If my education were a Harry Potter novel, it would begin in the cupboard under the stairs—not so much because my hometown of Plymouth, North Carolina, had no community but because the world I was in was so small. There were very few doors of opportunity that were there for me, and a lot of those magical doors that would form the foundation of my future had not yet opened. Like Harry before his Hogwarts letter arrived, I knew there was something more beyond the horizon. I just didn’t know where to find it. That letter arrived in the form of a move. When my family relocated to Raleigh, I felt like I had entered Platform 9¾ and moved into a whole new world. The scenery, the buildings, the people in a community filled with kids my age; it all felt like a fever dream filled with vigor and vibrance like I had never seen before. Moreso, learning was no longer in a textbook. Schools, programs, mentors, and creative opportunities all surrounded me and changed my perspective on what education could be. New resources surrounded me like enchanted portraits along Hogwarts’ halls— ones that invited me to explore a different vision for my future. That said, my life took a drastic change once I was introduced to the magic of the performing arts. Dance was my first spellbook and taught me discipline, expression, and confidence. Chorus was my voice as a young person learning to take space in the world. Band taught me that individual talents are most powerful when they add up to something bigger than themselves, but theatre was where I truly found my wand. The theater became my Room of Requirement: a place that gave me what I needed, often before I knew I needed it myself. On stage, I saw how stories transport people, shatter assumptions, and foster empathy. Every script became a new world to explore. Each character taught me something about humanity. Drama, for a young Black queer student who wanted to know himself and where he was going in the world, was both refuge and revelation. Looking back, I realize that access to learning resources is much more than a shelf of books. It is about opportunities to have. It is about coming across ideas, experiences, and communities that allow students to envision futures they would never have thought would be possible. If I was not in an environment in which there were far fewer educational and artistic resources, I might never have discovered the passions that are driving my life today. I would make sure to go through those magical doors in the future. Financial support as a student pursuing higher education would allow me to take a step further into my studies, to work on my education, to do some real-world work, and to learn, and not to be distracted by money. I would come from a small town to a big world and have the same curiosity to explore it. Tia believed that knowledge can completely change a life. My path is evidence of that. Sometimes it’s all one open door— or a letter delivered by owl— and a whole world of possibilities that are waiting to be found on the other side.

I am aware that change doesn’t always start with grand gestures. Rather, it starts with small acts of service, compassion, and inclusion so that people can feel seen, valued, and supported. My aim is to help people who are marginalized and want to feel loved and heard in the world, to connect with people who are not heard, and to create spaces where they can find their way and feel connected to others. I have seen how obstacles to Black youth and other underrepresented people in society that are systemic in nature have been all my life. Young people who grow up in difficult situations are more likely to be defined by their circumstances than by their potential. I want to be an advocate and also a lawyer who can help people see their worth and potential, beyond one thing or situation. I want to be a volunteer and do something for humanity in a more positive way. If we can do that work at community events, with local groups, or with outreach programs, we are so much more than just academic and professional development or life experiences to make a difference in the community. And I know that giving back is the most powerful way to take back what you give away and change lives. So I learned from volunteerism that impact is more than the magnitude of an action; it’s how much impact is not only from a large scale but from a small scale of that action, but in the lives of those that it touches and how it touches. I’m most proud to be part of my community by creating and supporting spaces where everyone feels welcome. In a society that can be so divided, people are more of an asset if they have shared interests and meaningful conversations, and simple moments of happiness. I work on putting together gatherings, organizing student events, and building inclusive communities so that people from all walks of life get to meet up and have a chance to socialize in groups and make connections and feel like they belong, and sometimes what you need is an ounce of happiness, a place where you can laugh and be together and feel accepted for who you are. I want to make a positive impact on the world through advocacy, service, and community building. I want to use my education, experience, and passion for justice to inspire others and to create opportunities for people who have been marginalized. Through fighting for equity, investing in my community, and creating inclusive spaces and joy, I want to leave the world better than I came in— one person, one chat, and one act of kindness.

