I remember the feeling as if it were yesterday. I was six years old, flying to visit my grandparents with my family and enjoying the freedom that summer vacation brings. I had seen the cockpit of the plane, been introduced to the pilot who let me try on his hat, and was watching Disney movies by the dozen. Life was good. Then I felt the cold. I'm 24 now, and although my vocabulary has expanded, the basic feeling has not. I vividly remember the feeling of shivering, a black feeling suffocating me, and wanting to curl up into a ball and hide. Something bad was going to happen, but I had no words or rational explanation. I felt like I was drowning. This was the first time I experienced what I called The Feeling. Over the years, The Feeling would visit me, like my yearly battle with the flu. At least I thought it was a visitor. Maturity, mental health education and time taught me that The Feeling never leaves me. It only tantalizingly waits to attack me when I expect it the least. A nine year old girl, crying because "the world is sad." A sixteen year old not wanting to wake up, because everything is cold. Another panic attack. And always shame. My parents, with the skepticism that shaped their careers, had a remarkably old school attitude towards mental health. At age 17, when I mustered up the courage to tell them that I thought I might be depressed, they told me I was being dramatic for attention. I shrunk inside myself. When I received an official diagnosis, I cried with relief. The Feeling had a name- clinical depression. Having clinical depression feels a lot like having bad eyesight. It's part of my life, I get help for it, and it's part of who I am. I met a man who was kind and gentle, who accepted me and my demons. G-d led me to a wonderful therapist who dragged me back from the abyss. Modern medicine is truly a gift. Antidepressants allow me to get out of bed and function. I also work hard to destigmatize mental health. It saddens me that people feel ashamed at being depressed or taking medication. I try to be open about my journey and encourage others to seek help. I'm pursuing a career in mental health sciences to help every man, woman and child that walks through my door. I'll give their feelings names and also validity, which is all I ever wanted.

### The Impact of Sabrina Carpenter on My Life Sabrina Carpenter’s journey from the charming and witty Maya Hart on Disney Channel’s “Girl Meets World” to her captivating performances in the music industry and Hollywood has had a profound impact on my life. Her immense talent, charisma, and authenticity have not only entertained me but have also inspired me to pursue my dreams with ambition and dedication. I first encountered Sabrina Carpenter’s work when she played Maya Hart on “Girl Meets World.” Maya’s character, with her quick wit, bravery, and loyalty, quickly became a favorite of mine. Through Maya, Sabrina taught me the importance of being true to oneself and standing up for what’s right, even in the face of adversity. Her portrayal of Maya was not just entertaining; it was empowering. Maya’s struggles and triumphs mirrored my own experiences, and seeing her navigate them with strength and grace encouraged me to do the same. Sabrina’s transition from acting to music further deepened my admiration for her. Her songs, such as "Please, Please, Please" and "Espresso," resonate deeply with me. The fun yet heartfelt lyrics of "Please, Please, Please" reflect the complexities of growing up and seeking validation, something many young people, including myself, can relate to. "Espresso," with its upbeat tempo and clever wordplay, showcases Sabrina’s versatility as an artist. Dancing to her music brings me immense joy and a sense of freedom, reminding me to embrace my passions wholeheartedly. Beyond her roles and music, Sabrina’s authenticity and dedication to addressing important issues have significantly impacted me. She uses her platform to speak out on social issues, advocating for equality, mental health awareness, and self-acceptance. Her openness about her own struggles with anxiety and self-doubt has made me feel less alone in my own journey. Sabrina’s willingness to be vulnerable and honest about her experiences has taught me that it’s okay to not have everything figured out and that seeking help is a sign of strength, not weakness. Sabrina Carpenter’s career has also inspired me to dream big and work hard to achieve my goals. Her evolution as an artist, from a Disney Channel star to a dynamic musician and actress, is a testament to her ambition and drive. She continually pushes herself to grow and evolve, setting an example for her fans to do the same. Her resilience in the face of challenges and her unwavering commitment to her craft motivate me to pursue my own aspirations with the same fervor. Applying for the "Sabrina Carpenter Superfan Scholarship" is not just an opportunity to express my admiration for Sabrina but also a chance to reflect on how her journey has shaped my own. Her work has entertained, inspired, and empowered me to embrace my true self and strive for greatness. Whether it’s through her acting, her music, or her activism, Sabrina Carpenter’s impact on my life is undeniable, and I am grateful for the inspiration she continues to provide. In conclusion, Sabrina Carpenter’s remarkable journey as an artist has profoundly influenced me. Her talent, authenticity, and dedication have not only entertained me but have also inspired me to pursue my dreams with ambition and resilience. Sabrina’s career is a testament to the power of following one’s passions and using one’s platform for good. I am proud to be a fan of an artist who continually inspires us to dream big and embrace our true selves.

