What inspires me to get involved in my community is the feeling everyone gets when they help someone. The undeniable feeling that what they are doing is worth something. It speaks volumes. My goal in life especially with picking a career was to pick a career that was involving me helping people. Now I've declared my major and I will do that. My end goal is to be a lawyer. Helping clients one case at a time. While in school I've done multiple acts of volunteer work for example. - Member, Lady of Charities, St.John's Preparatory High school, the school year 2019 Assisted those in need for ex. (Created meals for the homeless) Participated in actions of food drives and clothing drives -Member, Sullivan and Cromwell Internship, School year 2019 Gained knowledge and experience in the field of law Learned the business attributes of law & worked with others to solve problems Experienced working with large, reputable business law firms in New York City - Member, Fresh Air Fund, the school year 2019-2021 Developed leadership skills & ways to adapt to unsafe situations during outdoor activities Communicated and collaborated with new individuals - Mount Sinai Morningside, helped the food service, visited patients, & worked with the team management team to improve patient satisfaction, 2021-2022 - United Nations, working under the guidance of Senior Executive Chef Danny Lopez, and his culinary team, developing projects to feed homeless shelters during the winter time in addition to developing projects to help others that may be in need. - Breast Cancer walk, NYC, 2019-2022 & Class of 2023 food drive, 2020-2022 These are just things that may be seen in the books that I've completed. There are multiple ways I help my community not just doing volunteer work. Being there for new kids in school, or helping your neighbor look for their dog that went missing. These arent written in the constitution as ways to help around your community. There are human morals. ones that every single person should possess. Everyone needs to pay for college. Many people need help. Many people may be applying. Many people need it but all of them help the community. Life is about helping right. Giving people a hand without needing something back. I think that's a great thing and all, but I also believe that karma is a thing, and all my help will be one day rewarded

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness. I was selfish, I was scared, I wasn't ready. In July of 2013 a man came into our lives or tried to at least.This was the same year that the nightmares started to occur from waking up in cold sweats, waking up shaking, crying, mad,waking up with just silence from what just occurred in the dream that just had passed. T

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness.

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness. I was selfish, I was scared, I wasn't ready. In July of 2013 a man came into our lives or tried to at least.This was the same year that the nightmares started to occur from waking up in cold sweats, waking up shaking, crying, mad,waking up with just silence from what just occurred in the dream that just had passed. This male was killing me every time that my worried scared eyes closed. One of my dreams we were at a cliff, in this cliff I recall I was getting pushed by the man. In another dream the man locked me in the house while it was burning in flames. In the dream where it all hit I was shot by this man. It was as if he just wanted to eliminate me.

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in.

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness. I was selfish, I was scared, I wasn't ready. In July of 2013 a man came into our lives or tried to at least.This was the same year that the nightmares started to occur from waking up in cold sweats, waking up shaking, crying, mad,waking up with just silence from what just occurred in the dream that just had passed.

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness. I was selfish, I was scared, I wasn't ready. In July of 2013 a man came into our lives or tried to at least.This was the same year that the nightmares started to occur from waking up in cold sweats, waking up shaking, crying, mad,waking up with just silence from what just occurred in the dream that just had passed.

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness. I was selfish, I was scared, I wasn't ready. In July of 2013 a man came into our lives or tried to at least.This was the same year that the nightmares started to occur from waking up in cold sweats, waking up shaking, crying, mad,waking up with just silence from what just occurred in the dream that just had passed. This male was killing me every time that my worried scared eyes closed. One of my dreams we were at a cliff, in this cliff I recall I was getting pushed by the man. In another dream the man locked me in the house while it was burning in flames. In the dream where it all hit I was shot by this man.

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer.