I dream of becoming a criminal defense attorney who helps defend minorities and fellow American citizens who have been put in bad situations where the odds are against them. I am a proud gay black American who is well aware of the possible dangers that could happen to me if I am at the wrong place at the wrong time. The history of African Americans has been poor, especially in recent years with the BLM movement showcasing community frustration with our judicial systems. Many minorities get wrongly convicted and end up incarcerated because of poor defense attorneys, and it is my goal to one day sway that narrative. After diving more into my history, I understand why people protest and stand up for what is right. After studying more about how the system works, I now see that my best chance to fight back against the system is to become part of the system. You ask me what motivates me to pursue this career path. Well, it is the simple fact that I am tired of seeing my community fight against injustice. To be a good lawyer you need to have the ability to cultivate a diverse range of skills and interests to be successful in this field. While a strong academic background is essential for law school admission, extracurricular activities demonstrate a well-rounded personality and a commitment to personal growth. Students interested in law may participate in debate clubs, mock trial competitions, or student government, where they can refine public speaking skills, develop leadership qualities, and engage in advocacy work. Likewise, involvement in community theatre, improv groups, or writing workshops can enhance creativity, collaboration, and emotional intelligence—attributes valued in law and politics. My goal is to become a lawyer, but I plan to graduate from a four-year institution with high honors and a pre-law degree, which will open doors for me when applying to law school. I plan to study politics and American history which will provide me with background knowledge when defending victims of lesser opportunities. However, I am not naive. I know there will be cases where my defendant will be guilty, but a good lawyer has to know when to put their moral character aside for the good of a case. A lawyer's job is to win his cases, and that’s just what I plan to do. In conclusion, my determination to excel in both my potential career field and academics makes me the perfect candidate for any school willing to have me. I always try to go above and beyond in anything I do, I love overachieving and helping out anyone in need, but most importantly I always work to grow and improve every chance I’m given.

Black excellence is not only contingent on my own success but also on the success of my community. This ideology led me to choose an HBCU, where I intend to pursue a major in theatre—hopefully at Howard University. Theatre is my passion and has shaped my identity. I aspire to act for a lifetime, whether on stage or screen, but I recognize the financial instability of the entertainment industry. In contrast, I have a solid plan in criminal justice, where I can pursue a career as a criminal defense attorney, leveraging my skills to build a reputation and valuable connections. My confidence and logical perspective drive me, and I hope to bring these qualities to my legal career if I choose that path over acting. Growing up, I looked up to these individuals as they paved the way for African Americans, using their talents and expertise to inspire and uplift Black communities. I, too, want to contribute. As an actor, I have found that performing becomes bigger than what the title gives credit to. Performing has become an art form full of meaning, emotion, integrity, and communication; attributes that helped me realize my calling for years. I am hoping to not only excel in the Acting Concentration Program but also become someone who inspires kids around the world to follow the calling in their hearts more than the logistics in their heads. I want to make black excellence known through acting by showing the pain and struggle it takes to get where I am heading. My purpose is to perform through acting and excel for my minority communities. I aspire to be a leader in the arts in various ways to promote African American representation in the media. African American actors and actresses need to be able to stand on the same pedestal as anyone else. That said, I will make sure that my face and name bring all of those emotions to those who aren’t inspired or heard in their communities by adding excellence to the black acting industry. I want to be a face that gives the next generation hope, showing them that they can succeed, whether in a white-collar profession or on stage. The more this country witnesses Black success, the more inspired Black citizens will be. By attending Howard, I hope not only to receive an excellent education but also to build meaningful connections with professors and future leaders.

