined, after reflection and further discussion with my accusers, that I needed to spend more time getting to know the older students in my care. Doing this has improved my relationships with them, as well as the overall dynamic at our site. I strive to treat kids with kindness as well as fairness, taking into account individual challenges while assessing the larger situation and making allowances for unique circumstances. I want each child to know that I am on their side, fighting for a solution, not trying to get them in trouble. Through my consistent treatment of the kids and enforcement of the rules, but also my ability to really listen and empathize with each unique situation, the kids have come to trust me and now come to me with their problems, knowing that in me, they will get a fair but compassionate judge. I have a high standard of excellence which I hold myself to in my personal, professional, and academic life. I set lofty goals for my own improvement, and stick to them. I am self-disciplined about fitness and other beneficial habits. I am consistent at work, arriving on time and prepared, and working hard for my entire shift. At school, I aspire to more than just a good grade. I am not content to submit an assignment unless I know I have done my best work. I actively seek and incorporate feedback from my professors and peers. Accountability, to me, means being reliable, judging fairly, and holding to a standard of excellence. Accountability has helped me become the kind of person I want to be - the kind of person who sets lofty goals, sticks to her morals, and is not afraid to assess herself for ways she can become better.

In Fall, 2022, one of my American Heritage Girls troop leaders offhandedly suggested that we could create a musical based on the year’s theme: Shine. I was immediately inspired, and, in under 24 hours, I had composed a simple but beautiful storyline for the play. Our team met for a planning session, though none of us had any idea what we were getting into. We were teens with complicated schedules who had never even been in a musical, let alone created one. We needed someone to take initiative and lead the cause. My dad later remarked that the most motivated person is the one who gets things done. On our team, I quickly became that leader – using my skills of communication, planning, and encouragement to take Shine from fantasy to reality. This musical required all the communication skills I had developed in American Heritage Girls. I had to advocate for my storyline while collaborating on the actual script - a balancing act between respecting others’ input and speaking up for my own creative vision. Once we divided into teams for costumes, props, sets, decorations, and advertisements, I had to provide guidance, reminders, and motivation to help each team succeed and grow in their own leadership abilities. I had to communicate clearly with parents and church staff, gracefully navigating conflicts as they arose, and guiding everyone through tense situations by keeping our end-goal in mind. As we got closer to opening night, my clear communication made it easy for parent volunteers to get involved. Through leadership opportunities, I could see people getting excited and more invested in the end goal. My ability to communicate effectively united our troop in the vision for the musical and helped everyone succeed in their role. Using my massive excel to-do list, I worked deliberately through planning and implementing every aspect of the musical. This included team meetings, emails to parents, troop announcements, submitting a budget, ordering supplies, reserving the church hall, meeting with parish staff, recruiting parent volunteers, setting up and decorating the stage, and running rehearsals. My ability to plan ahead for unforeseen complications, like musicians backing out, helped us avoid some truly horrible situations. I also motivated our young actresses to learn their songs, practicing with them to make it fun. During rehearsals, I was responsible for encouraging the cast to sing out, speak clearly, and let their lights shine for the audience. My enthusiasm for the musical was contagious, spreading quickly through our team and impacting the entire troop. As we opened the doors on opening night, I had to take a step back and realize that over a hundred hours of work was about to come to fruition. In spite of the challenges, I had enjoyed leading this project and was thrilled to see it taking off. We impacted lives that night. Men and women were in tears, singing along to our music. Parents were empowered to take on troop leadership roles. The shyest of the younger girls was beaming as she came onstage for her final bows. And as I watched, I realized that the best part, for me, was not my moment in the spotlight, my final bow, or even my closing speech. It was watching the smiles light up the room and realizing that my communication, planning, and encouragement had made it possible. This experience helped me realize how much I enjoy leading and serving others, especially children, and inspired me to pursue a career in teaching. By directing this musical, I realized that my gift as a leader is using my strengths to let others shine.

