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Victoria Monroe

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General information

Age
22

Hobbies & Interests

  • Painting and Studio Art
  • Running
  • Music
  • Art
  • Dance
  • Sports
  • Travel And Tourism
  • Math
  • Walking
  • Tutoring
  • Government
  • Student Council or Student Government

Reading

  • Adult Fiction
  • Science Fiction
  • Drama
  • Literature

I read books multiple times a month.

Bio

ULI Etkin Scholar | abrdn Future Talent Program Participant | Schreyer Honors Scholar at Penn State | Aspiring LEED Architect | Fair Funding and Civil Rights Activist

Education

Pennsylvania State University-Main Campus

Bachelor's degree program

2021 – 2026

Majors:
  • Architecture and Related Services, Other
Minors:
  • Sociology
  • Foreign Languages, Literatures, and Linguistics, Other
GPA3.4 GPA

Delaware County Community College

Technical bootcamp

2019 – 2021

Majors:
  • Liberal Arts and Sciences, General Studies and Humanities
GPA4.0 GPA

Penn Wood High School

High School

2018 – 2021

Majors:
  • Architecture
  • Architectural Drafting and Architectural CAD/CADD
Minors:
  • Spanish Language and Literature
GPA4.0 GPA

Miscellaneous

Desired degree level:
Master's degree program
Majors of interest:
Architecture, Foreign Languages, Literatures, and Linguistics, Other, Criminology, Sociology, Political Science and Government, Sustainability Studies

Career

  • Planning Intern

    Architecture & Planning · State College Borough

    Jan 2025 – Present

  • Food Service Worker

    Food & Beverages · The Pennsylvania State University

    Jan 2021 – Jan 2022

  • Architectural Design Intern

    Architecture & Planning · Ian Smith Design Group

    Jan 2023 – Jan 2023

  • Lab Assistant

    Architecture & Planning · Digital Fabrication Laboratory Assistant

    Jan 2022 – Present

Miscellaneous

Dream career field:
Architecture & Planning
Dream career goals:
Affordable Housing Designer and Advocate
Has nursing license:
No