The brutality of life hunts those who extend outside of societal norms. I learned this lesson early as I grew up different from my peers. I am a gay Black male—a double minority—who often finds it exceptionally hard to fit in. My peers, family members, and even strangers question my sexuality and identity, asking things I don’t even have answers to. And whenever I get close to being comfortable with myself, a mysterious force always pulls me back toward confusion. At the end of my junior year, I enrolled in a beginner’s dance class. It was a big step out of my comfort zone. I had always loved performing in concerts and plays, but anything beyond that felt terrifying. Still, I took the leap. With time and patience, I was eventually seen as one of the more advanced students and even earned a solo part in one of the performances. When I wasn’t practicing my solo, I worked tirelessly to improve my technique and explore different dance styles to see what fit me best. Thankfully, I made genuine connections in the class with people who supported me when I struggled. Dance became more than just a hobby—it became a passion, something I couldn’t get enough of. But that love also made me reach for the sun without considering the potential burns. As the class neared its end, my teacher announced tryouts for the dance team and majorette. At first, I hesitated. My physique and gender already set me apart. I knew I would stand out. But for the first time in years, I had found something that ignited every part of me. From my soul to my skin, I craved the sense of family and freedom the dance team offered. I wanted to express the feminine side of me that I had kept caged for so long. In the weeks leading up to auditions, I practiced for hours every day. I asked for advice from more experienced dancers and poured everything I had into preparing. I felt ready. But I made one mistake: I didn’t tell my parents. I had mentioned to my mom that I was considering majorette, but I also said I didn’t expect them to attend the performance. I knew it would make them uncomfortable to see me express myself in a more feminine way. Eventually, the truth came out, and we had a huge argument. They made me perform my routine in front of them. When I finished, they jumped to conclusions, believing I wanted to transition. They began pointing out every feminine trait I had—traits that made me who I am—and used them as proof that something was “wrong.” Their words hurt more deeply than I can express. But the most painful part was their complete dismissal of my dream. They forbade me from trying out for the team, ignoring the time, effort, and love I had poured into dance. It took me a while to recover from that experience. I bottled it up for as long as I could until it led to yet another explosive fight. But with time, healing came. I now understand that I am a man who expresses himself in both masculine and feminine ways. I live in a world where lines can blur, where people can embrace complexity rather than fear it. I will no longer apologize for who I am. I refuse to shrink myself to fit society’s expectations. I am committed to living truthfully, even if the world around me doesn’t always understand. Because the only way I can truly live is by being myself—fully and unapologetically.

Challenges that tear down the soul often lay the groundwork for profound personal growth and eventual success. Over the past four years, I've pursued dreams that at one point were unthinkable—not just to others, but to myself as well. My journey has been shaped by people who made me look beyond my limitations, specifically my theatre teacher, Mrs. Bullock, who encouraged me to push through mental barriers and believe I could do anything. I was unseen when I started high school and felt I had no talent. My academics were the one thing I could rely on, but they failed to provide the purpose I desperately needed. However, that changed when a friend encouraged me to audition for a play in the theatre. I was terrified of putting myself in the spotlight, but something within me sparked at the audition. The fear never went away, but I found a confidence within myself that I did not know I possessed. Performing was exhilarating, and for the first time in decades, I felt alive and connected to something larger than myself. Theater became a place of vibrance, allowing me to express my dreams and fears and push myself. However, more than theater, it was Mrs. Bullock who changed me. The day I walked into her class, she saw what I could not see in myself—potential. She believed in me before I could believe in myself. Through her guidance, I realized my voice could be heard, and that I was capable of doing more than I imagined. She pushed me to step outside my comfort zone, take a risk, and strive for excellence even in the face of failure. Mrs. Bullock helped me realize that vulnerability is not a weakness but a source of strength. She helped me fall in love with my flaws and use them as opportunities for growth. Her belief in me set the foundation for my self-esteem, and I felt more comfortable speaking in front of large audiences and connecting with others on a more personal level. Theatre, under her direction, was where I began to discover myself again and see my potential. The lessons I gained in theatre went beyond the stage. They taught me resilience, perseverance, and how to hold my head high despite adversity. I no longer saw myself as a product of my struggle but as someone who could rise above it. I understood that greatness was not a destination; it was a mindset. It's striving to be the best version of yourself and setting a standard of excellence for others to follow. With this being my senior year, Mrs. Bullock has helped me maintain all of her teaching in the hope of me blossoming at Howard University, a place where she motivated me into pursuing both theatre arts and legal studies while preparing me for the world outside of our small school. In addition to theatre, speech and debate played a significant role in my growth. It made me more courageous in dealing with large audiences and taught me how to express myself. I learned to think on my feet, entertain different ideas, and express myself better through speech and debate. It also opened my eyes to all the possibilities for my future. Far from feeling constrained, I now know that I have the freedom to explore a multitude of various pathways. Speech and debate allowed me to remain open to new options and granted me the confidence to pursue any goal I set for myself.