### The Impact of Chappell Roan’s Music on My Life and Career Aspirations Chappell Roan’s music has been a transformative force in my life, sparking joy, confidence, and a deeper connection to my own passions and dreams. As a young woman with a love for dancing, her music provides not only a soundtrack to my days but also a source of inspiration that drives me to pursue my aspirations with fervor. From the first time I heard Chappell Roan’s hauntingly beautiful voice in "Pink Pony Club," I was captivated. The song’s lyrics about finding a place where you belong and feeling free to be yourself resonate deeply with me. The line “Everybody's welcome at the Pink Pony Club” speaks to the inclusivity and acceptance that I yearn for in my own life and in the broader world. Dancing to "Pink Pony Club" allows me to lose myself in its uplifting message and reminds me to embrace who I am, no matter where I am. Dancing to Chappell Roan’s music is an experience unlike any other. Her melodies have a rhythmic quality that seems to move through my body, compelling me to express myself through movement. "California," with its dreamy, nostalgic vibe, becomes a canvas for my emotions. The lyrics “I’m a California girl at heart” help me envision a place of hope and possibility. Each time I dance to this song, I feel like I’m telling my own story of longing and dreaming for something bigger, which fuels my desire to achieve my goals. One of the most significant impacts Chappell Roan’s music has had on me is the way it has influenced my mental and emotional well-being. In moments of anxiety or self-doubt, her song "Good Hurt" serves as a therapeutic outlet, helping me to process and release my emotions. The line “I know it’s a good hurt” reminds me that some pain is necessary for growth and that it's okay to go through tough times to emerge stronger. This honesty in her lyrics encourages me to be honest with myself, to acknowledge my feelings, and to work through them constructively. Supporting Chappell Roan’s career is something I am passionate about because she represents the kind of artist the world needs more of. Her song "Love Me Anyway" captures her willingness to be vulnerable and authentic. The lyrics “Would you love me anyway, if I let you see my pain?” highlight her bravery in sharing her true self with the world. In an industry that often prioritizes superficiality, she stands out as a beacon of authenticity and originality. Furthermore, Chappell Roan’s journey as an artist is incredibly inspiring. She has faced numerous obstacles and yet continues to pursue her dreams with unwavering determination. Her resilience is a powerful reminder that success is not about never failing, but about never giving up. Whenever I encounter setbacks, I think of her story and remind myself that every challenge is an opportunity for growth. In conclusion, Chappell Roan’s music has profoundly impacted my life, shaping me into a more confident, resilient, and authentic individual. Her songs provide the soundtrack to my dance routines, the therapy for my emotional struggles, and the inspiration for my dreams. By supporting her career, I am not only celebrating an incredible artist but also advocating for a music industry that values authenticity and diversity. Chappell Roan’s music is more than just entertainment; it is a source of empowerment and a catalyst for positive change in my life and in the world.

My life is has been frozen for nine months. I write this in July, but my body, soul, and mind are stuck in October 7th, moments before the world went up in flames. If my life froze in October, then my heart shattered in January. It was when my husband woke me with the news that Yisroel had been murdered in Gaza. He was one of 21 soldiers who had been in an exploded building. Yisroel was our best friend. At our wedding, He had signed the Ketuba (marriage document) and our album is filled with him, dancing so hard that sweat had poured off his face. The rain poured down at his funeral, drenching the hundreds of people who had come to bid him farewell. It was fitting. How could the heavens not cry out at the injustice, that the best of us had been snatched away? Yisroel Sokol was special. A genius, his parents had been Russian immigrants who had come to Israel after the fall of the Soviet Union. They had painstakingly taught themselves English and Hebrew, until they were fluent. Yisroel loved Israel. He explored every crevice, with awe and appreciation of the land we had been given. He was in school for computer science and engineering, but learned biology on his own for pure enjoyment. He loved learning Torah, science and everything the world had to offer. Yisroel was thirsty to grow. I can't breathe with him being gone. I hid my wedding album, so that we wouldn't be taunted by his image. With every day that we are in this war, I feel like drowning. When my husband puts on his own boots and heads out to defend our country, how can I possibly focus on school? But then I think of Yisroel. I remember his parents, starting as penniless immigrants and pushing themselves to learn a new language and culture. I remember how Yisroel loved learning and read every textbook he could get his hand on. I think of his passion for the country and how he died so that my own children can one day explore those same mountains that he did, without fear. He was so wonderfully stubborn. If he could sit in an army barracks and teach himself chemistry, what is my excuse? It is Yisroel who has inspired my career plans. I am in school for Psychology and hope to be a clinical psychologist. I want to focus on PTSD and grief counselling, the things that we need the most. I will not let myself give up. And one day, I will show his picture to my future children and tell them that freedom comes at a cost and it is imperative to seize the opportunities we are given with both hands.

My mother often jokes that I’ve been advocating since birth. In middle school, I was kicked out for defending a girl who was wrongly accused of talking. I told the teacher that, as a future advocate, I couldn’t tolerate such an injustice. This got me sent to the principal’s office, but it also showed me the importance of standing up for the underdog. Maggie Kuhn says, "speak your mind, even when your voice shakes," and it's something I strive to live by. I don’t always feel brave or ready to be loud. But I will always speak and raise my voice for others, even when it comes out in a hesitant whisper. When I turned eighteen, a friend and I decided to volunteer at a home for people with special needs. Every Friday, I would bring my guitar and we would go around visiting the residents. Unfortunately, we were not happy with what we saw. Some of the nurses’ aides didn’t pay attention to the residents and even shouted at them. After spending a gap year in Israel, we were shocked by the stark difference in integration standards. In Israel, individuals with special needs were treated with much less stigma and more acceptance. This inspired us to take action. We wrote an email to the chief rabbi, expressing our concerns and outlining the changes we wanted to see. We didn’t really expect a response, but to our amazement, we actually received one. The chief rabbi informed us that he was reaching out to the CEO of the organization we volunteered for and wanted to implement the suggestions we had made. I didn’t stop there. When I volunteered in Israel and witnessed the neglect of other National Service girls during the corona pandemic, I raised my voice. I went on podcasts, raised awareness and eventually wrote an article that was used to start an organization for the rights of National Service girls in Israel. Again, the power of speaking up. This makes my future career path an obvious decision. I want to be a clinical psychologist and help other people raise their voices. Being an Orthodox Jew, I frequently witness the stigmatization of mental health, and I will not accept it. I will fiercely fight for every person who walks through my door to tap into their potential. This will mean a long career path. This scholarship would be a real lifeline for me. I’m paying for my education (I'm currently doing my B.A in Psychology) and am counting every penny. Your help would go such a long way and help me help others, which is what I’ve always wanted to do. Thank you for your consideration.