Future Interests

  • Advocacy
  • Politics
  • Volunteering
  • Entrepreneurship
Mohamed Magdi Taha Memorial Scholarship
Being an ‘up-standing’ person starts with your community and dedicating your life to the people you serve. One of the first communities I found at The Pennsylvania State University is the Penn State Chapter of the National Organization of Minority Architect Students (NOMAS). It was a safe space to talk about the issues we faced as BIPOC in architecture, learn our history as multicultural designers, check each other’s portfolios, help each other on design projects, and much more. In my first year, when I was a black woman entering a predominantly white profession at a predominately white institution, I felt alone, and NOMAS was what I needed. I realized then that this is a community I want to add to and continue to make a home for students like me. In 2022, I served as Treasurer, in 2023 I served as Vice President, and in 2024 I now serve as President. During my tenure, I have helped raise over $10,000 towards our attendance at the national NOMA Conference, held events to get us closer together like trivia, impromptu concept model making, complaining sessions, organized our first annual Fashion Show, and overall created the space that I had the honor of partaking in my first year of college. Finding this organization guided me to dream bigger about what I could be as a designer. As many know, gentrification is the removal of urban characteristics from poorer areas for a wealthier audience. Gentrification disproportionately affects black people who occupy urban areas. I want the opportunity to change that by combining modern architecture with black culture, exploring in my thesis the effects of white supremacy culture on the built environment. By additionally engaging in local economics and politics and being LEED AP accredited, I will ensure Black and Brown communities are safe and secure in their homes. That also led me to join national organizations like Design as Protest, Project Pipeline, and the Philadelphia Chapter of the National Organization of Minority Architects (PhilaNOMA) where I engage in professional activism, teach underrepresented middle schoolers about architecture, and advocate for radical changes of how we see urbanism, buildings, and our communities. Overall, joining NOMAS was the best thing that happened to me professionally, socially, and personally. I owe my drive to be a better person for myself and my community to them and I will not stop until the intersection of STEAM, particularly architecture, and multiculturalism is the standard.
Black Excellence Scholarship
Leaders are not those with a loud, strong voice. Leaders are not those who work alone. Leaders are not those at the front. My strongest attribute of Black Excellence is my unwavering commitment to servant leadership because I walk alongside my community as we uplift one another collaboratively and lovingly. At The Pennsylvania State University, I hold many leadership positions, including: President of the Penn State Chapter of the National Organization of Minority Architect Students (NOMAS) President of the Arts and Architecture Student Council President of the Ambitions Performance Company Secretary of the Penn State Chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) And more! Though it may seem like a lot, I wouldn’t be involved in anything more or less. By engaging and serving in these organizations, I hit 4 of my main passions: making the intersection of multiculturalism and architecture the standard, engaging in ethical, change-making politics, expression through the performing arts, and elevating the Black community. These are principles I have held close to my heart for a very long time, and being able to serve the BIPOC community in these spaces is second nature. Dedicating my life to the things and people I love gives me the breath to continue. For NOMAS, I consistently advocate for Black and multicultural students in architecture. I strive to join the less than 2% of Black female architects nationwide. I understand how lonely that is, especially receiving education from a predominantly white institution. That is when I found NOMAS, my second family. This was a safe space to talk about the issues we faced as BIPOC in architecture, learn our history as multicultural designers, check each other’s portfolios, help each other on design projects, and much more. In a place where statistically I did not belong, I found a home. When I joined NOMAS, I knew this would be something I’d dedicate my time to at college. In 2022, I served as Treasurer, in 2023 I served as Vice President, and in 2024 I now serve as President. During my tenure, I have helped raise over $10,000 towards our attendance at the national NOMA Conference, held events to get us closer together like trivia, impromptu concept model making, complaining sessions, organized our first annual Fashion Show, and overall created the space that I had the honor of partaking in my first year of college. However, I didn’t organize these events because I wanted to. I did it because that is what my community asked of me. I am nothing but a catalyst for my people, and when they ask of me, it is my duty to not only provide but teach them that I am replaceable and that they can be the change and safe space others need. Even with my dedication to service, a great leader recognizes where they have room to grow. An area of Black excellence I need to improve is keeping my head up and developing grit when times are tough. I am never the type to give up. When my organization is on the line, I will go to extreme lengths to ensure we prosper. But, as I am going to those lengths for all my organizations, I get overwhelmed with anxiety quite often. I doubt my leadership and my purpose. I doubt whether I am the best for my community. Through my personal and professional development, I realized that having raw grit and determination for others isn’t enough. Grit comes from mental fortitude, confidence, constitution, and wisdom. It comes from deep inside. As someone always busy or helping, it’s hard to take a step back and take a break to work on yourself internally. However, sound leaders care for both others and themselves to be the best they can be. As I continue to grow, I am dedicated to self-care, like taking breaks, delegating tasks, meditating, rearranging deadlines, and more, to ensure I have the inner grit and endurance to serve my community. No, I am not loud frequently or stand as a figure of leadership. I’m not the strongest, and sometimes I break down. But I listen to my people and ensure that we move together as a unit, as a community, and as a family. That is what Black excellence means to me.
