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Shantae Samms

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Name: Shantae Samms Current Status: I am a first generation undergraduate transfer student at Howard University, majoring in Criminology. Career Aspiration: After completing my undergraduate degree in criminology, my plan is to pursue a Master’s and Doctorate in Forensic Psychology. Ultimately, I aspire to become a forensic psychologist and contribute to the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). Overarching Goals and Aspirations: My main goal is to have a significant impact within the criminal justice system, especially for individuals from underrepresented backgrounds. As an African American female, I am committed to showing that attaining high-level positions within the criminal justice system is not only possible but also achievable. I aim to be a role model and advocate for greater diversity and inclusion in this field.

Education

Howard University

Bachelor's degree program
2024 - 2027
  • Majors:
    • Criminology

Miscellaneous

  • Desired degree level:

    Doctoral degree program (PhD, MD, JD, etc.)

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  • Majors of interest:

  • Not planning to go to medical school
  • Career

    • Dream career field:

      Law Enforcement

    • Dream career goals:

    • Pickup and delivery services

      Walmart
      2023 – Present2 years

    Sports

    Track & Field

    Varsity
    2016 – 20237 years

    Arts

    • Dance Major

      Dance
      2008 – Present

    Public services

    • Volunteering

      Elementary School — Dance instructor
      2022 – 2023
    Augustin Gonzalez Memorial Scholarship
    Pursuing a career in law enforcement isn’t just a career goal for me—it’s a calling rooted in the need for change, representation, and justice. As a criminology major at Howard University, I’ve spent years studying the systems that define criminal justice in this country. But what drives me the most is the lived experience of watching how those systems often fail the very communities they claim to serve, especially Black and Brown individuals. I want to become a police officer to be part of reshaping that reality from the inside. Law enforcement is more than badges and authority—it’s about trust, relationships, and understanding people. I plan to enter this field not just with a degree, but with the emotional intelligence and compassion that this job demands. I’ve always had a heart for service. From volunteering in my local community to mentoring younger students, I understand the value of being present, listening deeply, and leading with empathy. That’s the same mindset I plan to bring to the role of a police officer: not to control a community, but to support it. My long-term goal is to become a forensic or criminal psychologist. I’m currently pursuing a minor in psychology to complement my criminology studies because I want to bridge the gap between law enforcement and mental health support. I’ve seen how many people—especially Black men and women—are quickly sentenced without proper psychological evaluation or understanding. Too often, the people most in need of care are met with punishment. As a future officer, I will advocate for training, intervention strategies, and reforms that bring humanity back to policing. Representation matters. As a first-generation college student and a proud Black woman, I understand how powerful it is for young people to see someone who looks like them in positions of authority, especially in a field where we are underrepresented. My presence in law enforcement won’t just be about enforcing laws—it will be about being a voice, a role model, and an advocate for justice done right. This scholarship would directly support my path in continuing my education and training in both criminology and psychology. It would allow me to invest in certifications, preparation for police academy, and continued development in community outreach work. I’m not pursuing this career for power or prestige. I’m pursuing it because I believe in protecting people with integrity, accountability, and heart. Detective Augustin Gonzalez’s legacy reminds us that true service comes from courage and compassion, especially in moments of crisis. I hope to carry that spirit forward by being a police officer who chooses understanding over judgment and service over status. With this career, I aim to leave every community I serve stronger, safer, and more seen.
    The F.O.O. Scholarship
    I’m currently a criminology major at Howard University with plans to pursue a master’s and doctorate in forensic psychology. My dream is to become a powerful advocate for overlooked communities—especially African Americans living with untreated mental health conditions who are often funneled through the criminal justice system without the proper support, assessment, or care. Right now, I’m doing everything I can to stay committed to that goal while balancing academic demands and financial strain. As a first-generation college student and one of five siblings raised by a single Jamaican mother, I've had to become the blueprint. There’s no path already laid out for me—I’m creating it in real time. That comes with pressure, but also with purpose. Every class I take, every opportunity I push myself toward, is not just for me—it’s for the next young Black girl who wants to see herself in a courtroom or clinic and know she belongs there too. Community-wise, I stay grounded by volunteering with mental health awareness initiatives and supporting underserved youth. I want to normalize asking for help, challenge the stigma, and one day build spaces where healing is centered within justice. This scholarship would ease the weight I carry and allow me to focus on becoming the psychologist and advocate I know my community needs. I’m not just working toward a degree—I’m working toward transformation. And I’m ready.
    Charlene K. Howard Chogo Scholarship