My mother often jokes that I’ve been advocating since birth. In middle school, I was kicked out for defending a girl who was wrongly accused of talking. I told the teacher that, as a future advocate, I couldn’t tolerate such an injustice. This got me sent to the principal’s office, but it also showed me the importance of standing up for the underdog. Maggie Kuhn says, "speak your mind, even when your voice shakes," and it's something I strive to live by. I don’t always feel brave or ready to be loud. But I will always speak and raise my voice for others, even when it comes out in a hesitant whisper. When I turned eighteen, a friend and I decided to volunteer at a home for people with special needs. Every Friday, I would bring my guitar and we would go around visiting the residents. Unfortunately, we were not happy with what we saw. Some of the nurses’ aides didn’t pay attention to the residents and even shouted at them. After spending a gap year in Israel, we were shocked by the stark difference in integration standards. In Israel, individuals with special needs were treated with much less stigma and more acceptance. This inspired us to take action. We wrote an email to the chief rabbi, expressing our concerns and outlining the changes we wanted to see. We didn’t really expect a response, but to our amazement, we actually received one. The chief rabbi informed us that he was reaching out to the CEO of the organization we volunteered for and wanted to implement the suggestions we had made. I didn’t stop there. When I volunteered in Israel and witnessed the neglect of other National Service girls during the corona pandemic, I raised my voice. I went on podcasts, raised awareness and eventually wrote an article that was used to start an organization for the rights of National Service girls in Israel. Again, the power of speaking up. This makes my future career path an obvious decision. I want to be a clinical psychologist and help other people raise their voices. Being an Orthodox Jew, I frequently witness the stigmatization of mental health, and I will not accept it. I will fiercely fight for every person who walks through my door to tap into their potential. This will mean a long career path. This scholarship would be a real lifeline for me. I’m paying for my education (I'm currently doing my B.A in Psychology) and am counting every penny. Your help would go such a long way and help me help others, which is what I’ve always wanted to do. Thank you for your consideration.

At ten years old, I longed to be normal. I was a contradiction of smarts. I read at a high school level and included sophisticated words in every sentence. (Looking back, I realize I likely didn't comprehend a third of what I said). Emotionally, I lagged. I was shy and socially awkward. I couldn't apply my book knowledge on the playground. The other girls in my class were a complete enigma to me. I craved acceptance, longing for the right words to communicate. My imagination became my escape, where everything made sense. That’s when I met Daelle. I didn’t know that she was a therapist. All I knew was that my mother would take me out of school early every Wednesday and drive me to a part of town I didn’t know. Right on the dot at 3 o'clock, the door would swing open and I'd walk down the carpeted hallway towards the big room at the end. Until now, my life was divided between girls at school and out-of-touch adults. Daelle was neither. She had luxurious curls that she wore piled up onto her head. She always smelled faintly flowery and, of course, wore lipstick, (which to ten-year-old me was the height of sophistication). Most intriguing, though, was that she didn’t think I was strange. She neither saw me as a child genius nor as the socially awkward gremlin that I felt like. She spoke to me the way I wanted to be spoken to, as if she was really listening. Painstakingly, she worked with me. We discussed the girls in my class and ways to respond to them. I spoke about my loneliness and how i longed to be accepted. The words that wouldn’t come in recess poured out here. In this big office with the art supplies in the corner, I was safe . Therapy is not a cure-all, and I didn't find every session enjoyable. Sometimes I would defiantly swing my legs against the chair and refuse to engage. Daelle showed admirable patience. On those days, she would give me permission to draw using the colored pencils I cherished. We rehearsed different situations. What should I say during recess? What did this social cue mean? Little by little, we unraveled the mysteries of middle school girl-talk. Step by step, we made progress . By the time we finally parted, I was heading to junior high. My confidence increased significantly, and recess stopped being terrifying. I’m ashamed that I don’t even remember saying goodbye to Daelle. I was ready to be a grownup (read, seventh grade) and quickly forgot about her. I didn't truly forget. When I look in the mirror these days, I see a 24-year-old woman, finally old enough to wear lipstick. Only I see that lonely ten-year-old that saw the world through a distant looking glass and feared it. I have a sense of protectiveness towards her and gratitude for the woman with curly hair whom I met every Wednesday. There is not the slightest doubt in my mind about my future. I am determined to be a clinical psychologist, and a good one, too. When timid little girls walk into my practice, I want to be there for them. After all, someone did it for me.