As a young child, things that came easily to my peers were insurmountable for me. I struggled greatly with spelling, memorizing math facts, a wandering mind, nervous fidgeting, forgetfulness, and writing. My mom suspected a learning disability and scheduled me for neuropsychological testing. The results showed that I was twice exceptional; gifted with ADHD. As the Psychologist started explaining, everything clicked into place. My difficulties with focus were overshadowing my giftedness as well as the strengths of an ADHD mind, including creativity and the ability to hyper-focus. ADHD was in control, preventing me from reaching my full potential. Now, eight years later, I am an organized, self-disciplined, focused Running Start student with a 4.0 GPA, a perfect attendance record, and every assignment submitted on time. Most people are shocked to hear that I have a learning disability. It took so much work to get to this point, so many painful struggles and moments where I wanted to give up, so many times where someone just did not understand why something was so hard for me. Thankfully, I had lots of help from my parents, especially my mom, who homeschooled me so school could be catered to fit my learning needs. I dove deep into areas where I was naturally gifted and could successfully grasp challenging material, building my confidence as a student. We worked through tough subjects like science and math in creative ways, and tried many different strategies for essay-writing, where I was frequently discouraged because of my struggle to focus. In homeschool, I learned about growth mindfulness and discovered valuable coping strategies. I have continued this work on my own, implementing organization methods like checklists, planners, alarms, and calendars, which help focus my attention deficit, hyperactive brain. I also gradually learned how to advocate for myself. After implementing all these strategies and continuing to struggle with focus on mathematics and essay writing in 10th grade, we decided to try ADHD medication. I was reluctant at first, but I am so thankful I tried it. The medication has made a world of difference, giving me a chance to succeed without having to fight so hard every step of the way. With the largest impediments to my focus removed and my strategies still in place, I have been able to shine as a student, using the strengths of an ADHD mind to their fullest. I love learning, finding creative solutions, and slipping into that hyper focused zone where time stops, and it is just me and the task before me. My disability is largely invisible. Most people do not realize how hard those seemingly easy tasks still are sometimes. It has been an uphill battle, but I am proud to be a successful, twice exceptional student. I now view my ADHD, not as a curse, but as a hidden blessing which enables me to not only think in unique ways, but also to have compassion for others who have disabilities. I am determined keep pursuing my goal of becoming an elementary school teacher, so I can help students in the same situation I was in get the help and skills they need to reach their full potential. My ADHD is an ongoing struggle as I fight to stay on top of shifting medications, improving strategies, and enlightening others to the unique challenges I face. But I am determined not to let ADHD take over. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. ADHD is a part of who I am, but it does not dictate my life; it makes me stronger.

I was blessed to be exposed to great literature from a very young age. I remember the “library” in our house - a corner dedicated to books - and how much I loved searching through the titles for my next adventure. I also remember how much I looked forward to our trips to the local library, when I would rush to check for new books by my favorite authors. I read everywhere – in the car, my closet, on the playset, while climbing the stairs… To choose a favorite book is impossible. However, there are several titles which have made a lasting impact on my life, and which continue to influence me to this day. The first long novel I remember loving is Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder. My dad read the book out loud at night, and for years, I lived and breathed pioneers. My best friend and I came together over these books. Laura’s lessons in valuing family, friendship, and nature really resonated with me. I connected with the simple, heartfelt values shown by Laura and her family. Little House sparked my passion for history and inspired me to write my own historic fiction series. As I grew a little older, another heroin entered my life. Anne of Green Gables was different from everyone around her. She taught me that it is okay to be different, to use big words with confidence, to dream, and to hope even when things seem bleak. This book came at a period of my life where I felt like an outcast, and L.M. Montgomery’s heroin inspired me with courage to fearlessly be myself. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott has been a book to live with. I first read it when I was about ten, and instantly fell in love with the beautiful story. I have read this book over and over, and even recently, while reading it aloud to my nine-year-old sister, found new lessons, relevant to the challenges of my life today. The inspiring example of sisterhood, faith, and morals helped shape me. I learned from the March sisters to be open and honest in confessing your faults, to seek guidance from others, to be patient, to make yourself worthy and do your best in everything, and to serve others. I still strive to follow their example. More recently, I have connected with Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Ere, provoked to deep thought by Jane’s ability to stay true to her values, knowing that there are things even more important than earthly love and seeking the highest first. I was also inspired by Jane’s ability to step boldly forward, unafraid of failure, and by the book’s ending which proves that love conquers all, and good will be rewarded in the end. These strong women inspire me to do my best, to live to the fullest, and to give in service to others. To have standards and live up to them. To abide by my morals. Many of these women are teachers and writers and have inspired me to teach and continue with my hobby of creative writing. These are women who follow their hearts, love fully, laugh often, and live well. These incredible female authors have taught me how to be a woman. Their advice is the advice I give myself and others. These are the women I hope to share with my own classroom of students someday, and with other children in my life. They had a profound impact on my life, and they stay with me as I strive to be the best version of myself.