    I’ve always believed that making a difference doesn’t require a loud voice—it requires a clear intention. That’s how I approach both my education and my career path. I’m currently an undergraduate student majoring in criminology, and every step I take is motivated by a desire to bring justice, equity, and compassion to systems that don’t always offer those things—especially to people who look like me. What excites me most about the future is the opportunity to pursue a career in forensic psychology. I plan to work directly within the criminal justice system to evaluate, advocate for, and support individuals whose mental health needs are often ignored or misunderstood. Far too many African Americans are misdiagnosed, mistreated, or criminalized for behavior rooted in untreated trauma. I want to shift that narrative—not just by providing psychological assessments and services, but by being part of policy conversations and reforms that challenge how we approach mental illness and incarceration. The impact I plan to make is rooted in presence. I want to be the person sitting across from someone who’s been discarded by the system, giving them the kind of support that could change the outcome of their case—and possibly their life. I want to be a trusted voice in courtrooms, correctional settings, and advocacy spaces where mental health and justice intersect. My goal is to make sure people are truly seen and heard before they are judged. Outside of my academic path, I remain involved in service work and nonprofit support, particularly in spaces that uplift underrepresented youth and Black mental health. I believe that service is most powerful when it’s consistent and quiet—showing up where people need you, even when there’s no recognition. That’s the kind of leadership I try to embody. To me, making a positive impact is about being purposeful in how I show up, being responsible for the energy I bring into spaces, and being productive in ways that go beyond personal success. I see my career not just as a job, but as a tool to serve. Whether I’m mentoring students, conducting evaluations, or pushing for systemic change, my work will always reflect the deeper mission: helping people access justice, healing, and dignity. Receiving this scholarship would directly support that mission. It would help me continue pursuing my degree with greater focus and fewer financial distractions. More importantly, it would be an investment in the kind of future I’m working to create—a future where mental health is treated with care and humanity is centered in justice.
    CEW IV Foundation Scholarship Program
    To me, being a purposeful, responsible, and productive community member means showing up—not just for yourself, but for the people around you. It means living with intention, taking ownership of your actions, and using your time and talents to create lasting change. These three values are at the core of how I try to move through the world, and they’re also the foundation of the future I’m working hard to build. Being purposeful means aligning my actions with something bigger than myself. As a criminology major at Howard University with plans to pursue a master’s and doctorate in forensic psychology, my purpose is to help close the gap in representation for African American women in psychology and the criminal justice system. I’m deeply committed to making sure that people from overlooked communities, especially those struggling with mental illness, are treated with compassion, proper evaluation, and fairness. That purpose drives the way I study, the internships I seek out, and the future I envision for myself. Being responsible means acknowledging that my success is not just my own. As a first-generation college student, I know how many people have poured into me—my family, my community, and mentors who believed in my potential. I don’t take that lightly. Responsibility shows up in how I manage my time, how I stay focused on my goals even when life gets overwhelming, and how I try to set an example for my younger siblings. It also means holding myself accountable to keep learning, growing, and giving back, no matter how far I go in life. Being productive is about making progress, even when things are difficult. It’s not just about doing a lot—it’s about doing what matters. Whether I’m staying up late to finish an assignment, applying to scholarships to help ease the financial burden of school, or finding ways to give back through volunteer work or mentorship, I try to use my energy in ways that move me—and others—forward. I want to make sure that whatever space I enter, I’m contributing something positive. In the future, I plan to embody these qualities by continuing to pursue my education with purpose, staying grounded in my values, and using my platform to advocate for fairer mental health practices within the legal system. I want to be someone who not only succeeds but uplifts others as I go. That’s what being a purposeful, responsible, and productive member of my community means to me—living with meaning, showing up with integrity, and doing the work to make things better.
    First Generation College Scholarship
    As a first-generation American born to Jamaican immigrants and raised by a single mother, I’ve lived between two worlds. My roots are grounded in the vibrant traditions, values, and resilience of my Jamaican heritage, while my upbringing in America has exposed me to the complexities of navigating identity, race, and opportunity in a country that doesn’t always make space for people like me. This duality has deeply shaped how I see the world. I’ve witnessed the sacrifices my mother made—working long hours, raising five children, and instilling in us the importance of education, faith, and perseverance. At the same time, I’ve felt the pressure of forging a path with no blueprint. College isn’t just about degrees for me—it’s about breaking generational barriers. I attend Howard University, majoring in criminology and pursuing a minor in psychology, with a goal of earning a doctorate in forensic psychology. My lived experience motivates me to be a representation for African American individuals who are too often criminalized without receiving the mental health support or fair treatment they deserve. I want to create space in the justice system for people who look like me—people who are overlooked, unheard, and misunderstood. My identity fuels my ambition. It reminds me that I’m not just pursuing my dreams—I’m rewriting what’s possible for the generations that will come after me.
    Miguel Mendez Social Justice Scholarship
    Growing up as one of five children raised by a single Jamaican mother, I learned early what perseverance, sacrifice, and love in action truly mean. As a first-generation college student at Howard University, majoring in criminology and minoring in psychology, I’m using my education as a tool to fight for justice—specifically for Black communities who have been historically ignored, criminalized, and silenced by the legal system. My passion lies in forensic psychology, and I plan to pursue both a master’s and doctorate degree to work at the intersection of mental health and the criminal justice system. I want to be a voice for those who are often punished for their trauma rather than treated with compassion. The justice system has failed too many African Americans—individuals with mental illnesses or cognitive disorders who are quickly sentenced without the proper evaluations, understanding, or advocacy. I want to change that. I want to be that representation—a Black woman in forensic psychology—standing in courtrooms, correctional facilities, and policy rooms, ensuring that African Americans with