How has your experience with challenge and difficulty played a significant role in your life? The brutality of life hunts those who extend outside of societal norms. I learned this lesson early in life as I grew up different from my peers. I am a gay black male, a double minority, who finds it exceptionally hard to fit in at times. My peers, family members, and even strangers question my sexuality and identity, questioning things that I don't even have an answer to. Furthermore, whenever I get closer to being comfortable with my identity, a mysterious force always pulls me back towards the confusion. I enrolled in a beginner's dance class at the of my junior year. It was a big step out of my comfort zone, as I love to perform in concerts and plays, but anything else was reaching outside of myself and seemed terrifying. It took a lot of time and patience, but after a while, I was considered one of the more advanced students. I even earned a solo part in one of the choreographed performances. If I wasn't practicing the solo, I worked tirelessly to hone my techniques and try different dance styles to see what fit me best. Luckily, I made great connections in the class with people who always helped me out when I struggled with certain moves, helping my relationship with dance grow and form something insatiable. However, this led me to strive for the sun without worrying about the potential burns. As the class was getting closer to ending, the teacher mentioned dance tryouts coming up for new students interested in joining the dance team and majorette. At first, I hesitated to try it because of my physique and gender. I knew I would stand out, but for the first time in years, I had found something that completely infatuated me. Everything in me, from my soul to my flesh, desired to be a part of a team, a family that was willing to uplift me and help me express the feminine side of me that I had long kept caged up. Everything was going well leading up to the auditions. I practiced every day for hours to make sure that I was ready and made sure to ask for advice and help from others who knew more about dance than I did. Everything was going great until I made the mistake of not telling my parents. I had talked to my mom about me doing majorette and the idea of them not coming to see me because I knew how uncomfortable it would be for them to see me as more feminine. It led to my parents and I having a big argument that crushed and confused me more than ever before. They made me perform my routine in front of them, and when I finished the routine, they believed that I wanted to transition into a girl and started calling out every feminine trait/characteristic that partially made me who I am. Everything they said hurt me deeply, but nothing was worse than them completely shutting down the idea of me joining the dance team, even after all of the hard work I had put into making the team. It took me a while to get beyond this period of my life. I tried to bottle it inside, but it just came back stronger and led to another fight with my parents. That said, now that all of that has passed, I realize that I am a man who likes to express myself in both a masculine and feminine way. I live in a world now where the lines can blur, and people can appreciate me more for who I am rather than what I am. Furthermore, I will not pretend to be something I'm not. I refuse to live my life conforming to society's standards. I am committed to being true to myself, regardless of how others perceive me.