My great-grandmother Fanny Itkchovitch was born in Traskun (today Troškūnai) in 1922. A sickly infant, her father trudged through the snow on a sled to reach Panevezys, to get a blessing from the Rabbi for her to live. The blessing worked, as Granny Fanny ( as she was known) lived another 74 years. Traskun, like Lithuania, changed ownership so often that the inhabitants got whiplash. When my grandmother grew up between the two world wars, Lithuania was independent, and the local people were proud of that fact. Years later, Fanny would tell her youngest son, my grandfather. so many stories about her childhood in Traskun that he too, could visualize the marketplace, the lush berries bursting to be eaten in the summer, and the biting cold of a Lithuanian winter. In 1925, Fanny’s mother Chana Golda contracted tuberculosis and was instructed to relocate to a warmer climate. The Itzkivoitches had relatives in two countries: South Africa and America. After flipping a coin, they decided to go to South Africa. Fanny’s father Dov Ber went ahead and worked tirelessly for two years before he finally had enough money to bring out his wife and daughter. When Fanny finally reached South Africa, the hot, arid flatlands bewildered her. For the rest of her life, she never stopped longing for the lush snow and thick woods where she had played as a child. My great-grandfather, Issy Bolel grew up in Raguva, a small town in Southeast Lithuania. The Ichikovich and Bolel families had met during World War I when both families had been expelled from Lithuania into the interior of Russia. In the early 1930s, his family too, moved to South Africa. Family legend had it that Fanny and Issy had met one Yom Kippur, in the sweltering hot synagogue in Winburg. During the Yizkor prayer, the two had stepped outside the synagogue for some air. They never went back inside and the rest is history. To be a South African Jew is to be Lithuanian. Those two identities are interwoven as one. 98% of the South African Jewish community originates from Lithuania. When I looked at 1920s census records, I found my family's name and many of our friends and neighbors from South Africa. Unlike their Polish counterparts, who desired nothing more than to blend into America, the Jews in South Africa celebrate their Lithuanian heritage with pride. Family traditions and way of dress are fiercely adhered to, and my family proudly describes themselves as Litvaks. (Yiddish for Lithuanians). The prominent South African families are our royalty, the ones whose grandfathers worked together back in Lithuania, and who all marry within the same circles. My grandfather has a Lithuanian passport, as do many of his friends and family. Lithuania is a part of me, culturally, socially, and religiously. Although Fanny and Issy's descendants are now scattered across the globe, we still carry the pride of our heritage with us. When I eat my mother’s poppy seed cake, made from the same recipe that Granny Fanny used, it's not just a taste of home, but also a taste of history. It is almost one hundred years since Fanny played in the Lithuanian snow, but we tell her stories over and over still. For more about my family: https://kehilalinks.jewishgen.org/Troskunai/families/itzikovich.htm

I remember the feeling as if it were yesterday. I was six years old, flying to visit my grandparents with my family and enjoying the freedom that summer vacation brings. I had seen the cockpit of the plane, been introduced to the pilot who let me try on his hat, and was watching Disney movies by the dozen. Life was good. Then I felt the cold. I'm 24 now, and although my vocabulary has expanded, the basic feeling has not. I vividly remember the feeling of shivering, a black feeling suffocating me, and wanting to curl up into a ball and hide. Something bad was going to happen, but I had no words or rational explanation. I felt like I was drowning. This was the first time I experienced what I called The Feeling. Over the years, The Feeling would visit me, like my yearly battle with the flu. At least I thought it was a visitor. Maturity, mental health education and time taught me that The Feeling never leaves me. It only tantalizingly waits to attack me when I expect it the least. A nine year old girl, crying because "the world is sad." A sixteen year old not wanting to wake up, because everything is cold. Another panic attack. And always shame. My parents, with the skepticism that shaped their careers, had a remarkably old school attitude towards mental health. At age 17, when I mustered up the courage to tell them that I thought I might be depressed, they told me I was being dramatic for attention. I shrunk inside myself. When I received an official diagnosis, I cried with relief. The Feeling had a name- clinical depression. Having clinical depression feels a lot like having bad eyesight. It's part of my life, I get help for it, and it's part of who I am. I met a man who was kind and gentle, who accepted me and my demons. G-d led me to a wonderful therapist who dragged me back from the abyss. Modern medicine is truly a gift. Antidepressants allow me to get out of bed and function. I also work hard to destigmatize mental health. It saddens me that people feel ashamed at being depressed or taking medication. I try to be open about my journey and encourage others to seek help. I'm pursuing a career in mental health sciences to help every man, woman and child that walks through my door. I'll give their feelings names and also validity, Which is all I ever wanted.

n the ever-evolving cinematic landscape of Spider-Man, Andrew Garfield's portrayal stands out as my favorite, not only for his charismatic performance but also for the poignant way he navigated grief, particularly in his relationship with Emma Stone's character, Gwen Stacy. Garfield's rendition of Spider-Man in "The Amazing Spider-Man" series offered a fresh perspective on the iconic superhero. His portrayal skillfully balanced the dual identity of Peter Parker and Spider-Man, capturing the essence of a flawed hero who grapples with personal demons. This complexity added depth to the character, making him more relatable and human. The standout moment that solidified Garfield's Spider-Man as my favorite occurred in "The Amazing Spider-Man 2," where his on-screen chemistry with Emma Stone, who played Gwen Stacy, elevated the emotional stakes of the narrative. The beautifully depicted romance between Peter and Gwen not only showcased the actors' undeniable chemistry but also provided a genuine portrayal of a young, passionate love. Tragedy struck when Gwen met her untimely demise, a pivotal moment that showcased Garfield's acting prowess. His portrayal of grief and loss was heart-wrenching, as he grappled with the guilt and pain of not being able to save the woman he loved. This raw and emotional portrayal added a layer of vulnerability to Spider-Man, highlighting the toll that being a superhero can take on one's personal life. The authenticity of Garfield's grief-stricken Spider-Man resonated profoundly with audiences. It showcased the character not as an infallible, untouchable hero, but as a human being with flaws and vulnerabilities. This departure from the traditional superhero narrative contributed to a more nuanced and relatable portrayal of Spider-Man, making him a hero who learns, grows, and confronts the harsh realities of life. In conclusion, Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man is my favorite not only for his charismatic and nuanced performance but also for the way he handled the portrayal of grief in the aftermath of Gwen Stacy's death. The on-screen chemistry with Emma Stone and the authenticity of his emotional journey added a layer of depth to Spider-Man, making him a flawed yet profoundly relatable hero. Garfield's portrayal stands as a testament to the power of storytelling when it delves into the complexities of human emotions, elevating Spider-Man from a mere superhero to a symbol of resilience and humanity.