Bold Deep Thinking Scholarship
I think the biggest problem the world is facing is universal fairness because, in this world, it does not exist. The concept of fairness has many layers that need to be taken into account before it is used for any conversation, one of them being equity. Equity, differing from equality, is the ability to access equal opportunities. Because of prejudices like racism, homophobia, xenophobia, and ableism, equity cannot be attained. This is extremely significant within education. A large portion of inequity from the education system is funding. The lack of funding for education in lower income neighborhoods strips opportunities for intelligent students that deserve equal, if not more, opportunities than their higher-income counterparts. Transferring from a private school to a public school, I realized the hard work and determination it takes to be recognized by the nation as smart. I realized the strength and innovation needed to create something when you lack the resources. I realized without the opportunities that should be equally accessible for all, I had to use my mind to create pathways to success. Without opportunities that are accessible for all, fairness our education system cannot exist. Although saying we can never achieve equity is a pessimistic perspective, it is reality. I have been taught, as a black person, that the world will never be fair to you if you stay true to yourself. However, I was also taught to never let fairness dictate your life. I believe, to fight towards equity, we need to teach our youth grit and perseverance. If you work hard, if you never quit, if you pursue what you are meant to do, you will be unstoppable, no matter the obstacle. This mindset pushes me to be a better person for me and others as well.
WCEJ Thornton Foundation Low-Income Scholarship
“Use your feet to stand your ground, use your words to spark a revolution” Those were words I told my peers who were as tired as I was. My community needed their voices heard, and I did everything in my power to ensure it. During the summer, there was another tragic black death due to police ignorance. George Floyd, a 46-year-old father of five, was murdered. For eight minutes and 46 seconds, he called out to his mother in pain while his life was drained from his body. Derek Chauvin, sworn by the federal law to protect every citizen, murdered with little consequence. The tragedy woke up America. It broadcasted the pain Black Americans felt for over 400 years. We marched and screamed that we required change. Yet, the government only sees our skin two ways: a slave or a weapon. We were tormented by the people who gave us the right to protest. I saw my people risking their lives to ensure our future is the best. When George Floyd passed, I felt in my heart my community had to speak up and be a part of the movement. It started with an impulsive, explicit Instagram post resenting the justice system that doesn't believe my life matters. Then my friend said two words that set me off: “Do it.” I asked my peers what they wanted to see, hear, and how to represent us. I wanted to make sure it was not only my voice, but the whole community's. Then I contacted my local government officials. Surprisingly, the police department reached out to me before I could. The chief of police was devastated by George Floyd’s death and the suppression of black voices. He wanted to give me a police escort, and I agreed if he participated in the protest. He agreed. After, I created a flyer and sent it out. Over a thousand people marched 2 miles screaming “Black Lives Matter”. The local news station interviewed us about our experiences as activists and black people. At the end of the protest, I gave a speech demanding nationally police departments support Black lives and expose their comrades who devalue people of color. When it was over, I cried. We were heard across Philadelphia. We showed how we were stronger as one. I am grateful to have a community that supports others. It was a life-changing experience that led me to become a better person. Black Lives will forever Matter, and I have a thousand people who can say the same thing. I want to incorporate that sense of community into my career path. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that's happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. I want to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. That is why I chose Architecture as my career path. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world. Article link: https://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2020/06/14/penn-wood-high-school-student-victoria-monroe-leads-black-lives-matter-protest-in-delaware-county/
Pride Palace LGBTQ+ Scholarship
To me, womanhood goes beyond sex or even gender. It is to be everything this world needs and desires while still being pushed away. To be gay and a woman, though, is pushing against all odds, the undesirable, the desirable, being fetishized, being praised all for the sake of love which is a beautiful thing. Instagram: vmonroe.tori Twitter: torimonroe18
Women in Music Scholarship
