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Shanelle Akoto

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General information

Reading

  • Adventure
  • Biography
  • Childrens
  • Christian Fiction
  • Cultural
  • Young Adult
  • Thriller
  • Adult Fiction
  • Anthropology
  • Cookbooks
  • Family
  • Fantasy
  • Folk Tales
  • Folklore
  • Health
  • Historical
  • Magical Realism
  • Novels

I read books daily.

Bio

I am a conglomeration of many facets, shaped by my culture, my challenges, my resilience, and my curiosity. My life goals are not linear; they’re layered. At the core, I want to be someone who leaves a meaningful impact, whether that’s through service, advocacy, or creating space for others to feel seen, heard, and valued. I want to contribute to something greater than myself, particularly in spaces where representation and equity are still lacking.

Education

College of Mount Saint Vincent

Bachelor's degree program

2022 – 2026

Majors:
  • Biology, General

Yonkers High School

High School

2018 – 2022

Miscellaneous

Desired degree level:
Doctoral degree program (PhD, MD, JD, etc.)
Majors of interest:
Health Professions and Related Clinical Sciences, Other
Medical school interest:
Yes

Career

  • I maintained a safe, supportive environment while providing academic support and assistance to students and parents, lead enrichment activities, and collaborate effectively with staff and volunteers to ensure a smooth program operation.

    Education · Family Service Coceity fo Yonkers

    Jan 2025 – Jan 2025

  • Cashier and Stocker

    Food & Beverages · Central African market

    Jan 2023 – Jan 2024

  • Clerk

    Libraries · Yonkers

    Jan 2025 – Present

Miscellaneous

Dream career field:
Medicine
Dream career goals:
Primary Care Physician/Surgeon
Has nursing license:
No

