If my life were a movie, it would be titled My Friendship with the Static.
All my life I’d heard the phrase “follow your dreams.” But what if your dreams were invisible, or out of reach?
Fade in. The dim interior of a car. A bag of fast food warms my lap, and I’m focused intently on the street in front of me. I sigh. Another night with only a few dollars. This was the night I knew I had to change something.
A low-income student raised by a single mother, I always had to ignore the white noise of financial struggles. During my junior year, our financial situation took a turn for the worse. After my mom lost her part-time job, our expenses started piling up. As buying essentials like food or clothes became increasingly difficult, I turned to trying out food delivery through DoorDash to help make ends meet.
At first, I was very worried about not having time for both extracurriculars and a job. Our deliveries were at night and typically lasted for hours on end, demanding my full attention. Since I attended a vocational technical school, I knew balancing a trade with my rigorous course load would be a challenge. But surprisingly, over time I found that the lessons I learned outside of the money made it worth it. I found that I was able to learn time management, customer service skills, and effective communication. As I drove through the streets at night, I'd often contemplate what I wanted to do next in college. I knew I enjoyed writing, but I wasn't sure what direction to take.
Through DoorDash, I was able to confirm my interest in journalism. During my deliveries, I encountered a man named Elias, a disabled customer who normally ordered snacks from the nearby convenience store. Every time I delivered his orders, I would make sure to deliver them near the back door so it was more accessible for his wheelchair. One day, we began to notice that each time we showed up, Elias had a smile on his face. As we stepped out of the car, his grin stretched ear to ear. It was then I realized that true citizenship didn’t have to come from an elected position; it could be found in the small, selfless actions of others. I realized that each delivery represented a different story. Customers were much more than just their receipts and addresses, and helping others made me feel fulfilled. I learned that helping others was integral to my success.
After school, I wrote for the school newspaper and edited photos for the yearbook. I then created a YouTube channel where I posted short stories for young children, accumulating over 2,000 subscribers and reaching countries from the United States to Belgium. On top of all that, I started volunteering with Schoolhouse World, a nonprofit organization that helps students with free online tutoring. I decided to combine my passion for journalism with my volunteer work, and became a writer, editor, and designer for their newsletter team.
My resilience and motivation propelled me to apply to my dream school, Boston University, as a journalism major. A couple months later, I received an email. I had done it. I had gotten into my dream school. I celebrated for the rest of the day, but not just because I’d been admitted. I saw it as a confirmation that I was pursuing the right academic and career goals for myself.
In the future, I know I want to help others in similar situations. As an FGLI student, I understand the struggle of balancing academics with financial struggles while living in a disadvantaged community. I aim to someday become an investigative journalist and entrepreneur, creating a virtual journalism platform for FGLI students and including free media literacy workshops and scholarship opportunities. This access would enable them to get work referrals with various companies. I would create two scholarships: one open to students in my county and another open to FGLI students in general. This would help invest in promising young individuals and motivate them to pursue their dreams.
My opening scene would be titled My Friendship with the Static because of how I grew to be comfortable with my financial situation and the challenges it brought. My financial situation was just like static, clouding my mind and slowly extinguishing my hopes and dreams. When I learned to accept it and use it to better myself, I no longer saw the static as an enemy, but a friend.
Currently, the cost of attendance for a year at BU is $94,000. Winning the Success Beyond Borders scholarship would eliminate a portion of my financial burden, and serve as a second confirmation for my academic and career goals.