mental health conditions are no longer swept under the rug, misdiagnosed, or incarcerated without fair assessment. Representation matters, especially in spaces where our voices have been deliberately excluded. My presence alone is a form of resistance and change, but my work will speak even louder. At Howard, my studies in criminology are helping me understand the systemic roots of mass incarceration, the war on drugs, and the school-to-prison pipeline—all policies that have disproportionately harmed Black and Brown communities. My psychology courses add another crucial lens: trauma, diagnosis, and the emotional complexity behind behavior. I am preparing to not just navigate the system, but challenge and reshape it. Mental health has touched my personal life deeply, from observing loved ones struggle in silence to facing the generational stigma around seeking help. I’ve seen the damage that happens when mental health is ignored, especially in Black households where emotional resilience is praised, but vulnerability is discouraged. These experiences have shaped my desire to normalize mental health conversations and bring culturally competent care into the spaces that need it most. Outside of academics, I serve as a mentor and advocate, especially for other first-gen students. I share my experiences, speak openly about mental wellness, and work to break the cycle of silence that has trapped too many for too long. My long-term vision is to establish a network of trauma-informed, community-based forensic services that provide mental health evaluations, rehabilitation options, and legal advocacy for underserved individuals—especially Black women and youth. The Miguel Mendez Social Justice Scholarship resonates deeply with me. Like Miguel, I believe in reshaping our world to be more equitable, more compassionate, and more just. Receiving this scholarship would not only support my academic journey, but it would also affirm my mission to be a changemaker in a field that desperately needs more empathy, accountability, and representation. Justice isn’t just about laws. It’s about people. And I plan to spend my life making sure that every person—especially those our system tries to ignore—gets the care, evaluation, and dignity they deserve.
    I Can and I Will Scholarship
    Mental health is not just a topic I’ve studied—it’s a reality I’ve lived. As a first-generation college student raised by a single Jamaican mother, I grew up in a household full of love, sacrifice, and strength. But I also grew up with the silent weight of mental health challenges, both my own and those within my family. These experiences have deeply shaped my beliefs, my relationships, and the career path I’ve chosen. In my home, mental health was not always openly discussed. Like many Black households, especially within Caribbean culture, strength was valued above vulnerability. There wasn’t always space for emotional breakdowns, for therapy, or for calling something “depression” or “anxiety.” But the effects were still there—in the silences, in the stress, in the exhaustion that went unspoken. I saw how unaddressed mental health impacted decision-making, relationships, and opportunities. I also saw how cycles of silence could be passed down through generations. In my own life, mental health challenges showed up in high school and intensified during college. Balancing academics, financial strain, and being a role model to my younger siblings while navigating my own emotions was overwhelming. I’ve had moments of burnout, self-doubt, and isolation. But those moments didn’t define me. They taught me to ask for help. They taught me that acknowledging mental health isn’t weakness—it’s strength. And most importantly, they taught me that healing is possible when we create spaces of care and understanding. These lessons changed how I see the world and interact with others. I’ve become more compassionate, especially toward people who seem “difficult” or “disconnected.” I’ve learned to listen better, to recognize signs of distress, and to show up for my friends and family with patience and empathy. My experience has helped me build deeper, more honest relationships—not just with others, but with myself. Mental health has also played a powerful role in shaping my career aspirations. I’m currently studying criminology at Howard University, with plans to minor in psychology and pursue a master’s and doctorate in forensic psychology. I chose this path because I want to work at the intersection of mental health and the criminal justice system—two areas that deeply impact Black and Brown communities but rarely serve them with fairness or understanding. Through my career, I want to address the mental health crisis within our justice system. I want to conduct culturally competent psychological assessments, advocate for trauma-informed care, and push for policy changes that center healing over punishment. Too many people are incarcerated when they need therapy. Too many are silenced when they need support. I want to be part of the change that brings mental wellness into conversations about justice, equity, and safety. This scholarship would mean more than financial support—it would affirm the very values I’ve built my life around: perseverance, growth, and impact. I’ve faced challenges, yes—but I’ve also used them as fuel. I’m committed to not just surviving, but thriving—and helping others do the same. My experience with mental health has taught me to lead with compassion, to fight for access and representation, and to never underestimate the power of vulnerability. I believe my purpose is to create systems of care within spaces that have historically caused harm. That’s what I carry into my studies, my relationships, and my future.
    Delories Thompson Scholarship
    My name is Shantae Samms, and I attend Howard University, where I’m majoring in criminology and working toward minoring in psychology. Growing up as one of five siblings raised by a single Jamaican mother, I learned early on how to push through challenges and stay focused on my goals. Being a first-generation college student at an HBCU is something I’m proud of—it means I get to represent not just myself but everyone who came before me. I chose this path because I’ve always had a passion for helping others and challenging systems that don’t serve everyone equally. I noticed early on how few women—especially African American women—are in this field, and that only motivated me more. I want to be part of changing that. After I graduate, I plan to pursue a master’s and doctorate in forensic psychology so I can advocate for marginalized communities and bring more understanding and equity to the legal system. To me, being Black means strength, pride, and resilience. It means embracing who I am, where I come from, and using that as motivation to keep going no matter the obstacles. Being at an HBCU like Howard allows me to be in an environment that reflects and supports that identity. This scholarship would help relieve some of the financial stress that comes with pursuing higher education and allow me to stay focused on reaching my goals. I’m excited for what’s ahead and committed to making a meaningful difference.