Music is a consequential part of my family and I. I come from a family of musicians. This art runs in my blood. My most fond memory of music is playing with my grandfather. Ever since I was born, he wanted me to be a musician with no exceptions. By the age of 4, he was teaching me the piano and to sing in his homemade studio down in the basement. Singing and playing “Twinkle Twinkle”, eating our favorite, Oreos, was the best part of my day. Eventually, I began to stop taking lessons; I was a busy student. However, I always find my way back to a pair of headphones or a guitar, back to music. I never realized how much it meant to me and how intricately it is embedded into my soul until he passed. That’s when, for the first time, I realized I subconsciously pursued his legacy because it felt like home. I went on to participate in my school’s bands. Firstly, I was in a Concert Band. I was 2nd clarinet 1st chair and Section Leader. I really enjoyed Concert Band because it forced me to focus on my technique not only for myself, but my section as well. It created the same sense of family my grandfather gave me. Then I was in a Jazz Band. I played electric guitar and percussion. I really liked Jazz Band because it allowed myself to feel free in the music and have fun with my friends while playing music. Jazz also runs deep in my family. Whenever there is a function, there would be music, either performed live or off an old CD no one remembers the name of. We didn’t need to, we felt it. Lastly, I was in Marching band. I was also 2nd clarinet 1st chair. I loved the marching band. I loved the feeling of marching to tell a story, rooting for our football team in the stands, and participating in parades. Unfortunately my grandfather passed before he could see me in the band. However, he supported my aunt fully when she, too, was in the band. Everytime she sees videos or watches me perform, I see the same light in her eyes as him. Through her, I see and feel all of the memories we had as a family. Music has been and always will be a big part of my life and sharing that experience with other people as well as access to an unlimited amount of emotion and memory is, and continues to be, phenomenal.
Misha Brahmbhatt Help Your Community Scholarship
“Use your feet to stand your ground, use your words to spark a revolution” Those were words I told my peers who were as tired as I was. My community needed their voices heard, and I did everything in my power to ensure it. During the summer, there was another tragic black death due to police ignorance. George Floyd, a 46-year-old father of five, was murdered. For eight minutes and 46 seconds, he called out to his mother in pain while his life was drained from his body. Derek Chauvin, sworn by the federal law to protect every citizen, murdered with little consequence. The tragedy woke up America. It broadcasted the pain Black Americans felt for over 400 years. We marched and screamed that we required change. Yet, the government only sees our skin two ways: a slave or a weapon. We were tormented by the people who gave us the right to protest. I saw my people risking their lives to ensure our future is the best. When George Floyd passed, I felt in my heart my community had to speak up and be a part of the movement. It started with an impulsive, explicit Instagram post resenting the justice system that doesn't believe my life matters. Then my friend said two words that set me off: “Do it.” I asked my peers what they wanted to see, hear, and how to represent us. I wanted to make sure it was not only my voice, but the whole community's. Then I contacted my local government officials. Surprisingly, the police department reached out to me before I could. The chief of police was devastated by George Floyd’s death and the suppression of black voices. He wanted to give me a police escort, and I agreed if he participated in the protest. He agreed. After, I created a flyer and sent it out. Over a thousand people marched 2 miles screaming “Black Lives Matter”. The local news station interviewed us about our experiences as activists and black people. At the end of the protest, I gave a speech demanding nationally police departments support Black lives and expose their comrades who devalue people of color. When it was over, I cried. We were heard across Philadelphia. We showed how we were stronger as one. I am grateful to have a community that supports others. It was a life-changing experience that led me to become a better person. Black Lives will forever Matter, and I have a thousand people who can say the same thing. I want to incorporate that sense of community into my career path. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that's happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. I want to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. That is why I chose Architecture as my career path. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world. Article link: https://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2020/06/14/penn-wood-high-school-student-victoria-monroe-leads-black-lives-matter-protest-in-delaware-county/
Harold Reighn Moxie Scholarship
Hello, my name is Victoria Monroe, and I am indubitably terrified. That is a broad statement that anyone could resolve with, “You have nothing to be scared about.” The only contradictory problem is, I have every right to be afraid. I am too young. I am applying to one of the best schools in the nation at sixteen years old. I commonly hear that I have not experienced enough of life. Truthfully, that is partly accurate; I can not drink, I can drive only between the hours of 7 am and 11 pm with one passenger, and I still have to ask my parents permission to walk to the store around the corner from my house. To propel this idea even further, I am still mentally, emotionally, and physically growing and have much to learn and experience. I have doubts that I am prepared for life simply because I am still a child. I am too naive. I decided to apply to 3 out of 8 Ivy League schools without regarding the stress that soon came after. Then I applied to seven more universities. I see the