What would you do if you weren't afraid? This is a question which I have been asked, and have asked myself, in my later teen years, and which has made a tremendous impact on my ability to make decisions without being bogged down by anxiety. However, I can now recognize that, in my youth, many of my decisions were motivated by fear. When I was young, I struggled with social and separation anxiety. When left alone, without my parents, I would cower in the corner, refusing to speak to anyone. I missed countless opportunities for friendships and connections. In my mid childhood, I feared rejection from others, and tried to control them through overbearing leadership. Because I could not face my insecurities, I did damage to relationships and look back with regret, no matter how many times I apologize. As a tween, I succumbed again to social anxiety, missing out on significant opportunities by failing to reach out. When I did interact with others, my fears held me back, keeping me at my table, in my corner, or against a wall instead of socializing with potential friends. Even as a young teen, I made decisions based on fear. My fear of the unknown made me resist flexing my schedule, even for enjoyable opportunities. My fear of making mistakes prevented me from calling friends to suggest hang-outs. My separation anxiety meant that I never had a sleep over with one of my closest friends. As a naturally anxious person, fear has been my companion for my entire life. However, in the last year, I have made the decision to take fear out of the driver's seat, and it started with a simple question: What would you do if you weren't afraid? When my mom first asked me that question, I probably resisted, scorned it as impossible even to consider. But on reflection, I started to take those words to heart. What would I do if I wasn't afraid? At youth group, when making the choice between sitting at an empty table or joining a few girls having a quiet conversation. When walking up to a bunch of adults sitting in the choir loft on my first night of adult choir, sorely tempted to turn around and drive home. When walking into my first class with a professor rumored to be one of the most challenging on campus. When hovering over the submit button on a midterm exam for the same professor. When preparing for my first job interview. The old me probably would have sat alone, driven home, taken a seat at the back of the class, procrastinated submitting the assignment, or backed out of the interview. But fear is not in control of my life anymore, and I prove that to myself time and time again - by sitting at the table with the chatting girls and introducing myself; by walking up to the choir members and asking where the sopranos sat; by choosing a seat in the front row of the professor's classroom because that is where I like to be; by submitting the assignment because I am confident I have done my best work; and by going into the interview ready to speak enthusiastically about my passion for children and skills of leadership. And yes, I was scared in these situations, but I have learned that I cannot let fear prevent me from doing what I love, from taking those chances, and from finding out - what would I do if I wasn't afraid?