In the expansive realm of Netflix's offerings, "Derry Girls" emerges as a notable gem, seamlessly blending humor, camaraderie, and a nuanced exploration of historical context. This Irish sitcom has earned its place as my unequivocal favorite, prompting me to advocate for its merits and encouraging you to embark on a binge-watching journey imbued with wit, heart, and historical resonance. Against the backdrop of 1990s Northern Ireland, "Derry Girls" unfolds the comedic exploits of a group of teenage friends navigating the labyrinthine landscape of adolescence during the Troubles. This series excels in crafting a narrative that transcends conventional coming-of-age tropes, marrying uproarious humor with poignant glimpses into the complexities of growing up amidst social and political upheaval. The ensemble cast, featuring characters like Erin, Orla, Clare, Michelle, and James, stands out as a testament to the show's brilliance. Their charismatic performances create a dynamic and unforgettable group dynamic, injecting every scene with contagious energy and fostering an empathetic connection with the audience. The characters' flaws and quirks are not only relatable but also serve as conduits for exploring the multifaceted nature of friendship, identity, and familial dynamics. "Derry Girls" artfully weaves historical events into its narrative fabric, utilizing the Troubles as a backdrop without allowing it to overshadow the show's primary comedic focus. This integration adds depth and authenticity to the characters' escapades, offering viewers a nuanced perspective on the teenage experience amid a turbulent socio-political climate. The show's distinctive strength lies in its ability to navigate sensitive subjects with irreverent humor, achieving a delicate balance between laughter and poignant reflection. The sharp and witty dialogue, combined with impeccable comedic timing, transforms each episode into a delightful exploration of teenage life's chaos, resilience, and universal quest for self-discovery. "Derry Girls" further distinguishes itself through its concise yet impactful format, delivering episodic bites of entertainment that make it an ideal candidate for a weekend binge-watch. Whether seeking a respite or desiring a series that seamlessly fuses laughter with emotional depth, "Derry Girls" stands as a testament to the power of storytelling in capturing the essence of the teenage spirit. In conclusion, "Derry Girls" transcends the boundaries of traditional comedy, offering a jubilant celebration of adolescence against a backdrop of historical significance. For those ready to delve into a narrative that balances humor, camaraderie, and Irish charm, clear your weekend schedule for a journey that promises both hilarity and thought-provoking moments. "Derry Girls" isn't merely binge-worthy; it's a college-level exploration of the teenage experience, leaving viewers eagerly anticipating the next uproarious escapade in Erin and her misfit gang's extraordinary journey.

In the enigmatic world of Hawkins, where the supernatural lurks around every corner, assembling the perfect squad to face new threats becomes a crucial endeavor. If I were to form an elite team to tackle the unknown, my ultimate Stranger Things squad would consist of Eleven, Steve Harrington, and Chief Jim Hopper. Each member brings a unique set of skills, resilience, and character dynamics that, together, would form an unstoppable force against any supernatural menace. Eleven: The Telekinetic Powerhouse Eleven, with her telekinetic abilities and connection to the mysterious Upside Down, is the linchpin of the squad. Her extraordinary powers make her an invaluable asset in facing supernatural threats. Whether it's opening gates to alternate dimensions or using her telepathic abilities to unravel mysteries, Eleven's presence ensures that the squad has a formidable force to reckon with. Steve Harrington: The Unlikely Hero Steve's evolution from a high school heartthrob to an unexpected hero showcases his resilience and growth. His strategic thinking, courage, and trusty nail-studded baseball bat make him a reliable defender against supernatural creatures. Steve's unexpected heroism and leadership qualities would add a dynamic layer to the squad, balancing Eleven's supernatural abilities with a human touch. Chief Jim Hopper: The Seasoned Protector As the chief of Hawkins Police Department, Hopper brings a wealth of experience in dealing with the unexplained. His detective skills, combat prowess, and unwavering commitment to protecting Hawkins make him an indispensable member of the squad. Hopper's pragmatic approach and willingness to delve into the unknown ensure that the team has a seasoned protector to navigate the complexities of the supernatural threat. Together, Eleven, Steve, and Chief Hopper form a squad that combines extraordinary abilities, unexpected heroism, and seasoned expertise. Their synergy, forged through shared experiences and the trials of Hawkins, creates a squad ready to face any new supernatural menace that may threaten the town. Whether unraveling mysteries in the depths of the Upside Down or confronting otherworldly entities, this Stranger Things squad stands as a beacon of resilience and camaraderie in the face of the unknown.

In the symphony of fall flavors orchestrated by Starbucks, one beverage takes center stage in my seasonal narrative—the iconic Pumpkin Spice Latte (PSL). This autumn-inspired drink, with its warm blend of spices and velvety notes of pumpkin, has become more than a beverage; it is a character in my fall story, evoking nostalgia, comfort, and the unmistakable charm of the changing seasons. The Pumpkin Spice Latte, affectionately known as the PSL, is not merely a drink but a herald of autumn's arrival. Its arrival on Starbucks menus signals the transition from the warmth of summer to the crisp embrace of fall. As the first sip touches my lips, it sparks a sensory journey—a symphony of cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin that transports me to a world painted in hues of amber and gold. This fall elixir has woven itself into the fabric of my seasonal traditions. From the first chilly day when the leaves begin to dance in the breeze, the PSL becomes a companion on weekend walks through rustling foliage and cozy evenings spent curled up with a good book. Its presence is not just about the taste but about the emotions it conjures—the feeling of being wrapped in a cozy scarf, the scent of bonfires in the air, and the anticipation of holidays on the horizon. Moreover, the Pumpkin Spice Latte has become a conduit for connection, a shared experience that binds friends and family in the embrace of fall's embrace. From catching up with friends over steaming cups at a local Starbucks to surprising loved ones with a PSL on a chilly afternoon, this drink has become a symbol of shared moments, laughter, and the simple joys that fall brings. As the PSL becomes a character in my fall narrative, it also evolves with the passing seasons. Its arrival marks the beginning of autumn, but its gradual fade from the menu symbolizes the bittersweet farewell to the season. Each sip becomes a nostalgic journey, a reminder of the fleeting nature of time and the cyclical beauty of the changing seasons. To me, the Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks is not just a fall-inspired drink; it is a character in my own autumnal story. Its spices, warmth, and seasonal charm evoke a cascade of emotions, from the anticipation of the changing leaves to the melancholy farewell to the season. As I sip this fall elixir, I am reminded that sometimes, the simple act of enjoying a drink can be a gateway to cherished memories, shared moments, and the timeless beauty of fall.