Sometimes, it takes acknowledgment from another to realize my self-worth. Not to say that I do not know myself, but by living true to my character, I started becoming unconscious of the potential impact I have on others. During my junior year of high school, I made myself well-known around the school. More people knew who I was since I participated in theatre, band, and student council. If someone were to question my character, they would see only positive attributes projected by me wherever I went. I try my best to keep up appearances and to be there for others, but sometimes that leads to me trying too hard and realizing that I do not have anyone close enough to rest my shoulder on. Being good acquaintances with others is one thing, but finding and keeping real friends has always been a challenge. However, I had a friend named Korie, who slowly became my closest companion. He was a senior; I was a junior, but even though we were in separate grades it never got in the way of our friendship. It was something I cherished as I struggled to maintain strong friendships. Whenever I needed him, he was there for me, but I could tell he also had his guard up. He lost his last best friend tragically and struggled to get close to me in fear of getting hurt, and that guard didn’t until one fateful that we both talk about to this day. It was late evening, and I was getting ready for bed when Korie called me. At first, I wasn’t going to answer as I thought it wasn’t that important, and I had to do some things before heading to bed, but something made me answer the phone, and when I did, I was bewildered by what I saw. It was Korie crying frantically, which he never did, at least not in front of me. He asked me if he could stay the night in my house, which surprised me because he had never asked me that before. As I tried to ask him why and what was wrong, it was as if his tears were drowning his words, so it first came out in mumbles, but he gathered his words to explain the situation. He and his father got into a big altercation that led to him being beaten and put out of the house. After he told me that, I told my family the situation and drove as fast as I could to his home, which was right up the block from mine. I finally get there to see him and his mother arguing over what just happened. I tried to calm the situation, but it was almost impossible; he was angry. He was angry, sad, confused, and over the nonsense he was dealing with in his household. At first, his mother decided he could come with me, and I was eager to take him away from the toxicity forming around that house for the night, but after more time passed, his mother changed her mind and persisted that he went back in. She told me to leave and that he would be fine, but I wouldn't until I knew he was okay. It wasn’t until he gave me the confirmation to retreat that I hesitantly drove back home. After that night, it took him some time to adjust, but he eventually found his way back to his old self, which was almost perfect timing since graduation was approaching and he was about to walk the stage. A few weeks before his graduation, he told me he was the one chosen to give the graduation speech, and I was overjoyed to hear the accomplishment. I was already attending as I was a part of the band performing for graduation, so it was nice to get the opportunity to hear my best friend tell his story and set sail to adulthood with him having the final word. As I sat down to watch him give the graduation speech, he talked about every person who added value to his life that caused him to be better and to believe that there was more to life than just wasting away. He started with his family, then his teachers, and all while giving this speech, I wondered if he would mention me. I knew I meant a lot to him, but I didn’t know if he found it appropriate. Some of me wish he would, but another part understood if he didn’t. I didn't expect him to say my name since it was a graduation speech, but before the thought could leave, he mentioned my name as the best friend who had been there through everything and helped make his last year the best. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotions that hit me all at once. I was overwhelmed with happiness over the fact that I was able to be one of the people who could majorly impact his life. I try to be there for people, but I never thought anyone cared to see that side of me. The speech meant more to me than anyone could understand, and it's not only because I was acknowledged by my friend but also because I had found someone who cared for me as much as I cared for them. All of my worries about our beautiful friendship were for nothing. He helped me realize that by overthinking the negatives of life, I will never be able to understand its beauty, and for that, I will forever be grateful.