Service has been my way of life for many years. Since becoming involved in community service through my American Heritage Girls troop, I am constantly on the lookout for ways to volunteer in service to others. This has included volunteering to pack grocery boxes for families in need at a local food bank, crocheting shawls for hospice patients, and organizing a project to sew surgical caps for a children's burn unit. I believe serving others is a vital way to show appreciation for the gifts I have been given. There are so many people in need, and many times, their needs can be met if enough individuals are willing to give of their time, talent, and treasure to serve. Through my many volunteering experiences, I have been drawn particularly to service which benefits children. From volunteering in Religious Education classrooms to helping with children's choir, I find fulfillment and joy from helping kids grow, learn, and explore their own passions. This is why I have decided to pursue a career in Elementary School Teaching, where I will get to serve children in my community every day. I believe that children are one of the most important groups in need of help in today's world. So many kids face neglect, bullying, violence, peer-pressure, and even abuse. Passionate, skilled teachers who actively take steps to improve the lives of children in their classrooms are essential to stopping the downward spiral of society. Through my education, I will learn the necessary skills to serve children better, including how to teach effectively, how to identify special needs in students, and how to recognize and intervene to prevent bullying, violence, and abuse. Good teachers are servants to their community, dedicating their lives to those who have nothing to give in return. Teachers rarely receive gratitude for their hard labor. They work in grueling environments, and face challenges on every side. For this reason, it is essential that teachers are well educated and skilled to overcome whatever comes their way, and be an inspiring example to their students no matter what. I believe that, through my career, I will benefit and improve my local community by raising up the next generation of leaders, decision makers, voters, citizens - giving them the skills of initiative, motivation, discipline, and organization they need to succeed in this world, and inspiring in them through my actions a love for learning and passion for service to others which they can carry with them as they become adults who will, in turn, improve their communities.

I crouched on the gym floor, staring into the brown eyes of a little girl who was shattering to pieces before me. For the last ten minutes, I had listened attentively while, in broken phrases intermingled with tears, this seven-year-old expressed her heartbreak over a split family, her longing for the love of an older stepsister who wanted nothing to do with her, and a deep certainty that her parents did not want her. For weeks leading to this moment, I had tried expressing my concerns regarding this child to my co-workers, but they brushed me off, calling the girl clingy and overemotional - a “problem kid.” When her tears started pouring over seemingly nothing, they told her to get over it, then walked away. Daily, I watch other aftercare staff chatting with easy kids, and wonder why I get fixated on the ones who are falling apart. When I was in pre-school, we had a daily routine. Every morning, my teacher would drag me away from my mom, as I screamed and cried, terrified of being on my own. On my first day of Pre-K, I curled in a tiny ball in the corner, ignoring the gentle coaxing of the ever-patient helper. By the end of the year, my parents realized this fear was not something I could conquer on my own. They resolved to homeschool. It took years of counseling and gradual desensitization for me to overcome my separation and social anxiety. I didn’t realize at the time how lucky I was to have parents who made the time to care: a mom who sat up till the wee hours of the morning when I was too frightened to sleep, a dad who listened to my fears and helped find solutions. So many parents lack the understanding or resources to be there for their kids. And so many people categorize “problem kids” without realizing that their behaviors are the side effects of bigger issues that no child should have to face alone. I cherish a few memories, little victories in the long struggle. I remember a preschool teacher playing playdough and talking with me as I finally had the courage to respond, the glowing praise of my dance teachers when I got over my fears enough to participate in class, and a girl who did not judge me for my frequent bursts of tears, but quietly asked my name and became my best friend. These people supported me, unfailingly, until I was ready to stand on my own. So, I found myself there, crouching on the floor, watching this little girl grapple with the pieces of her broken world. My co-workers had left her to sort it out for herself. In a more extreme way, so had her parents. But I couldn’t walk away. It is one of the hardest things – to watch a child break and know that nothing I can say will ever be enough. But at least I’m there. Maybe the one thing that stands between that kid and disaster. The important thing is that I am taking the time to let this child know that she is worth caring for, worth the struggle, worth every second I spend, worthy of being heard and loved, that her life is worth living. Everyone deserves to know that truth. This is why I want to teach, to help more kids in a more impactful way, to believe in them, and to be there, so no kid has to go through those situations alone.