In the realm of workplace sitcoms, "The Office" stands as a comedic masterpiece, and within its ensemble of quirky characters, one figure resonates with me more than the rest—Jim Halpert. Jim's blend of humor, wit, and relatability mirrors my own approach to navigating the complexities of the professional world. As I delve into the impact of "The Office" on my sense of humor and perspective on workplace dynamics, it becomes evident that the show has not only provided countless laughs but also shaped my understanding of the subtleties inherent in office life. Jim Halpert, played by John Krasinski, is the epitome of the everyman—the guy who finds humor in the mundane and seeks solace in camaraderie amidst the peculiarities of the workplace. Jim's deadpan glances into the camera, often in response to the absurdities unfolding around him, reflect a coping mechanism familiar to many navigating the intricacies of corporate culture. As I resonate with Jim, I find comfort in the idea that laughter can be a powerful ally in mitigating the stressors of professional life. "The Office" has not only shaped my sense of humor but has also provided a lens through which I view workplace dynamics. Michael Scott's misguided leadership, Dwight Schrute's eccentricities, and the ensemble's collective efforts to find joy amid monotony have become a mirror reflecting the idiosyncrasies present in real-world office environments. Through the lens of humor, the show underscores the importance of camaraderie and resilience in the face of challenges, reminding me that even in the most absurd situations, shared laughter can be a unifying force. Furthermore, "The Office" has influenced my perspective on the delicate dance of interpersonal relationships within the workplace. Jim and Pam's evolving romance, Dwight and Angela's peculiar courtship, and the camaraderie among colleagues highlight the importance of human connections amidst the professional facade. The show suggests that beneath the veneer of corporate formalities, there is a shared human experience—a collective struggle to find meaning, connection, and humor in the daily grind. As I reflect on the impact of "The Office" on my professional outlook, it is clear that the show has provided more than just entertainment. It has shaped my ability to find humor in the mundane, navigate workplace dynamics with resilience, and appreciate the significance of human connections within the confines of the office. Jim Halpert's nonchalant humor and the ensemble's escapades have become a source of inspiration—a reminder that, even in the most mundane settings, there is room for laughter, camaraderie, and a touch of absurdity. In conclusion, "The Office" has etched its influence on my sense of humor and perspective on workplace dynamics. Jim Halpert's relatability has become a guiding light, reminding me that in the realm of the professional, finding joy in the ordinary is not only a survival tactic but also a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Through the lens of "The Office," I navigate the complexities of office life with a smile, embracing the humor inherent in the everyday and appreciating the shared human experience that transcends the confines of the workplace.

In the kaleidoscopic world of K-Pop, one group has not only captured my heart but has also left an indelible mark on global culture—BTS. From the mesmerizing beats of their music to the meaningful messages embedded in their lyrics, BTS has become more than just a musical sensation; they are a cultural phenomenon that has significantly influenced my life and resonated with admirers worldwide. BTS's impact on my life is best encapsulated by their commitment to authenticity and self-expression. As a fan, I have found solace and inspiration in their journey, witnessing their evolution from underdogs to global icons. In the lyrics of "Magic Shop," BTS encourages listeners to find comfort in difficult times, serving as a therapeutic balm during moments of uncertainty. Their openness about mental health, self-love, and personal struggles has fostered a sense of community among fans, creating a safe space to navigate the complexities of life. Moreover, BTS's commitment to philanthropy and social causes has inspired me to be more socially aware and compassionate. From their UNICEF campaign "Love Myself" to their generous contributions to various charitable causes, BTS goes beyond the realms of music to leverage their influence for positive change. Their impact extends beyond the stage, fostering a sense of responsibility and collective action among their fanbase, the ARMY. On a global scale, BTS has redefined the perception of K-Pop, transcending cultural and linguistic barriers. Their artistry has become a universal language, uniting people from diverse backgrounds under the banner of shared appreciation for music and creativity. BTS's unprecedented success on the Billboard charts, collaborations with international artists, and sold-out stadium tours signify their cultural impact—a seismic shift that has elevated K-Pop to a global phenomenon. As a fan, the cultural impact of BTS has provided me with a sense of belonging to a global community. The shared experiences and emotions that connect fans worldwide showcase the unifying power of music. Through their music, BTS has become a bridge between cultures, proving that the universal language of harmony can create a world where differences are celebrated and diversity is embraced. In conclusion, BTS's impact on my life and global culture is immeasurable. Their music serves as a soundtrack to my personal journey, offering solace, inspiration, and a sense of community. On a broader scale, BTS has redefined the global perception of K-Pop, breaking down barriers and fostering unity through the universal language of music. As I continue to journey with BTS and the global ARMY, I am grateful for the transformative power of their artistry—a force that extends beyond entertainment to shape perspectives, foster inclusivity, and harmonize passions across the world.