good in everyone, which is a blessing and a curse. In a competitive environment and field, it could turn brutal. I have doubts that my unwary nature could cost me emotionally and mentally. I am too critical. I strive for perfection and to be the best. In group settings, I do well. However, I often take a leadership position to ensure success, though those statements are incontestably disparate. I put the maximum effort into everything I do, and that can be very overwhelming. The push to be perfect strains my mental health. I have doubts about myself because of my drive to be flawless by any means. Yes, I am petrified of what is to come. However, there is one haven where I can allow myself to be vulnerable and to grow. It is at my desk, sketching by candlelight. When my pen touches the paper, I have no worries. I have nothing to be scared of. That space is where I transform into the person I know I can be. I am not too young, but instead have a modern mind. I bring new and innovative ideas to the table and find ways to materialize those thoughts. I use the doubt of lacking some knowledge to explore concepts without bounds, with the freedom to metamorphose from knowing not what is, but what can be. I am not too naive, but ambitious. I face all of my problems head-on tactically. If there is no explicit way provided, I will make my own. Anything is possible, and we must ensure that statement stays true. I am not too critical, but committed and immovable. I will do whatever is in my jurisdiction to create the most satisfactory outcome for everyone. My drive will push me to provide the best solutions not only for myself but for the community. I am determined and will not stop until we achieve a mutual goal. Art truly brings out my best self. It allows me to be free and grow from my imperfections. However, a significant part of my growth comes from others. Helping my community and bringing it together brings me the same feeling that art does; it is something I cherish. That is why I chose Architecture as my career path. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that was happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. I want to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world.
Taylor Ibarrondo Memorial Scholarship
“Use your feet to stand your ground, use your words to spark a revolution” Those were words I told my peers who were as tired as I was. My community needed their voices heard, and I did everything in my power to ensure it. During the summer, there was another tragic black death due to police ignorance. George Floyd, a 46-year-old father of five, was murdered. For eight minutes and 46 seconds, he called out to his mother in pain while his life was drained from his body. Derek Chauvin, sworn by the federal law to protect every citizen, murdered with little consequence. The tragedy woke up America. It broadcasted the pain Black Americans felt for over 400 years. We marched and screamed that we required change. Yet, the government only sees our skin two ways: a slave or a weapon. We were tormented by the people who gave us the right to protest. I saw my people risking their lives to ensure our future is the best. When George Floyd passed, I felt in my heart my community had to speak up and be a part of the movement. It started with an impulsive, explicit Instagram post resenting the justice system that doesn't believe my life matters. Then my friend said two words that set me off: “Do it.” I asked my peers what they wanted to see, hear, and how to represent us. I wanted to make sure it was not only my voice, but the whole community's. Then I contacted my local government officials. Surprisingly, the police department reached out to me before I could. The chief of police was devastated by George Floyd’s death and the suppression of black voices. He wanted to give me a police escort, and I agreed if he participated in the protest. He agreed. After, I created a flyer and sent it out. Over a thousand people marched 2 miles screaming “Black Lives Matter”. The local news station interviewed us about our experiences as activists and black people. At the end of the protest, I gave a speech demanding nationally police departments support Black lives and expose their comrades who devalue people of color. When it was over, I cried. We were heard across Philadelphia. We showed how we were stronger as one. I am grateful to have a community that supports others. It was a life-changing experience that led me to become a better person. Black Lives will forever Matter, and I have a thousand people who can say the same thing. I want to incorporate that sense of community into my career path. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that's happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. I want to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. That is why I chose Architecture as my career path. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world. Article link: https://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2020/06/14/penn-wood-high-school-student-victoria-monroe-leads-black-lives-matter-protest-in-delaware-county/
Simple Studies Scholarship
Ever since I was a child I have always been in love with two things. The first is art. From the performing arts to digital art, I loved expressing myself in creative ways. It also helped me with my interpersonal skills and articulation of character at a very young age. The second, more rudimentary then the first, is LEGO. I have built things like mugs, windmills, trains, and town halls most from scratch. Constructing intricate designs allowed me to develop my problem solving skills, spatial awareness, and the materialization of ideas. Not only did art and construction help my social skills, but I am extremely passionate about both which is why I am interested in architecture as a field of study. It combines my love of design, creativity, urban planning, and construction; passions that have carried throughout my entire life. In college, I hope to develop these passions into formal skills that can aid me in achieving success through what I love.