Future Interests

  • Advocacy
  • Volunteering
  • Philanthropy
  • Entrepreneurship
Tawkify Meaningful Connections Scholarship
One of the most meaningful relationships in my life was the bond I shared with my late grandmother, Theresa. Of all the girls in the world, she was the best I have known. She was the kind of person whose presence could soften even the hardest days. To me, she was not only family ,she was home. My grandmother raised me with a love so pure and steady that even now, after her passing, I still feel it surrounding me. She filled every room with warmth, laughter, and light. I remember our midnight conversations when the rest of the world was asleep, the way she always came home carrying little treats for us no matter how tired she was, and how she dressed every day with elegance and pride. I remember her laughter echoing through the house, the way she danced while music played, and how we would worship God together before bed. She taught me that love is not measured through grand gestures, but through consistency, sacrifice, and presence. It was in the way she listened when I was hurting, the way she comforted people without judging them, and the way she gave everything she had to the people she loved. My grandmother had a rare gift: she made people feel safe. In a world where many people feel unseen, she had the ability to make others feel deeply valued. When I lost her, it felt as though a piece of my soul had been taken with her. Grief changed me. There were days when I struggled to focus, days when the silence left behind by her absence felt unbearable. But even through that pain, I began to understand the true depth of the relationship we shared. Love does not disappear when someone dies. It transforms into memory, guidance, and responsibility. My grandmother’s influence continues to shape every relationship I build today. Because of her, I try to approach people with compassion and patience. I have learned that sometimes the greatest thing you can offer another person is simply your presence. Whether I am volunteering in healthcare, helping patients during my clinical internship, supporting my younger siblings, or comforting someone who feels alone, I carry her spirit with me. Working in healthcare has especially shown me how powerful human connection can be. Patients often arrive frightened, vulnerable, or overwhelmed. Medicine can treat illness, but empathy can heal emotional wounds that are invisible. I have seen how a kind conversation, a listening ear, or a moment of understanding can restore dignity and hope to another person. Those moments remind me so much of my grandmother and the way she cared for others. As I pursue my dream of becoming a physician, I hope to embody the same humanity she carried so naturally. I want my future patients to feel seen, heard, and respected , not just as medical cases, but as people with stories, fears, and lives that matter. My grandmother taught me that authentic relationships are built when people feel genuinely cared for. The relationship I shared with her shaped the foundation of who I am today. Her love taught me resilience. Her faith taught me hope. Her compassion taught me how to connect with others in meaningful ways. Even though she is no longer physically here, her impact lives within me every day. “Your memory is my keepsake, with which we will never part. God has you in His keeping; I have you in my heart.”
Forever90 Scholarship
I was introduced to the word of God by my late grandmother,Theresa, whose faith remains one of the strongest influences in my life. Some of my earliest memories are not of fully understanding scripture, but of feeling it. I remember how, before bed, my grandmother and I would sing gospel songs together. In those moments, the world felt calm and safe.Even now, I carry those memories with me as a reminder of where my foundation of faith began. I did not always understand every Bible lesson, but I learned to recognize the meaning behind them through experience and reflection. Stories such as the Good Samaritan taught me that service is not limited by familiarity, but defined by compassion for anyone in need.Jesus healing the sick and the blind showed me the importance of restoring dignity to those who are suffering. John the Baptist guiding others toward renewal through baptism showed me the power of helping people find direction and purpose in their lives. Together, these stories shaped my understanding that faith is lived through action, humility, and service to others. My faith has been a major source of strength throughout my college education journey.There were times when balancing academics, responsibilities, and personal challenges felt overwhelming. In those moments, I often found myself going to my university’s chapel to pray for guidance, strength, wisdom, and discernment.Those quiet prayers helped me regain focus and reminded me that my journey was not defined by temporary struggles, but by long-term purpose. My faith gave me resilience and helped me remain grounded during difficult seasons of my academic path. Alongside my faith, I have sought to live out these values through service. I am actively involved in food pantry work, where I help support individuals and families facing food insecurity.These experiences have shown me how easily hardship can affect anyone and how meaningful simple acts of service can be. I also serve in healthcare-related settings, where I have been able to observe and participate in supporting patients.These experiences have deepened my understanding that healthcare is not only about treatment, but also about empathy, listening, and dignity. In addition, I serve as a soprano singer in my church choir. Singing gospel and worship music connects me back to the same comfort I felt as a child singing with my grandmother. It allows me to use my voice to uplift others and contribute to a shared space of faith and encouragement. As a biology student aspiring to become a physician, I have worked to strengthen my passion for medicine through internships, clinical experience, and research opportunities. Through clinical experiences, I have been able to interact with patients and observe the importance of empathy, communication, and trust in healthcare settings. These moments showed me that medicine is not only about diagnosing and treating illness, but also about making patients feel heard, respected, and cared for during vulnerable moments in their lives. My internship experiences further exposed me to the responsibilities and teamwork required in healthcare, while reinforcing my desire to serve others through medicine. In addition, participating in research allowed me to develop critical thinking and problem-solving skills while contributing to scientific understanding and innovation. These experiences have strengthened my commitment to becoming a physician who combines compassion, service, and scientific knowledge to advocate for underserved communities and improve the lives of others. Mrs. Marion Makins’ legacy of faith, education, and service reflects the kind of life I strive to live. Through my faith, my experiences in healthcare, my volunteer work, and my future career in medicine, I hope to continue serving others with compassion and humility.
Priscilla Shireen Luke Scholarship