Challenges that tear down the soul often lay the groundwork for profound personal growth and eventual success. I have spent the past four years working to reach goals no one around me ever saw coming true, not even myself. When I was a freshman, I thought that I was talentless. The most irrelevant person in every environment. The only thing I had going for me was my academics, but I needed more awareness about who I was and who I wanted to become. I didn't know how to express myself; I had recently come out of the closet and didn't know how the world would react, so I kept most of myself, to myself as if I were a ghost in a shell. My parents didn’t take the news well, and it took nearly 4 years to get to a good place past the challenges and fights over my identity. There have been many times in my life when I had fallen into a deep depressive state, but with the help of the friends around me, I have been able to survive and overcome those phases of grief. Furthermore, with the combination of inconsistency with my self-identity and family, I had a hard time fitting in and finding who I was. It wasn't until a friend invited me to audition for theatre that I stepped outside my comfort zone and tried something new. Was I scared of trying out? Of course! I was never good at going out for something that wasn't mine until then, but something sparked inside me. Something inside my spirit allowed confidence to shine through the fear, and before I knew it, I was performing for the first time, living out my wildest dreams and nightmares all at once, and it was exhilarating. After the performance, I continued pursuing theatre and building my confidence, which then ventured into my ability to be more outspoken than ever before. I could easily talk in front of big crowds, connect with strangers, and sympathize with them on a deeper level. However, I cannot give all the credit to the theatre. It took a lot of life lessons, friendships, heartbreaks, bad decisions, and God to get me to where I am today. I am a person who always thinks critically, strives to overachieve, helps others in need, and adapts to almost anything and anyone I am around. These qualities helped me keep my head held high even when the world tried to tear me down. I strive to set the standard in anything I do because I know, from my own experience, there will be someone watching me with envy and admiration, hoping to get to where I am as I did to others in the past. I looked up to those who were on stage until I finally did get on stage. I wanted to be at the top of my classes; I worked hard to achieve that goal and now want the same for others. I want to be the standard so that the people around me can aspire to be great in their own ways.

My soul is tainted from the horrors of life but heals as I learn to love myself. It took a while for me to understand the importance of mental and physical wellness fully. While schools provide textbook definitions, they often overlook the individual challenges tied to personal identity and desires. Those key elements define how important your mental and physical wellness becomes. As a 17-year-old senior, I recognize that I am far from fully grasping or achieving total wellness. Life doesn’t allow us to focus solely on mental or physical health; challenges in both areas can hit unexpectedly, sometimes simultaneously. Achieving overall wellness depends on how secure you are within yourself, and unfortunately security is a friend that I lack connection with. My mental decline was caused by numerous factors such as weight, sexuality, identity issues, romantic issues, and of course academics. The earliest factor that comes to mind would be my weight loss trials. This is also a part of my physical journey but the mental trials played a bigger role in my journey. As someone who was once obese, I used to get bullied and touted a lot in elementary school. So much so that I decided to get a physical trainer, as my body started to slim, my mind would worry constantly about every calorie I intake, every pound that added to my own, and every single part of my outward appearance. I would often get lost in depressive episodes, wondering why I felt this way even though the progress I made was extremely evident. It wasn’t until I did some research, that I found out I shared similar traits of one with body dysmorphia. I believe the knowledge of knowing what I was going through helped me slowly accept how I looked, because after I found out what I was struggling from, I found ways to appreciate the work I put in to make my body what it is today. The area of my life that comes with the largest dose of mental health obstacles is sexuality. My family knows about this and they are coming around but quite homophobic (as I am a gay black male) so my views conflict with their thoughts. I have argued with them and learned some difficult truths surrounding my coming out, at home anyhow. I thought long I convinced myself that things were fine until a conflict would arise. Since then, I have reflected and decided not to bring up my sexuality or want of partners back home in the interest of concern rather than offense. Understand my family never even requested this of me, it was to keep the peace at home. In conclusion, while mental and physical wellness is crucial, it can’t be fully taught. Every person needs to find their value of self-worth and respect to fully grasp the meaning behind mental and physical wellness. For me, it involved understanding my struggles and how I interact with others to find inner peace. However, that isn’t always the case for others, which is something they will need to explore for themselves. In conclusion, while mental and physical wellness is crucial, it can’t be fully taught. Each person must discover their self-worth and respect to understand true wellness. For me, it involved understanding my struggles and how I interact with others to find inner peace. However, this journey is personal and varies for everyone.