Impact Scholarship for Black Students
Hello, my name is Victoria Monroe. I am a Black, Queer woman and I am indubitably terrified. That is a broad statement that anyone could resolve with, “You have nothing to be scared about.” The only contradictory problem is, I have every right to be afraid. I am too young. I am applying to one of the best schools in the nation at sixteen years old. I commonly hear that I have not experienced enough of life. Truthfully, that is partly accurate; I can not drink, I can drive only between the hours of 7 am and 11 pm with one passenger, and I still have to ask my parents permission to walk to the store around the corner from my house. To propel this idea even further, I am still mentally, emotionally, and physically growing and have much to learn and experience. I have doubts that I am prepared for life simply because I am still a child. I am too naive. I decided to apply to 3 out of 8 Ivy League schools without regarding the stress that soon came after. Then I applied to seven more universities. I see the good in everyone, which is a blessing and a curse. In a competitive environment and field, it could turn brutal. I have doubts that my unwary nature could cost me emotionally and mentally. I am too critical. I strive for perfection and to be the best. In group settings, I do well. However, I often take a leadership position to ensure success, though those statements are incontestably disparate. I put the maximum effort into everything I do, and that can be very overwhelming. The push to be perfect strains my mental health. I have doubts about myself because of my drive to be flawless by any means. Yes, I am petrified of what is to come. However, there is one haven where I can allow myself to be vulnerable and to grow. It is at my desk, sketching by candlelight. When my pen touches the paper, I have no worries. I have nothing to be scared of. That space is where I transform into the person I know I can be. I am not too young, but instead have a modern mind. I bring new and innovative ideas to the table and find ways to materialize those thoughts. I use the doubt of lacking some knowledge to explore concepts without bounds, with the freedom to metamorphose from knowing not what is, but what can be. I am not too naive, but ambitious. I face all of my problems head-on tactically. If there is no explicit way provided, I will make my own. Anything is possible, and we must ensure that statement stays true. I am not too critical, but committed and immovable. I will do whatever is in my jurisdiction to create the most satisfactory outcome for everyone. My drive will push me to provide the best solutions not only for myself but for the community. I am determined and will not stop until we achieve a mutual goal. Art truly brings out my best self. It allows me to be free and grow from my imperfections. However, a significant part of my growth comes from others. Helping my community and bringing it together brings me the same feeling that art does; it is something I cherish. That is why I chose Architecture as my career path. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that was happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. I want to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world.
Charles R. Ullman & Associates Educational Support Scholarship
“Use your feet to stand your ground, use your words to spark a revolution” Those were words I told my peers who were as tired as I was. My community needed their voices heard, and I did everything in my power to ensure it. During the summer, there was another tragic black death due to police ignorance. George Floyd, a 46-year-old father of five, was murdered. For eight minutes and 46 seconds, he called out to his mother in pain while his life was drained from his body. Derek Chauvin, sworn by the federal law to protect every citizen, murdered with little consequence. The tragedy woke up America. It broadcasted the pain Black Americans felt for over 400 years. We marched and screamed that we required change. Yet, the government only sees our skin two ways: a slave or a weapon. We were tormented by the people who gave us the right to protest. I saw my people risking their lives to ensure our future is the best. When George Floyd passed, I felt in my heart my community had to speak up and be a part of the movement. It started with an impulsive, explicit Instagram post resenting the justice system that doesn't believe my life matters. Then my friend said two words that set me off: “Do it.” I asked my peers what they wanted to see, hear, and how to represent us. I wanted to make sure it was not only my voice, but the whole community's. Then I contacted my local government officials. Surprisingly, the police department reached out to me before I could. The chief of police was devastated by George Floyd’s death and the suppression of black voices. He wanted to give me a police escort, and I agreed if he participated in the protest. He agreed. After, I created a flyer and sent it out. Over a thousand people marched 2 miles screaming “Black Lives Matter”. The local news station interviewed us about our experiences as activists and black people. At the end of the protest, I gave a speech demanding nationally police departments support Black lives and expose their comrades who devalue people of color. When it was over, I cried. We were heard across Philadelphia. We showed how we were stronger as one. I am grateful to have a community that supports others. It was a life-changing experience that led me to become a better person. Black Lives will forever Matter, and I have a thousand people who can say the same thing. I want to incorporate that sense of community into my career path. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that's happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. I want to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. That is why I chose Architecture as my career path. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world. Article link: https://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2020/06/14/penn-wood-high-school-student-victoria-monroe-leads-black-lives-matter-protest-in-delaware-county/