Giving back to others has never felt like an obligation to me, nor something I do to strengthen a resume. It is simply something that feels natural. Service is one of the few things in my life that consistently brings clarity, grounding, and perspective. Among the different ways I contribute to my community, my work with Feeding Westchester has been the most impactful and transformative experience. While working at the library and volunteering at the Feeding Westchester pantry, I began to witness a side of society that is often invisible. At the pantry, I help distribute food, organize supplies, and assist patrons with registration. What struck me most was not just the diversity of people seeking support, but the shared vulnerability that connected them. I saw families, elderly individuals, students, and working adults, people from all backgrounds,united by a basic human need: food. Food insecurity opened my eyes in a profound way. It forced me to confront how fragile stability can be and how easily circumstances beyond one’s control can disrupt daily life. Hunger does not discriminate. It does not care about education, pride, or past success. It is deeply human. In many ways, food is our first connection to the world. When we are born, the first thing we cry for is nourishment. Food sustains life, but it also carries dignity, comfort, and belonging. Seeing how something so fundamental could be a source of struggle for so many reshaped how I understand empathy. This experience changed the way I view service. It is not about “helping the less fortunate” from a distance. It is about recognizing shared humanity. It is about meeting people where they are without judgment. At the pantry, moments that seem small, offering a warm greeting, carrying a bag, and explaining the application can ease someone’s day more than we realize. Service, I learned, often lives in these quiet interactions. Looking toward the future, I plan to carry this commitment to service into my career in medicine. My goal is not only to treat illness but to advocate for equity in healthcare. Food insecurity, housing instability, and access to resources are deeply tied to health outcomes. I hope to work in underserved communities where I can combine clinical care with education, prevention, and outreach. I want to be the kind of physician who understands that healing extends beyond prescriptions and procedures. Service has taught me patience, humility, and awareness. It has reminded me that meaningful impact is not always loud or visible. Sometimes it is steady, consistent presence. As I continue my academic and professional journey, I remain driven by the belief that compassion, when practiced intentionally, has the power to change lives ,including my own.
Audra Dominguez "Be Brave" Scholarship
When I was confronted with one of the most painful adversities of my life, the loss of my grandmother, I felt as though my entire world had collapsed. My grandmother was not only a family member; she was my primary caregiver, my source of comfort, and the person who shaped much of who I am today. She raised me, nurtured me, and instilled in me the values of perseverance, compassion, and education. Losing her was not simply losing someone I loved it was losing a foundational part of my life. In the months following her passing, I struggled deeply. Grief consumed me in ways I had never experienced before. I lost my appetite and often went through entire days without eating. Activities that once brought me joy such as painting, studying, socializing no longer held meaning. I withdrew from life, emotionally and mentally. My motivation declined, my energy faded, and even basic daily tasks felt overwhelming. It was a period marked by sadness, numbness, and an internal battle I fought largely in silence. However, amid that darkness, I gradually began to recognize something my grandmother had always taught me: strength is not the absence of pain, but the decision to move forward despite it. While grief did not disappear, I knew I had to find ways to continue honoring both her memory and my own aspirations. The first step I took was allowing myself to acknowledge my pain rather than suppress it. I watched the Life of Pi and it inspired me to look within. I began reflecting on my emotions and understanding that grief is not linear. I sought healthier coping mechanisms, including journaling and speaking openly with trusted friends and mentors. Reconnecting with others helped break the isolation that grief had created. Secondly, I made a conscious effort to rebuild my routines. I started with small, manageable goals , eating regular meals, attending classes consistently, and engaging in activities I once loved. Returning to painting, even when inspiration felt distant, became symbolic. It reminded me that healing often begins with simply showing up. Most importantly, I re-centered myself on my long-term career aspirations. As a student pursuing a path in healthcare, I realized that my experience with loss deepened my empathy and resilience. I began channeling my grief into purpose, using it as motivation rather than paralysis. My grandmother’s sacrifices and unwavering belief in my education became a driving force. I reminded myself that continuing my journey was, in many ways, a tribute to her. Adversity tested my mental and emotional endurance, but it also reshaped my understanding of perseverance.I learned that progress can coexist with pain, that healing requires patience, and that strength often appears in quiet, persistent efforts. While losing my grandmother was devastating, the steps I took afterward seeking connection, restoring structure, and reaffirming my goals allowed me to move forward with renewed determination. Her absence will always be felt, but her lessons remain embedded in my resilience, my ambition, and my commitment to achieving my dreams.
Kathleen Dilger Memorial Scholarship
Winner
1) As I have entered my 20s I look back to a time where life was all about going to school, recess, lunches, and racing my brothers to and from the bus stop. As an adult now, there have been a plethora of books that have occupied spaces in my mind and heart. One of those books was The Great Kapok Tree by Lynne Cherry. I was about 10 when I read this, although I was not so sure about my future I had aspiration to join the STEM field. That book planted one of the first seeds. In the story, a man enters the rainforest planning to cut down a giant kapok tree. As he rests and falls asleep under it, the animals that live in and around the tree come down one by one to plead with him. A boa constrictor, a bee, a frog, monkeys, a jaguar—they all explain how cutting the tree will destroy their home, and that more destruction will follow. Toward the end, a young native child appears and says, “Senhor, when you wake, please look upon us all with new eyes.” That moment really stuck with me. When the man wakes, he sees the animals and the child, puts the axe down, and walks away. That story made me think differently about the natural world. We humans too are part of nature not separate from it. The little child in the story reminds us that when we "other" ourselves from nature, we stop appreciating the balance and wholeness that exists all around us. That book helped me understand that nature isn’t just something we use or visit it’s something we belong to. And that’s a big part of why I was drawn to biology: to better understand the systems that connect all living things, including us. 2) One cool science fact I love is about a muscle called the palmaris longus. You can test if you have it by touching your thumb and pinky together and slightly flexing your wrist if a tendon pops up in the middle of your forearm, that’s it. Not everyone has it! It was useful for better grip when climbing, but now it’s pretty much useless. What’s cool is that surgeons often use it for reconstructive surgeries, since it can be removed without affecting strength. I just think it’s fascinating that our bodies still carry little pieces of evolutionary history like that. P.S I have it on both hands.
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