Challenges that tear down the soul often lay the groundwork for profound personal growth and eventual success. I have spent the past four years working to reach goals no one around me ever saw coming true, not even myself. When I was a freshman, I thought that I was talentless. The most irrelevant person in every environment. The only thing I had going for me was my academics, but I needed more awareness about who I was and who I wanted to become. I didn't know how to express myself; I had recently come out of the closet and didn't know how the world would react, so I kept most of myself, to myself as if I were a ghost in a shell. My parents didn’t take the news well, and it took nearly 4 years to get to a good place past the challenges and fights over my identity. There have been many times in my life when I had fallen into a deep depressive state, but with the help of the friends around me, I have been able to survive and overcome those phases of grief. Furthermore, with the combination of inconsistency with my self-identity and family, I had a hard time fitting in and finding who I was. It wasn't until a friend invited me to audition for theatre that I stepped outside my comfort zone and tried something new. Was I scared of trying out? Of course! I was never good at going out for something that wasn't mine until then, but something sparked inside me. Something inside my spirit allowed confidence to shine through the fear, and before I knew it, I was performing for the first time, living out my wildest dreams and nightmares all at once, and it was exhilarating. After the performance, I continued pursuing theatre and building my confidence, which then ventured into my ability to be more outspoken than ever before. I could easily talk in front of big crowds, connect with strangers, and sympathize with them on a deeper level. However, I cannot give all the credit to the theatre. It took a lot of life lessons, friendships, heartbreaks, bad decisions, and God to get me to where I am today. I am a person who always thinks critically, strives to overachieve, helps others in need, and adapts to almost anything and anyone I am around. These qualities helped me keep my head held high even when the world tried to tear me down. I strive to set the standard in anything I do because I know, from my own experience, there will be someone watching me with envy and admiration, hoping to get to where I am as I did to others in the past. I looked up to those who were on stage until I finally did get on stage. I wanted to be at the top of my classes; I worked hard to achieve that goal and now want the same for others. I want to be the standard so that the people around me can aspire to be great in their own ways. I hope to attain your scholarship so that I may one day reach my goals of a higher education. Receiving this scholarship will be instrumental in helping me pursue higher education, which is essential for achieving my long-term goals in theatre and beyond. It will alleviate financial barriers and enable me to focus on my studies and artistic development. I hope to hear back from you, and hope that you get to see me on stage one day.

The strength of a beast and the mentality of a wise man make the very essence of a strong veteran. I have seen these traits first-hand from my father who served in the U.S. Army. He fought in wars in countries like Iraq and Vietnam all while trying his best to keep in contact with me and my mother. He has been retired for a few years now, which helped him become more involved in our lives as he slowly became the heart of our household. My father's service in the Army exemplified both immense physical strength and remarkable mental resilience. His ability to endure the physical rigors of combat and the mental strain of wartime experiences highlighted the importance of both strength and wisdom. These qualities have profoundly shaped my own values. From him, I learned that true strength is not just about one's physical capabilities but also about emotional stability and the wisdom to handle complex situations in a calm and well-observed manner. His dedication to his family despite his career demonstrates the importance of a balance between professional duties and personal responsibilities. These values have become central to who I am, guiding me to pursue a career where I can uphold these principles and contribute meaningfully to my family and community. That said, I do not wish to pursue a career in the military field, I still would like to contribute to the world by putting away criminals as a criminal prosecutor. I plan to study political science during undergrad and then transfer to another school to get my law degree. While I am certain that the road ahead will be tedious and treacherous, I know that I have an outstanding role model who will guide me through my trials with his knowledge of hardships. In conclusion, my father’s service in the U.S. Army has profoundly shaped my values, work ethic, and sense of purpose. His blend of physical strength and mental wisdom, combined with his dedication to both his career and family, has provided me with a powerful example of how to live a life of integrity, discipline, and purpose. His transition from a soldier to a central figure in our family has shown me the importance of balancing professional and personal responsibilities while maintaining a commitment to do good in my community. These lessons have guided me towards a career in law, where I can honor his legacy by doing good for the world and government we’re ruled by, and by holding the same principles of, integrity, dignity, and dedication he still holds today.