As a young child, things that came easily to my peers were insurmountable for me. I struggled greatly with spelling, memorizing math facts, a wandering mind, nervous fidgeting, forgetfulness, and writing. My mom suspected a learning disability and scheduled me for neuropsychological testing. The results showed that I was twice exceptional; gifted with ADHD. As the Psychologist started explaining, everything clicked into place. My difficulties with focus were overshadowing my giftedness as well as the strengths of an ADHD mind, including creativity and the ability to hyper-focus. ADHD was in control, preventing me from reaching my full potential. Now, eight years later, I am an organized, self-disciplined, focused Running Start student with a 4.0 GPA, a perfect attendance record, and every assignment submitted on time. Most people are shocked to hear that I have a learning disability. It took so much work to get to this point, so many painful struggles and moments where I wanted to give up, so many times where someone just did not understand why something was so hard for me. Thankfully, I had lots of help from my parents, especially my mom, who homeschooled me so school could be catered to fit my learning needs. I dove deep into areas where I was naturally gifted and could successfully grasp challenging material, building my confidence as a student. We worked through tough subjects like science and math in creative ways, and tried many different strategies for essay-writing, where I was frequently discouraged because of my struggle to focus. In homeschool, I learned about growth mindfulness and discovered valuable coping strategies. I have continued this work on my own, implementing organization methods like checklists, planners, alarms, and calendars, which help focus my attention deficit, hyperactive brain. I also gradually learned how to advocate for myself. After implementing all these strategies and continuing to struggle with focus on mathematics and essay writing in 10th grade, we decided to try ADHD medication. I was reluctant at first, but I am so thankful I tried it. The medication has made a world of difference, giving me a chance to succeed without having to fight so hard every step of the way. With the largest impediments to my focus removed and my strategies still in place, I have been able to shine as a student, using the strengths of an ADHD mind to their fullest. I love learning, finding creative solutions, and slipping into that hyper focused zone where time stops, and it is just me and the task before me. My disability is largely invisible. Most people do not realize how hard those seemingly easy tasks still are sometimes. In my work in aftercare at a public elementary school, I see so many students in a similar situation, condemned as "problem kids" because of disabilities which no one has taken the time to understand. I now view my ADHD as a hidden blessing which enables me to have compassion for others struggling with disabilities. I am determined keep pursuing my goal of becoming an elementary school teacher, so I can help students in the same situation I was in get the help and skills they need to reach their full potential. I had people in my life who fought for me, and I want to be that beacon of hope for others, lifting up students with undiagnosed/untreated disabilities and giving them the opportunity to thrive. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. ADHD is a part of who I am, but it does not dictate my life; it makes me stronger.

As a young child, things that came easily to my peers were insurmountable for me. I struggled greatly with spelling, memorizing math facts, a wandering mind, nervous fidgeting, forgetfulness, and writing. My mom suspected a learning disability and scheduled me for neuropsychological testing. The results showed that I was twice exceptional; gifted with ADHD. As the Psychologist started explaining, everything clicked into place. My difficulties with focus were overshadowing my giftedness as well as the strengths of an ADHD mind, including creativity and the ability to hyper-focus. ADHD was in control, preventing me from reaching my full potential. Now, eight years later, I am an organized, self-disciplined, focused Running Start student with a 4.0 GPA, a perfect attendance record, and every assignment submitted on time. Most people are shocked to hear that I have a learning disability. It took so much work to get to this point, so many painful struggles and moments where I wanted to give up, so many times where someone just did not understand why something was so hard for me. Thankfully, I had lots of help from my parents, especially my mom, who homeschooled me so school could be catered to fit my learning needs. I dove deep into areas where I was naturally gifted and could successfully grasp challenging material, building my confidence as a student. We worked through tough subjects like science and math in creative ways, and tried many different strategies for essay-writing, where I was frequently discouraged because of my struggle to focus. In homeschool, I learned about growth mindfulness and discovered valuable coping strategies. I have continued this work on my own, implementing organization methods like checklists, planners, alarms, and calendars, which help focus my attention deficit, hyperactive brain. I also gradually learned how to advocate for myself. After implementing all these strategies