    Kalia D. Davis Memorial Scholarship
    My name is Shantae Samms, and I am currently an undergraduate student at Howard University, majoring in criminology with a minor in psychology. I am a proud first-generation college student and one of five children raised by a strong, single Jamaican mother who made countless sacrifices to ensure her children had better opportunities than she did. Her strength and determination are the roots of my ambition, teaching me early on the importance of education, perseverance, and service to others. Reading about Kalia D. Davis, I felt a deep connection—not just because of her excellence and work ethic, but because I see parts of myself in her journey. Like Kalia, I was a dedicated student and athlete, constantly striving for excellence in all areas of my life. I was a successful track and field athlete throughout both middle and high school, winning numerous county, regional, and state championships. But what made my journey even more unique is that I simultaneously attended a school for the arts, majoring in dance from middle through high school. That made me a two-sport athlete, balancing the rigor of a competitive dance program with the physical and mental demands of track—all while maintaining my academic standing. Despite my busy schedule, I never lost sight of my responsibilities at home. I worked part-time jobs, helped around the house, and cared for my younger siblings. There were many moments where it felt like the world was on my shoulders, but I pushed through. I’ve always believed that hardships build character, and I refused to let my circumstances define my future. Instead, I used them as motivation. Now at Howard, I’ve carried that same determination with me. I chose to attend an HBCU because I wanted to be part of a community that not only reflects who I am culturally but also supports the next generation of Black leaders. I’m committed to creating change, particularly within the criminal justice system. My ultimate goal is to earn both a master’s and doctorate in forensic psychology. I want to work at the intersection of psychology and law, ensuring that mental health is prioritized in legal proceedings and that individuals, especially those from marginalized communities, are treated with dignity and understanding. Outside of academics, I’m passionate about giving back. I’ve spent years participating in community service—especially in programs focused on children and youth. I’ve mentored, advocated, volunteered, and simply shown up where I was needed. I believe real change starts at the community level, and I plan to continue this work long after college by creating programs that provide mental health support and mentorship to young Black girls navigating their own challenges. This scholarship would be life-changing. Financial burdens are real, especially for students like me who come from low-income households and are trying to break generational cycles. Every dollar counts when you’re chasing your dreams while also trying to ease the load your family carries. Receiving this scholarship would not only relieve some of that stress but would also serve as a recognition of the sacrifices I’ve made, the challenges I’ve overcome, and the future I’m building. Kalia D. Davis’s legacy reminds me that purpose, joy, and ambition can coexist. Like her, I’ve learned to chase my goals with a smile, show up for others, and never compromise my values. I hope to honor her memory by continuing to live boldly, love deeply, laugh freely, and never stop learning. Thank you for considering my application—and for keeping her legacy alive through students like me.
    Gus Downing Retail Loss Prevention & Safety Scholarship
    My name is Shantae Samms, and I am currently pursuing a degree in criminology at Howard University with plans to minor in psychology. As a first-generation college student raised by a single Jamaican mother alongside four siblings, education has never been a given—it’s been a hard-earned opportunity. Every achievement I’ve reached has been rooted in sacrifice, determination, and a deep desire to serve my community through justice, advocacy, and safety. So far in my academic journey, I have maintained strong grades while also immersing myself in courses that explore crime, law, and human behavior. My educational path has deepened my interest in both forensic psychology and public safety, and I’m proud to say that I’ve remained on track toward graduate studies despite financial obstacles. I chose Howard University because of its strong tradition of excellence, its commitment to Black empowerment, and its ability to nurture students like me who are striving not just for a degree, but for a purpose. My career goal is to become a forensic psychologist and work closely with the criminal justice system to advocate for mental health awareness, prevent recidivism, and help shape fairer, trauma-informed responses to crime. Whether it’s in courtroom evaluations, correctional institutions, or law enforcement policy reform, I want to be someone who ensures people are treated with dignity, and that public safety systems operate with integrity and humanity. This field speaks to me because it goes beyond catching wrongdoers—it’s about understanding root causes, preventing harm, and creating safer, more just environments for everyone. Throughout my life, I’ve stayed committed to community service, especially through advocacy for children and youth. Whether it was through school initiatives, after-school mentorship programs, or outreach efforts, I’ve continuously found ways to support young people who need guidance, structure, or simply someone who believes in them. I know how it feels to grow up without a clear path, and I’ve made it a mission to help others see their potential. I also plan to expand this work professionally by offering youth-focused psychological services in high-risk communities. Financially, attending college has been a challenge. As a student from a single-parent household, I’ve had to balance academic demands with the pressure of helping to support my family and myself. Scholarships like this make a tremendous difference by reducing the constant worry about tuition, books, and basic living expenses. They allow students like me to focus on studying and preparing to give back, rather than constantly battling financial strain. I believe I deserve this scholarship because I bring both vision and lived experience to the table. I’m not pursuing this field for prestige or title—I’m pursuing it because I’ve seen what happens when communities are unsupported, when mental health is ignored, and when safety is treated as a privilege instead of a right. I want to be part of changing that. My academic drive, my community-based heart, and my deep understanding of what it means to grow up underserved give me a unique perspective and a powerful sense of purpose. In retail loss prevention and broader criminal justice work, I see an opportunity to create real impact—protecting not only property and people but futures. This scholarship would not just support my education—it would support the work I’m committed to doing for years to come. Thank you for considering me.
