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Valentina Uvidia
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Valentina Uvidia
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WinnerBio
There is one dream, and one dream only, that even if it takes my whole life, I will make it happen. I sometimes wonder, why do we stop dreaming as we grow older? When was the last time you thought of your childhood? Those days we remember with a warm feeling, like the first sip of hot chocolate on a snowy day, or the joyful days of teenage life, as my mom says. Those little things are life—the memories that make everything worth it. It feels so magical to be young, and part of me wants to grow wiser and kinder. I guess people forget that magical feeling, and bit by bit, they forget they were once kids. As we grow, everyone asks what we’ll do with our life. Luckily, I knew my one and only dream. When people hear it, they give me a soft, closed-lip smile. I see more than meets the eye; I see the spark of nostalgia in their eyes, as if I’ve reminded them of their own childhood.
I’m passionate about serving and helping. My goal is to start a business that supports my mother and helps the world. Ambitious, but it fits perfectly with me. I believe in education, even though my parents didn’t go to college. I know education opens doors, and so does my mom. She breaks the doors down and makes sure I’ll pass through them—of course, she’s Latina. I owe her my life, and she’s the motivation behind my one dream. What’s that dream? Many search for it, but few find it. My dream is to be happy. In the end, we only take our experiences with us, and I’ve always wanted mine to be memorable. That feeling of love—that’s what life is about: the little memories that make it all worth it.
Education
Marvelwood School
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Business, Management, Marketing, and Related Support Services, Other
Career
Dream career field:
business
Dream career goals:
Sports
Softball
Junior Varsity2023 – 2023
Wrestling
Varsity2024 – 20251 year
Basketball
Varsity2024 – 2024
Swimming
Varsity2023 – 2023
Volleyball
Varsity2024 – 2024
Soccer
Varsity2023 – 2023
Awards
- Most Improved Player
Cross-Country Running
Varsity2022 – 2022
Awards
- MVP
Research
Environmental/Natural Resources Management and Policy
NCF-Envirothon — Winner of State/School Representative of Envirothon2024 – 2025
Arts
La casa del baile
Dancedancer for parades of every festivity2014 – 2019
Public services
Public Service (Politics)
The Marvelwood School — Resources & models for the student body Assist nightly, enforce, “go-to” person, “big sibling”, check on hallway/dorm, and mediate issues.2024 – 2025Public Service (Politics)
The Marvelwood School — Class President2024 – 2024Public Service (Politics)
The Marvelwood School DEI board — Student Resources: Confidentially review, discuss, and deal with DEI-related claims students submit. I won the diversity and inclusion trophy.2024 – 2024Volunteering
Kent Senior Center — Organize food bank, make an inventory of the food, clean and organize the senior center, serve food, and decorate for every festivity.2024 – 2025Volunteering
St Andrew's Church Kent — I teach Bible reflections to young children and help with the service of the Church2024 – 2025Volunteering
Round Square — Attended a conference in Colombia, acted as translator, researched the economy, planted 500 trees, hiked, and benefitted local families.2024 – 2024
Future Interests
Politics
Volunteering
Entrepreneurship
New Jersey First Generation Scholarship
WinnerThere’s the 10-year-old girl who has only a vague idea of what the real world is like. She still plays with dolls, imagines wild adventures, and has no worries. That was me, just like a lot of kids at that age. The future felt far away. What could really change in a couple of weeks, or even a year?
I was about to find out.
My mom, hoping for a better future, brought my brother and me to the United States. Suddenly, I was thrown into a new world. I had to learn English immediately. I was barely eleven years old, already translating legal documents for my mom with the little English I knew, terrified I might mess something up and get us into trouble. That’s when I first met stress.
At school, kids made fun of me and bullied me because I didn’t speak English. That’s when I first met sadness.
But no—wait. In my Hispanic household, “depression” wasn’t something people like us had. That was for people with the privilege of being depressed. “You don’t have time to be sad,” my mom told me with a straight face. That sentence stuck with me all through high school. And in a way, she was right. Behind that straight face, I knew there was a life of pain and sacrifice. My mom didn’t have time to be sad. She had three kids, rent to pay, bills piling up, and a future to build from scratch.
Watching her strength, day after day, made me realize how lucky I actually was. That kind of strength made me work twice as hard. If she didn’t have the luxury to rest, then I wasn’t going to allow myself the luxury of being lazy.
The summer before my freshman year, my dad passed away. A few weeks later, our landlord told us we had to leave by the end of the month. So there we were: my mom, my brother, and my two-year-old sister, starting from zero again. That was when I met real sadness. It was a pain so deep that nothing I had felt before could compare.
And yet, I found an escape. Sports.
Soccer tryouts changed everything. That season became the best of my life. From there, I tried every sport I could—Volleyball, Cross Country, Softball, Basketball, Tennis. Sports introduced me to passion and discipline, two things that shaped the active, driven person I am today.
I also joined the drama club and art club my freshman year. By junior year, I had become obsessed with growth. I read books, learned about personal finance, and joined the finance club. That’s when I realized I wanted to go into business.
At the start of senior year, I had the opportunity to attend a conference in Colombia, where I worked with local communities. That experience lit a fire in me. I came back with a stronger passion for helping others. I started volunteering at my town’s community garden, senior center, church, and food drives.
Then came college application season—and with it, fear. I was overwhelmed by the thought of failure. But then I remembered: after everything I’ve gone through, I get to be in this position. I have the privilege of choosing my future.
Being a first-generation student is exactly that—a privilege. It's not just my story. It’s the story of my mother, and of every parent who worked endlessly for their child to have opportunities they never had. It’s the story of loss, sacrifice, courage, and eventually, success.
And for me, it gives my dream of becoming a professional a much deeper purpose.
Nabi Nicole Grant Memorial Scholarship
He lay in bed, his presence carrying that bittersweet emptiness of memories. It was one of those rare moments in life when the presence of death felt as vivid as the nightmares that jolted you awake. The hero of our childhood was on his deathbed, and the despair, the heavy weight of helplessness, made everything feel even more melancholic. Jorge Arias, my grandfather—the man who taught me to dance with the sea, who told me his endless stories as a sailor—was saying goodbye to each of us with a warm, lingering kiss. How could someone so serene accept death and be at peace with it? I stepped out of his room, searching for comfort in the stuffed animals of my childhood. I didn’t want that night to be the last. I pictured my graduation day, my wedding, every birthday with him by my side—all the memories we had yet to create. When you lose the most important person in your life, you understand the pain of losing everything. I had already lost my father, and I couldn’t bear to lose him too. Like a crashing wave of emotions, the pain of my dad’s passing hit me straight in the heart. My sweet papin, if God wanted you with Him, then may He grant me the gift of never forgetting your innate presence. With sorrow deep in my chest, I prayed to God not to take my grandfather away from me. Amid my tears, an indescribable calm washed over me. A peace, a love, a feeling so ineffable enveloped my body. I couldn’t explain what had just happened, but I knew—I knew—that night would not be the last. The next morning, I woke up with faith and ran to his room, but he wasn’t there. Could it be possible that…? “Valentinita, mi niña,” the most comforting voice called to me. There he was, so serene, sitting at the table. My family around him looked at him with the same love he had raised us with. I ran into his arms, crying, knowing deep down that there wouldn’t be a goodbye for a long, long time. Gratitude is one of the most beautiful feelings; you know that nothing is infinite, and that’s what makes everything more valuable. Faith is one of the most beautiful feelings; you know that there will always be hope in the darkness. Comfort is one of the most beautiful feelings; it's like a warm hug that gives you the courage to keep fighting—valiant, like my name, Valentina.