If the soundtrack of my year were to be crafted from the melodic tapestry of 1989 (Taylor's Version), it would undoubtedly echo the sentiments of love, growth, and milestones. As I navigated the chapters of 2022 and 2023, marked by significant personal events, Taylor Swift's resonant tunes provided the soundtrack that perfectly encapsulated the soundtrack of my life. The momentous highlight of my year, the crescendo in the symphony of my life, was the joyous occasion of my engagement. As I reflect on this chapter, Taylor Swift's enchanting lyrics from "Love Story" serenade the essence of this magical journey: "It's a love story, baby just say yes." The song, reimagined in the re-recorded version, captures the essence of a timeless love narrative, mirroring the commitment and promise that accompanied my own love story this year. The lyrics, "You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess," echo the fairy-tale-like quality of finding a soulmate and embarking on a shared journey towards forever. In the echoes of "Today Was a Fairytale," another gem from the 1989 album, the celebration of love takes center stage. As I recount the day of my engagement, the lyrics resonate: "Today was a fairytale, you were the prince, I used to be a damsel in distress." Swift's poetic words serve as a poetic backdrop, harmonizing with the emotions that enveloped the moment—a day where reality surpassed even the most whimsical fairy tales. Yet, as the symphony of life plays on, so does the cadence of personal growth and resilience. In the strains of "Shake It Off," I find solace and empowerment. The lyrics, "And the players gonna play, play, play, play, play," serve as a reminder to brush off negativity and embrace the rhythm of my own journey, letting go of doubts and focusing on the positive notes that define my narrative. As the melodies of 1989 (Taylor's Version) reverberate through the chapters of my life, they encapsulate the ebbs and flows of a year rich in experiences and emotions. The profound lyricism of Taylor Swift not only provides a soundtrack but also becomes a companion, mirroring the highs and lows, the love stories, and the unwavering resilience that define the journey. In conclusion, if my year had a soundtrack, it would be an orchestration of Taylor Swift's 1989 (Taylor's Version). From the enchanting allure of love in "Love Story" to the celebratory notes of "Today Was a Fairytale" and the empowering cadence of "Shake It Off," each song resonates with the emotional tapestry of my experiences. As I eagerly await the chapters that lie ahead, I am grateful for the soundtrack that has accompanied me—a melodic testament to the transformative power of music and the indelible impact of personal milestones.

In the dazzling realm of Hollywood stardom, few figures shine as brightly and diversely as Zendaya. With talents spanning from acting to singing, fashion, and activism, she is a true polymath, leaving an indelible mark on the entertainment industry. While each facet of her career sparkles with brilliance, it is Zendaya's advocacy work that captivates my admiration the most, turning her star power into a force for positive change. Zendaya's foray into the limelight began as a Disney Channel star, but it was her transition to mainstream acting that showcased the depth of her talent. In HBO's "Euphoria," Zendaya delivers a breathtaking performance as Rue Bennett, navigating the complexities of addiction and mental health. This role not only earned her critical acclaim but also marked a milestone in her career, challenging industry norms and broadening the representation of diverse narratives on screen. Beyond acting, Zendaya's prowess extends to the realm of music, where she seamlessly blends her soulful voice with socially conscious lyrics. Her singles, such as "Rewrite the Stars" from "The Greatest Showman" and "Neverland" from "Finding Neverland: The Album," not only showcase her vocal range but also carry poignant messages of empowerment and resilience. However, it is Zendaya's impact on the fashion industry that has set her apart as a trailblazer. As a trendsetter on red carpets, she effortlessly blends sophistication with a youthful edge, solidifying her status as a style icon. Her collaboration with luxury fashion house Valentino for the 2020 Green Carpet Fashion Awards exemplifies her commitment to sustainable fashion—a conscious choice that mirrors her dedication to making a positive impact beyond the entertainment industry. Zendaya's advocacy work extends far beyond the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. In 2020, amidst a global reckoning with racial injustice, she used her platform to amplify marginalized voices and advocate for change. Her impassioned speech at the virtual Emmy Awards, where she became the youngest woman to win the Lead Actress in a Drama Series category, addressed the importance of representation and justice. Zendaya's commitment to creating a more inclusive and equitable industry is not just lip service; it is a call to action backed by genuine efforts to uplift underrepresented communities. What makes Zendaya's activism particularly admirable is her ability to balance it seamlessly with her entertainment career. She effortlessly transitions from starring in blockbuster films to using her voice to address systemic issues. Her involvement in initiatives like the #ChangeHollywood initiative, which aims to push for more equitable representation in the entertainment industry, demonstrates a dedication to dismantling barriers and fostering a more inclusive space for future generations. In conclusion, while Zendaya's talents in acting, singing, and fashion are undeniably impressive, it is her commitment to activism that truly sets her apart. She leverages her influence not just for personal gain but as a powerful instrument for positive change. Whether through thought-provoking roles, socially conscious music, sustainable fashion choices, or advocacy work, Zendaya exemplifies the multifaceted potential of a Hollywood star to inspire, challenge norms, and lead with purpose. Her journey serves as a beacon for those who aspire not just to succeed in their careers but to use their success as a catalyst for a more just and equitable world.