    Erase.com Scholarship
    As a first-generation college student majoring in criminology and minoring in psychology at Howard University, I have found that reading is not just an academic exercise but a gateway to understanding the complexities of society, justice, and human behavior. Through books on criminal justice reform, psychology, and social inequality, I have learned that the law is not merely a set of rules but a living system shaped by history, culture, and human experience. These readings have deepened my awareness of the disparities and systemic barriers that disproportionately impact marginalized communities, especially Black and Brown people. They have fueled my passion to pursue a career where I can advocate for justice while addressing the root causes of crime—particularly mental health issues. Mental health has influenced my beliefs and relationships profoundly. Growing up in a family and community where mental health was often misunderstood or stigmatized, I witnessed the silent struggles of many loved ones. These experiences shaped my conviction that mental health care is a crucial element of justice and rehabilitation. I have seen how untreated trauma and psychological disorders can lead to cycles of incarceration and despair. This has inspired me to study forensic psychology with the goal of becoming a professional who bridges the gap between the legal system and mental health support. My academic journey and personal experiences have shaped my goal of transforming the criminal justice system from within. I want to become a forensic psychologist who conducts fair and culturally informed psychological assessments, advocates for mental health services for incarcerated individuals, and influences policy reform. I believe that addressing mental health is essential to reducing recidivism and promoting rehabilitation rather than just punishment. By integrating psychological science with criminology, I plan to contribute to a more humane, equitable legal system that recognizes the full humanity of every individual. Additionally, I am committed to community engagement and education. Through volunteer work and mentorship programs, I strive to raise awareness about mental health in underserved communities. I want to dismantle stigma and encourage individuals to seek help without fear of judgment. My vision is to create partnerships between legal institutions and mental health organizations that provide comprehensive support to those involved in the justice system. In all that I do, I carry the legacy of my Jamaican immigrant mother, whose strength and faith have been my foundation. Her belief in education as a tool for empowerment drives me to break barriers and pave the way for others, especially young Black women, to thrive in fields where we are underrepresented. Attending an HBCU has reinforced the importance of representation and cultural competency in my studies and future career. This scholarship would provide crucial support in my educational journey, enabling me to focus more on research, internships, and leadership opportunities that enhance my skills and impact. It would be an investment not just in me but in the communities I hope to serve. In conclusion, the books I have read, combined with my personal and academic experiences, have shaped my commitment to justice, mental health advocacy, and social equity. Through my future career in forensic psychology and criminology, I am determined to make a meaningful difference by addressing the intertwined issues of mental health and the legal system, promoting fairness, compassion, and change.
    Sarah F. Watson and James E. Dashiell Scholarship
    Charity is important to me because it represents more than just giving—it’s about creating opportunity, community, and hope. As a first-generation college student raised by a single Jamaican mother, I’ve experienced firsthand how life-changing acts of generosity—whether financial, emotional, or spiritual—can be. I’ve witnessed my mother give to others even when she had little to spare, and that shaped my belief that giving doesn’t always come from abundance, but from heart and intention. Attending Howard University has deepened my sense of purpose. I’m majoring in criminology and minoring in psychology, with plans to pursue a master’s and doctorate in forensic psychology. My ultimate goal is to use my education to serve underrepresented communities, particularly within the criminal justice system. I want to give back by becoming a resource for those who have been misjudged, misunderstood, or mistreated—people who need an advocate that not only looks like them but truly sees them. In the future, I plan to mentor first-generation college students like myself, offering them guidance through the complex world of higher education. I also want to contribute to scholarship funds that support Black students pursuing careers in mental health and criminal justice reform. Charity, to me, is a cycle of upliftment—one that I am honored to be a part of and committed to continuing.
    William A. Lewis Scholarship
    As a first-generation college student and one of five siblings raised by a single Jamaican mother, the path to higher education was never paved for me—it had to be carved out, one challenge at a time. I attend Howard University, majoring in criminology and working toward a minor in psychology, with plans to pursue graduate studies in forensic psychology. My ultimate goal is to become a leader in the field, bringing much-needed African American female representation to forensic psychology and the broader STEM community within the criminal justice system. One of the greatest obstacles I’ve faced in pursuit of my education has been the pressure of balancing academic success with the weight of generational responsibility. As the first in my family to attend college, there was no blueprint—no one to guide me through FAFSA forms, no stories of college life to model my journey after, and no safety net if I stumbled. Every decision I made—from choosing a major to registering for classes—felt heavier, because I wasn’t just making it for myself; I was making it for my mother, my