I've always wanted to be someone that helped others. To make my life purposeful, By having a career in law or psychology I will be fulfilling that goal of mine. I want to go to a college where economically it will cost a payment that I can pay for. I want to try to be completely independent financially, Even if that takes a hard schedule for me to accomplish such goals. I know I can do it and I will be able to do it. Which is why I should receive this scholarship. I'm worth hoping for, someone who will make it worth they're wild to give a little help to. With the money, I will be on track to do a lot of things. One of them is not only proving but also showing girls that come from minority immigrant families, that anything is honestly possible. So you see a lot of the time we do see these people telling us anything is possible, you can do it, but they come from rich families or families with a line of power. I don't so I would be a great credible source. See sometimes it's hard for us to believe that anything is possible because it takes a lot of work or the steps to achieve it are unimaginable. But it is possible. Starting from way back down to my ancestry I don't even think my mother could've thought that she would come so far. Now yeah she's a single mother of two but she built an inverse self she has a career with a salary a car a home. These only seem like things that everyone has or everyone should have. Many immigrants seek the American dream. The American dream for them may be different from what we may think it is. The reason for their fleeing may be for freedom peace tranquility. Things we take for granted and have every single day. A lot of them take very different steps to achieve this goal. Sam never even get to achieve it but my mother died. She was able to do what others hope to do all the time. So I have to go to a great extent of swimming or crossing these big bridges or climbing in these huge walls just to have a chance at maybe possibly getting the American dream When you see someone that you admire and idolize achieve the unimaginable, it causes you to believe why can I not do it? If my mother can do it why can't I? Well, I can and I will. I was given the opportunity that she never had. So I can do it. My goal is to be maybe a psychologist or maybe a lawyer. Either way, I'd be able to help others. To bring peace to bring freedom and tranquillity to them. I'll be helping them and I'll be helping myself. A dream is worth gaining. I want to make my dream life. You don't have to choose me, there are maybe other kids with a stronger lifeline or a stronger essay this is just written because I just need to say what I need to say it was hard but it was heard

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness. I was selfish, I was scared, I wasn't ready. In July of 2013 a man came into our lives or tried to at least.This was the same year that the nightmares started to occur from waking up in cold sweats, waking up shaking, crying, mad,waking up with just silence from what just occurred in the dream that just had passed. This male was killing me every time that my worried scared eyes closed. One of my dreams we were at a cliff, in this cliff I recall I was getting pushed by the man. In another dream the man locked me in the house while it was burning in flames. In the dream where it all hit I was shot by this man. It was as if he just wanted to eliminate me.

Why?.. Why am I writing this essay? When will it get read? Those are all present questions that many individuals in my year may be asking, but I'm asking.Why life? How do I live it? What's a good life? And How do I live a good life? As if my mind has developed the brain of a philosopher,in itself, on its own, without my help. Our life is a ladder and each step we take teaches us and helps aid the questions we ask. Just like how should I live? It has to be my biggest question. Like my mother I think this is the answer. My mother was my Mother and Father for 8 years of my life, and she did well as I will be the first Canon to go to college. Starting from square one twice, Learning a new language at the age of 24 after immigrating from Colombia. She still took up the occupation of being my father. Which is why I would never excuse my biological '' father” for not being in my life. It's actually kinda funny because the definition of a father on google states the verb “(of a man) to cause a pregnancy resulting in the birth of (a child).. This isn't a sob story “oh I never had a father” because nowadays it's “normal”. But why does it have to be a man that is a father. I never knew what it means to not have a father growing up as there was never a part of me that felt different. I was still complete, I mean my mother can throw a football and well I can catch it. The only difference was maybe that my father wasn't a male and just happened to be my mother as well. I saw my own mother shed blood and tears for me and my sister and I still see her do that today, studying when I woke up for school at 5:30am, Saw her tired and barely able to walk because of the two jobs needed to hold up the household as a single mother of two. It makes me want to idolize her and be like her or even better, and I'm on track. I'm proving to all the girls that come from a minority immigrant family that everything is possible with hard work. A Lot took a turn when a male species tried to win the job offer. I didn't allow him in and didn't let my mother let him in. I didn't sacrifice the thought of something new for my mothers happiness. I was selfish, I was scared, I wasn't ready. In July of 2013 a man came into our lives or tried to at least.This was the same year that the nightmares started to occur from waking up in cold sweats, waking up shaking, crying, mad,waking up with just silence from what just occurred in the dream that just had passed. This male was killing me every time that my worried scared eyes closed. One of my dreams we were at a cliff, in this cliff I recall I was getting pushed by the man.