and continuing to struggle with focus on mathematics and essay writing in 10th grade, we decided to try ADHD medication. I was reluctant at first, but I am so thankful I tried it. The medication has made a world of difference, giving me a chance to succeed without having to fight so hard every step of the way. With the largest impediments to my focus removed and my strategies still in place, I have been able to shine as a student, using the strengths of an ADHD mind to their fullest. I love learning, finding creative solutions, and slipping into that hyper focused zone where time stops, and it is just me and the task before me. My disability is largely invisible. Most people do not realize how hard those seemingly easy tasks still are sometimes. It has been an uphill battle, but I am proud to be a successful, twice exceptional student. I now view my ADHD, not as a curse, but as a hidden blessing which enables me to not only think in unique ways, but also to have compassion for others who have disabilities. I am determined keep pursuing my goal of becoming an elementary school teacher, so I can help students in the same situation I was in get the help and skills they need to reach their full potential. My ADHD is an ongoing struggle as I fight to stay on top of shifting medications, improving strategies, and enlightening others to the unique challenges I face. But I am determined not to let ADHD take over. I will keep fighting, keep pursuing my education, and keep using my experience to help others. ADHD is a part of who I am, but it does not dictate my life; it makes me stronger.

Success, wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson, is “To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children… to find the best in others; to give of one’s self; to leave the world a bit better… to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” This quote has become my personal definition of success. My goal is not to leave a legacy, accumulate wealth, or become a celebrity. I am focused outward, on what impact my life will have on those closest to me, those I interact with on a daily basis, and how my actions and decisions can best serve those in need. I want to make this world a better place, starting with the problems that are nearest and dearest to my heart. As a child, I struggled with being neurodivergent, as well as having social and separation anxiety. Thanks to the loving support of my family, I was able to overcome these challenges. Going through those experiences gave me compassion for children in adverse circumstances, or who struggle with behavioral difficulties – children usually labeled “problem kids” by their teachers, peers, and even by their parents. I encounter children like this all the time, and, unlike most adults in their lives, I take the time to really understand what they are going through and help them overcome their challenges. Children are drawn to me, seeing that I am genuinely interested in them – their adventures, dreams, creativity, activities, scraped knees and sticker prizes. I volunteer as much as I can with children, helping with Religious Education classes and children’s choir. I also work in aftercare at a public elementary school. I hope to help children even more in my future career as an Elementary School teacher. Success in my future starts with the children whose lives I am able to touch by my understanding kindness, gentle guidance, inspiring enthusiasm, and unfailing encouragement. I am also dedicated to serving my community as a leader and active participant. Through leadership, I have helped others to pursue service opportunities. I planned and implemented a significant community outreach project – an original musical called Shine, which showcased twelve young girls and took place for an audience of over two hundred community members at my church. This was a success, not because of my moment in the spotlight, but because my leadership gave those girls the opportunity to shine and touched the lives of so many people in our community. Success, to me, means giving my best to others, dedicating my time to helping children and using my leadership abilities to bring out the best in others. I use the gifts I have been given, the skills I have developed, and the passions which fill my heart, in service to others, reaping the rich reward of affection and hoping to leave this world a little better. This opportunity will help me to succeed by allowing me to pursue the education I need to become a teacher. As a teacher I will be able to impact children's lives in a more significant way, spending more hours with them every day, in a position where I can guide and nurture more actively, and educate as well as support each child in my care. College will give me the opportunity to broaden my horizons, becoming a better leader by understanding more diverse perspectives and knowing more about the world. This opportunity will help make college possible, which will, in turn, help me to win the respect of the wise through my passion for learning and the love of children through my ability to teach as well as support them. By assisting my ability to pay for college, this opportunity will also assist my ability to positively impact others, leaving my mark on the world, not through significant accomplishments, monuments, or discoveries, but through hearts touched, minds formed, and lives made a little easier because I have lived.