siblings, and every ancestor who didn’t get this chance. The mental pressure of being “the first” was real and constant. There were moments when the workload felt unbearable, when imposter syndrome crept in, and when I questioned whether I belonged at a university as prestigious as Howard. I was navigating a new world with high expectations but limited resources. Financial stress was another huge barrier. Despite working part-time jobs and applying for as many scholarships as possible, I’ve often worried about how I would afford books, transportation, or even basic needs without falling behind. The person who helped me most in overcoming these challenges was my mother. While she may not have known the ins and outs of the college system, what she did offer was priceless: emotional strength, endless encouragement, and an unwavering belief in me. Every time I doubted myself, she reminded me of how far we’d come. She reminded me that I belonged in every room I stepped into, even if I was the first one in my family to be there. Her faith in me became my foundation. She always told me, “What you’re doing is bigger than you,” and that truth has grounded me through every late night of studying and every moment of uncertainty. Knowing that my success could create a ripple effect—that it could inspire my younger siblings and even future students like me—kept me going. Though criminology and psychology may not traditionally fall under the narrowest definitions of STEM, forensic psychology is an applied science that bridges mental health and law enforcement, requiring a deep understanding of data, behavioral analysis, research methodology, and psychological testing. As a Black woman aiming to enter a field where we are critically underrepresented, I see my presence in forensic psychology as both a personal achievement and a societal contribution. It is essential that people from diverse backgrounds are part of shaping how mental health is understood and applied in the criminal justice system. Winning this scholarship would ease the financial burden that still weighs heavily on me, but more importantly, it would be an affirmation that students like me—first-gen, Black, determined—belong in every part of STEM, even the corners that have long been overlooked. I’m not just studying for a degree—I’m preparing to become someone who changes the system from the inside out.
    Willie Mae Rawls Scholarship
    My name is Shantae Samms, and I am a proud student at Howard University, majoring in criminology with plans to minor in psychology. I am also a first-generation college student, one of five children raised by a single mother who immigrated from Jamaica. My story is one of perseverance, identity, and purpose—and I carry that with me every time I walk across Howard’s campus, fully aware that I am living out a dream that began long before me. Growing up in a household led by a strong, faith-filled Black woman, I learned early on that love, determination, and belief in something greater could carry you through anything. My mother worked tirelessly to provide for us, often sacrificing her own needs to ensure we had opportunities she never did. Her sacrifices are the foundation of my ambition. Her strength fuels my own. At Howard, I’ve found a space where my Blackness, my heritage, and my aspirations are all celebrated and sharpened. Choosing to attend an HBCU was intentional—Howard surrounds me with a legacy of excellence, purpose, and pride that keeps me grounded in who I am and pushes me to become who I’m meant to be. Through my studies in criminology and psychology, I’m gaining the tools to understand the complex relationship between the criminal justice system and the communities it serves—and far too often harms. My goal is to pursue a master’s and eventually a doctorate in forensic psychology. I want to be a voice of reason, justice, and compassion in a system where those qualities are often lacking. I plan to use my education to work within the criminal justice system to advocate for mental health equity, ensure accurate psychological evaluations, and disrupt harmful cycles that disproportionately affect Black and brown communities. I believe in second chances. I believe in addressing the root causes of crime—trauma, poverty, systemic neglect—not just punishing its outcomes. And I believe that the presence of more African American women in this field can radically shift how justice is served and understood. Representation is powerful. When I look around and don’t see many people who look like me in the spaces I plan to enter, it doesn’t intimidate me—it motivates me. I want to be one of the women who breaks the mold and widens the path for others to follow. I want young Black girls to know that they can be the experts, the doctors, the decision-makers in systems designed without them in mind. The legacy of Willie Mae Rawls speaks deeply to me because it mirrors the strength and faith I’ve seen in my own family. Willie Mae used her belief and love to open doors and inspire breakthroughs, and I hope to do the same. I may not have all the answers yet, but I know my purpose is to be a vessel for change—someone who listens, leads, and fights for justice with both intelligence and heart. This scholarship would not only ease the financial challenges that come with pursuing higher education, but it would also validate the path I’m walking. It would be a reminder that my dreams matter—and that I’m not walking alone. Through my studies and future career, I plan to make a lasting, positive impact by bridging the gap between justice and mental health, and by showing the world the power of a determined Black woman walking in her purpose.
    Charles E. Nettles Continued Education Scholarship
    As a first-generation college student raised by a single Jamaican mother, I carry more than just my personal dreams—I carry the hopes of my family, my culture, and my community. My journey through higher education is rooted in resilience, identity, and purpose. Post-graduation, I plan to pursue a master’s degree and ultimately a doctorate in forensic psychology. This path is not only about advancing my career, but also about increasing African American female representation in a field—and system—that urgently needs it. Growing up as one of five children in a household led by a strong, determined woman, I witnessed firsthand the impact of perseverance in the face of limited resources. My mother always emphasized the value of education, not just as a tool for personal success but as a way to uplift our entire family. Her sacrifices made it possible for me to reach this point, and now it is my turn to build on that foundation and push even further. For me, continuing my education is a commitment to becoming the kind of person my younger self needed to see—a Black woman in a position of influence, advocacy, and