Joe Bonamassa Music Studies Scholarship
Music is a consequential part of my family and I. I come from a family of musicians. This art runs in my blood. My most fond memory of music is playing with my grandfather. Ever since I was born, he wanted me to be a musician with no exceptions. By the age of 4, he was teaching me the piano and to sing in his homemade studio down in the basement. Singing and playing “Twinkle Twinkle”, eating our favorite, Oreos, was the best part of my day. Eventually, I began to stop taking lessons; I was a busy student. However, I always find my way back to a pair of headphones or a guitar, back to music. I never realized how much it meant to me and how intricately it is embedded into my soul until he passed. That’s when, for the first time, I realized I subconsciously pursued his legacy because it felt like home. I went on to participate in my school’s bands. Firstly, I was in a Concert Band. I was 2nd clarinet 1st chair and Section Leader. I really enjoyed Concert Band because it forced me to focus on my technique not only for myself, but my section as well. It created the same sense of family my grandfather gave me. Then I was in a Jazz Band. I played electric guitar and percussion. I really liked Jazz Band because it allowed myself to feel free in the music and have fun with my friends while playing music. Jazz also runs deep in my family. Whenever there is a function, there would be music, either performed live or off an old CD no one remembers the name of. We didn’t need to, we felt it. Lastly, I was in Marching band. I was also 2nd clarinet 1st chair. I loved the marching band. I loved the feeling of marching to tell a story, rooting for our football team in the stands, and participating in parades. Unfortunately my grandfather passed before he could see me in the band. However, he supported my aunt fully when she, too, was in the band. Everytime she sees videos or watches me perform, I see the same light in her eyes as him. Through her, I see and feel all of the memories we had as a family. Music has been and always will be a big part of my life and sharing that experience with other people as well as access to an unlimited amount of emotion and memory is, and continues to be, phenomenal. That is why I am ensuring as many scholarships as I can, to ensure my family can live comfortably when I go to college, but live on our legacy in music.
"What Moves You" Scholarship
“Use your feet to stand your ground, use your words to spark a revolution” Those were words I told my peers who were as tired as I was. My community needed their voices heard, and I did everything in my power to ensure it. During the summer, there was another tragic black death due to police ignorance. George Floyd, a 46-year-old father of five, was murdered. For eight minutes and 46 seconds, he called out to his mother in pain while his life was drained from his body. Derek Chauvin, sworn by the federal law to protect every citizen, murdered with little consequence. The tragedy woke up America. It broadcasted the pain Black Americans felt for over 400 years. We marched and screamed that we required change. Yet, the government only sees our skin two ways: a slave or a weapon. We were tormented by the people who gave us the right to protest. I saw my people risking their lives to ensure our future is the best. When George Floyd passed, I felt in my heart my community had to speak up and be a part of the movement. It started with an impulsive, explicit Instagram post resenting the justice system that doesn't believe my life matters. Then my friend said two words that set me off: “Do it.” I asked my peers what they wanted to see, hear, and how to represent us. I wanted to make sure it was not only my voice, but the whole community's. Then I contacted my local government officials. Surprisingly, the police department reached out to me before I could. The chief of police was devastated by George Floyd’s death and the suppression of black voices. He wanted to give me a police escort, and I agreed if he participated in the protest. He agreed. After, I created a flyer and sent it out. Over a thousand people marched 2 miles screaming “Black Lives Matter”. The local news station interviewed us about our experiences as activists and black people. At the end of the protest, I gave a speech demanding nationally police departments support Black lives and expose their comrades who devalue people of color. When it was over, I cried. We were heard across Philadelphia. We showed how we were stronger as one. I am grateful to have a community that supports others. It was a life-changing experience that led me to become a better person. Black Lives will forever Matter, and I have a thousand people who can say the same thing. Article link: https://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2020/06/14/penn-wood-high-school-student-victoria-monroe-leads-black-lives-matter-protest-in-delaware-county/
BIPOC Educators Scholarship