I remember the feeling as if it were yesterday. I was six years old, flying to visit my grandparents with my family and enjoying the freedom that summer vacation brings. I had seen the cockpit of the plane, been introduced to the pilot who let me try on his hat, and was watching Disney movies by the dozen. Life was good. Then I felt the cold. I'm 24 now, and although my vocabulary has expanded, the basic feeling has not. I vividly remember the feeling of shivering, a black feeling suffocating me, and wanting to curl up into a ball and hide. Something bad was going to happen, but I had no words or rational explanation. I felt like I was drowning. This was the first time I experienced what I called The Feeling. Over the years, The Feeling would visit me, like my yearly battle with the flu. At least I thought it was a visitor. Maturity, mental health education and time taught me that The Feeling never leaves me. It only tantalizingly waits to attack me when I expect it the least. A nine year old girl, crying because "the world is sad." A sixteen year old not wanting to wake up, because everything is cold. Another panic attack. And always shame. My parents, with the skepticism that shaped their careers, had a remarkably old school attitude towards mental health. At age 17, when I mustered up the courage to tell them that I thought I might be depressed, they told me I was being dramatic for attention. I shrunk inside myself. When I received an official diagnosis, I cried with relief. The Feeling had a name- clinical depression. Having clinical depression feels a lot like having bad eyesight. It's part of my life, I get help for it, and it's part of who I am. I met a man who was kind and gentle, who accepted me and my demons. G-d led me to a wonderful therapist who dragged me back from the abyss. Modern medicine is truly a gift. Antidepressants allow me to get out of bed and function. I also work hard to destigmatize mental health. It saddens me that people feel ashamed at being depressed or taking medication. I try to be open about my journey and encourage others to seek help. I'm pursuing a career in mental health sciences to help every man, woman and child that walks through my door. I'll give their feelings names and also validity, Which is all I ever wanted.

My mother often jokes that I’ve been advocating since birth. In middle school, I was kicked out for defending a girl who was wrongly accused of talking. I told the teacher that, as a future advocate, I couldn’t tolerate such an injustice. This got me sent to the principal’s office, but it also showed me the importance of standing up for the underdog. Maggie Kuhn says, "speak your mind, even when your voice shakes," and it's something I strive to live by. I don’t always feel brave or ready to be loud. But I will always speak and raise my voice for others, even when it comes out in a hesitant whisper. When I turned eighteen, a friend and I decided to volunteer at a home for people with special needs. Every Friday, I would bring my guitar and we would go around visiting the residents. Unfortunately, we were not happy with what we saw. Some of the nurses’ aides didn’t pay attention to the residents and even shouted at them. After spending a gap year in Israel, we were shocked by the stark difference in integration standards. In Israel, individuals with special needs were treated with much less stigma and more acceptance. This inspired us to take action. We wrote an email to the chief rabbi, expressing our concerns and outlining the changes we wanted to see. We didn’t really expect a response, but to our amazement, we actually received one. The chief rabbi informed us that he was reaching out to the CEO of the organization we volunteered for and wanted to implement the suggestions we had made. I didn’t stop there. When I volunteered in Israel and witnessed the neglect of other National Service girls during the corona pandemic, I raised my voice. I went on podcasts, raised awareness and eventually wrote an article that was used to start an organization for the rights of National Service girls in Israel. Again, the power of speaking up.  This makes my future career path an obvious decision. I want to be a clinical psychologist and help other people raise their voices. Being an Orthodox Jew, I frequently witness the stigmatization of mental health, and I will not accept it. I will fiercely fight for every person who walks through my door to tap into their potential.  This will mean a long career path. This Morgan Levine Dolan scholarship would be a real lifeline for me. I’m paying for my education and am counting every penny. Your help would go such a long way and help me help others, which is what I’ve always wanted to do.  Thank you for your consideration.

Do you remember being ten, when the world was big? At ten years old, I longed to be normal. I was a contradiction of smarts. I read at a high school level and included sophisticated words in every sentence. (Looking back, I realize I likely didn't comprehend a third of what I said). Emotionally, I lagged. I was shy and socially awkward. I couldn't apply my book knowledge on the playground. The other girls in my class were a complete enigma to me. I craved acceptance, longing for the right words to communicate. My imagination became my escape, where everything made sense. That’s when I met Daelle.  I didn’t know that she was a therapist. All I knew was that my mother would take me out of school early every Wednesday and drive me to a part of town I didn’t know. Right on the dot at 3 o'clock, the door would swing open and I'd walk down the carpeted hallway towards the big room at the end. Until now, my life was divided between girls at school and out-of-touch adults. Daelle was neither. She had luxurious curls that she wore piled up onto her head. She always smelled faintly flowery and, of course, wore lipstick, (which to ten-year-old me was the height of sophistication). Most intriguing, though, was that she didn’t think I was strange. She neither saw me as a child genius nor as the socially awkward gremlin that I felt like. She spoke to me the way I wanted to be spoken to, as if she was really listening.  Painstakingly, she worked with me. We discussed the girls in my class and ways to respond to them. I spoke about my loneliness and how i longed to be accepted. The words that wouldn’t come in recess poured out here. In this big office with the art supplies in the corner, I was safe.  Therapy is not a cure-all, and I didn't find every session enjoyable. Sometimes I would defiantly swing my legs against the chair and refuse to engage. Daelle showed admirable patience. On those days, she would give me permission to draw using the colored pencils I cherished. We rehearsed different situations. What should I say during recess? What did this social cue mean? Little by little, we unraveled the mysteries of middle school girl-talk. Step by step, we made progress. By the time we finally parted, I was heading to junior high. My confidence increased significantly, and recess stopped being terrifying. I’m ashamed that I don’t even remember saying goodbye to Daelle. I was ready to be a grownup (read, seventh grade) and quickly forgot about her.  I didn't truly forget.  When I look in the mirror these days, I see a 24-year-old woman, finally old enough to wear lipstick. Only I see that lonely ten-year-old that saw the world through a distant looking glass and feared it. I have a sense of protectiveness towards her and gratitude for the woman with curly hair whom I met every Wednesday. There is not the slightest doubt in my mind about my future. I am determined to be a clinical psychologist, and a good one, too. When timid little girls walk into my practice, I want to be there for them.  After all, someone did it for me.