justice. I chose forensic psychology because I’ve always been fascinated by the intersection of human behavior, the mind, and the law. But beyond the academic interest lies a deeper motivation. The criminal justice system in America has long been plagued by bias, racial disparities, and a lack of cultural understanding—especially when it comes to the treatment of marginalized communities. As a future forensic psychologist, I want to challenge those dynamics from the inside. Whether through assessments, expert testimony, rehabilitation work, or policy reform, I want to contribute to a system that sees people fully and fairly. Representation matters. It shapes perceptions, opens doors, and makes space for others to be seen and heard. In the field of forensic psychology, African American women are still vastly underrepresented. That lack of presence can lead to miscommunication, misdiagnosis, and missed opportunities for justice. My goal is to change that narrative—not just by existing in the space, but by thriving in it and uplifting others along the way. I want to be a voice for those who are too often silenced, and a mirror for young Black girls who need to see someone who looks like them doing this work with power and purpose. This scholarship would help ease the financial burden of post-graduate education, allowing me to focus on building the skills and credentials I need to make meaningful change. But more than that, your support would affirm the importance of my mission. It would be a reminder that the work I’m striving to do matters—and that there are people willing to invest in it. In the future, I envision myself leading psychological evaluations in high-profile criminal cases, contributing to reforms in juvenile justice, teaching at the university level, or even working to shape national policy around mental health and incarceration. But no matter where this path leads me, my core goal will remain the same: to stand as a symbol of representation, justice, and hope in a system that needs all three.
    Cyber Scholar Now Scholarship
    As the eldest child in a family of five, I’ve always carried a deep sense of responsibility—not only for my own future but for the hopes of my entire family. My mother, a single parent who raised us alone, made it clear from an early age that I was their chance to break free from the cycles of poverty that had defined our lives for generations. “You are the one who will change everything for us,” she would often say. Those words weighed heavily on me, but they also became a driving force behind my determination to succeed. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I was navigating an unfamiliar world. While my mother valued education, she lacked the resources to guide me through the complexities of the American educational system. Financial aid applications, scholarship searches, and college admissions were daunting processes. Unlike my peers, who had parents familiar with these steps, I had to learn everything on my own. There were moments when I felt lost, but I knew that education was my way out—my path to building a better future for my family and honoring my mother’s sacrifices. The pressure to succeed was immense. It wasn’t just my own aspirations that weighed on me—it was the collective hopes of my family. Relatives in both the U.S. and Jamaica saw me as their chance to achieve what they could not. Their pride became both my motivation and my burden. Yet, there were also moments of self-doubt. I sometimes questioned whether I was good enough or if I even belonged in college. But every time I hesitated, I reminded myself of the dreams my family placed in me. Their belief in my potential gave me the strength to persevere. Now, as a student at Howard University, I continue to face obstacles, but my sense of purpose has only grown stronger. The pressure to excel remains, but it has evolved into a powerful resolve to help others. I am committed to being a role model for my younger siblings, showing them that they, too, can overcome life’s hurdles. I also strive to give back by mentoring other first-generation college students. I know firsthand how overwhelming it is to navigate college without support. Whether it’s guiding students through financial aid, helping with applications, or offering encouragement, I want to be the support system I once needed. Currently, I am pursuing a double major in Criminology and Psychology at Howard University, with plans to become a forensic psychologist. My interest in this field stems from a curiosity about the criminal justice system and the psychological factors that drive individuals to commit crimes. I want to explore whether underlying psychiatric or mental health issues influence criminal behavior. Forensic psychology fascinates me because it bridges the gap between law and mental health. As an African American woman, I am also driven by the lack of representation in this field. The criminal justice system needs more voices from people who understand the experiences of marginalized communities. I am determined to contribute to a more equitable system, advocating for fairness and mental health awareness. Being a first-generation college student has shaped who I am today. It has taught me resilience, adaptability, and the power of education. The Cyber Scholar Now Scholarship would help me continue my education with fewer financial constraints, allowing me to focus on my studies and mission of giving back. With this support, I can further my goals of mentoring, advocating for equity, and becoming part of the solution to the disparities within the criminal justice system.
    Private (PVT) Henry Walker Minority Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need.
    Black Leaders Scholarship
    As a 20-year-old African American dancer, I have spent most of my life expressing myself through movement. Dance has been both my refuge and my passion, but as I navigated the dance world, I encountered the harsh reality of racial injustice within the community. Despite the challenges, the lives and legacies of Alvin Ailey and Misty Copeland have inspired me profoundly, not just as a dancer but as a person striving to make a difference. Alvin Ailey’s impact on the world of dance is immeasurable. As the founder of the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, he broke barriers and gave a voice to African American dancers who were often excluded from mainstream opportunities. His works, such as Revelations, are more than performances; they are cultural touchstones that celebrate Black heritage and spirituality. Ailey’s ability to turn adversity into art speaks to the resilience and creativity required of a true leader. His vision of inclusivity and his commitment to telling stories of the African American experience resonate deeply with me. In moments when I felt like an outsider in the dance community, I turned to Ailey’s legacy as a reminder that my identity and experiences are not limitations but strengths. Similarly, Misty Copeland’s journey as the first African American principal dancer at the American Ballet Theatre has been a beacon of hope and perseverance. Copeland’s story is one of overcoming immense obstacles—from being told she didn’t have the right body type to battling systemic biases in classical ballet. Her rise to prominence demonstrated that excellence transcends stereotypes. Watching her perform with grace and strength, I saw a reflection of my own struggles and aspirations. Copeland’s advocacy for diversity in dance has inspired me to use my voice to address the inequities I’ve witnessed in the dance world. She exemplifies how leadership involves not only personal success but also creating opportunities for others to succeed. Both Ailey and Copeland embody qualities that I believe are essential in today’s leaders: resilience, authenticity, and a commitment to fostering inclusivity. Their lives remind me that leadership is not about being perfect but about being persistent and purposeful. They have shown me that representation matters, and they have paved the way for countless young dancers like me to dream without limitations. In reflecting on their legacies, I am inspired to carry their torch in my own way. I strive to create a more inclusive and supportive environment in the dance community by mentoring younger dancers of color and speaking out against discrimination. I want to honor the contributions of Ailey and Copeland by ensuring that their fight for equality and recognition continues through my actions. Black History Month is a time to celebrate the triumphs of Black leaders and to acknowledge the work still to be done. Alvin Ailey and Misty Copeland have inspired me to be resilient in the face of adversity, to embrace my identity unapologetically, and to advocate for change in my community. Their leadership has not only shaped the dance world but has also empowered me to find my voice as a dancer and as a person. Through their examples, I have learned that leadership is about lifting others as you rise and that every step forward is a step toward a brighter, more inclusive future.
    Larry Darnell Green Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them.
    Maggie's Way- International Woman’s Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them.
    Dream Valley Landscaping 2025 Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them.
    Audra Dominguez "Be Brave" Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Concrete Rose Scholarship Award
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Cyrilla Olapeju Sanni Scholarship Fund
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Dr. Christine Lawther First in the Family Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Kalia D. Davis Memorial Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Simon Strong Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them.
    Michele L. Durant Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    TEAM ROX Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Sunshine "DC" Memorial Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Cheryl Twilley Outreach Memorial Scholarship
    Winner
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    Goobie-Ramlal Education Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
    HBCU LegaSeed Scholarship
    I can recall one of the first occasions when I realized how much responsibility it was to be the eldest kid in a family of five. "You are the one who will change everything for us," my mother, who raised us alone, remarked as she sat me down one day. I was always expected to live up to the high standards set by my Jamaican family, who saw me as their hope as well as the eldest child. I was their opportunity to escape the poverty cycles they had experienced. Being the first person in my family to pursue higher education, I had no set path to follow, and the path was not an easy one. I saw my mother's struggles to support us as a child growing up in a single-parent home where every dollar mattered. Higher education was unfamiliar to my family, who came from humble beginnings in Jamaica. Despite their appreciation of education, my parents were ill-equipped to handle the intricacies of the American educational system, particularly with regard to financial aid, scholarships, and college applications. I was therefore forced to study everything by myself. I had to work things out piece by piece, frequently feeling lost and unsure of how to go, whereas my peers had parents who could help them through the process. There were particular pressures associated with becoming the first person in my family to attend college. Everyone expected me to make the most of my opportunities since they thought I was excellent. I was supposed to succeed not just for myself but also to demonstrate that my family and I could overcome the struggles that had characterized us for many generations.Ensuring that all of my moms hard work wasnt being made in vein. Although inspiring, this pressure to excel could also be too much at times. I was afraid of disappointing my mother and my entire extended family in Jamaica and the US, who had placed a lot of faith in me. They believed that I was the one who could succeed and accomplish what they were unable to. I was adamant about succeeding in spite of these obstacles. Knowing that education was my escape, I put a lot of effort into getting good grades and being involved in as much as i could. However, the route to college was unclear. Without much help from my family, I had to deal with financial aid, SATs, and scholarship applications. I applied for every scholarship I could find, contacted guidance counselors, and conducted endless hours of independent research. I had self-doubt at times, questioning if I would be able to pay for college or even if I belonged there. I did, however, remind myself of my family's sacrifices and their hopes for me with every setback. I had to hold on to those dreams. They were the one thing that kept me going. I am aware that my journey is far from over now that I am a college student. Although there is still pressure to do well, it has changed into a strong feeling of purpose. In addition to completing my degree, I'm determined to use my experiences to support anyone who have similar challenges. I want to set an example for my younger siblings by demonstrating that they can succeed just as well as I did. By guiding other first-generation college students through the difficulties I encountered, I hope to give back to my community. I want to make sure that students who are feeling as lost as I was have the support they need since I know that many of them
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