I attained one of the most important life forces in humanity through education. That force is Hope. At 15, during my junior year, I took Advanced Placement Physics C: Mechanics without taking Calculus, the prerequisite. My teacher had doubts, but assured me if I put the effort in, he would work with me. He instilled hope and confidence that I would pass his class and excel. I had been previously traumatized by my private school English classes and doubted my abilities. The way I was previously neglected, isolated, and hopeless made future courses intimidating. My new teacher said, contrary to my belief, I was more than capable and had nothing to fear in Advanced Placement Language and Composition. She provided me with confidence that I could be exceptional. Ultimately, I earned a 4 from College Board on both exams. The promise of hope both teachers gave provided me strength to become greater than I was before. Their promise of hope inspired me to be a better person not only academically, but internally as well. It changed me, challenged me to thrive in every possible way. This summer, I organized a Black Lives Matter protest with one thousand people that was covered by several media outlets. My teachers even came to support. I wanted to continue to give back to my community, so I co-founded and joined several organizations that give youth a voice in their schools. That is why I would give everything to go to college to pursue my career goals. I turned the hope I found through education into a fuel to accomplish anything I put my mind to. Additionally, I'd like to teach at my local high school in Spanish studies. I want to pass down the hope that was given to me to inspire future interpreters, translators, international doctors, or even tour guides. Through education, I learned my strengths, my passions, my love for my community, my goals, and my future. Through education, I found what made me, Me.
Ella Henderson Dream Big Scholarship
Music is a consequential part of my family and I. I come from a family of musicians. This art runs in my blood. My most fond memory of music is playing with my grandfather. Ever since I was born, he wanted me to be a musician with no exceptions. By the age of 4, he was teaching me the piano and to sing in his homemade studio down in the basement. Singing and playing “Twinkle Twinkle”, eating our favorite, Oreos, was the best part of my day. Eventually, I began to stop taking lessons; I was a busy student. However, I always find my way back to a pair of headphones or a guitar, back to music. I never realized how much it meant to me and how intricately it is embedded into my soul until he passed. That’s when, for the first time, I realized I subconsciously pursued his legacy because it felt like home. I went on to participate in my school’s bands. Firstly, I was in a Concert Band. I was 2nd clarinet 1st chair and Section Leader. I really enjoyed Concert Band because it forced me to focus on my technique not only for myself, but my section as well. It created the same sense of family my grandfather gave me. Then I was in a Jazz Band. I played electric guitar and percussion. I really liked Jazz Band because it allowed myself to feel free in the music and have fun with my friends while playing music. Jazz also runs deep in my family. Whenever there is a function, there would be music, either performed live or off an old CD no one remembers the name of. We didn’t need to, we felt it. Lastly, I was in Marching band. I was also 2nd clarinet 1st chair. I loved the marching band. I loved the feeling of marching to tell a story, rooting for our football team in the stands, and participating in parades. Unfortunately my grandfather passed before he could see me in the band. However, he supported my aunt fully when she, too, was in the band. Everytime she sees videos or watches me perform, I see the same light in her eyes as him. Through her, I see and feel all of the memories we had as a family. Music has been and always will be a big part of my life and sharing that experience with other people as well as access to an unlimited amount of emotion and memory is, and continues to be, phenomenal.
Undiscovered Brilliance Scholarship for African-Americans
Hello, my name is Victoria Monroe. I am a Black, LGBTQIA woman and I am indubitably terrified. That is a broad statement that anyone could resolve with, “You have nothing to be scared about.” The only contradictory problem is, I have every right to be afraid. I am too young. I am applying to one of the best schools in the nation at sixteen years old. I commonly hear that I have not experienced enough of life. Truthfully, that is partly accurate; I can not drink, I can drive only between the hours of 7 am and 11 pm with one passenger, and I still have to ask my parents permission to walk to the store around the corner from my house. To propel this idea even further, I am still mentally, emotionally, and physically growing and have much to learn and experience. I have doubts that I am prepared for life simply because I am still a child. I am too naive. I decided to apply to 3 out of 8 Ivy League schools without regarding the stress that soon came after. Then I applied to seven more universities. I see the good in everyone, which is a blessing and a curse. In a competitive environment and field, it could turn brutal. I have doubts that my unwary nature could cost me emotionally and mentally. I am too critical. I strive for perfection and to be the best. In group settings, I do well. However, I often take a leadership position to ensure success, though those statements are incontestably disparate. I put the maximum effort into everything I do, and that can be very overwhelming. The push to be perfect strains my mental health. I have doubts about myself because of my drive to be flawless by any means. Yes, I am petrified of what is to come. However, there is one haven where I can allow myself to be vulnerable and to grow. It is at my desk, sketching by candlelight. When my pen touches the paper, I have no worries. I have nothing to be scared of. That space is where I transform into the person I know I can be. I am not too young, but instead have a modern mind. I bring new and innovative ideas to the table and find ways to materialize those thoughts. I use the doubt of lacking some knowledge to explore concepts without bounds, with the freedom to metamorphose from knowing not what is, but what can be. I am not too naive, but ambitious. I face all of my problems head-on tactically. If there is no explicit way provided, I will make my own. Anything is possible, and we must ensure that statement stays true. I am not too critical, but committed and immovable. I will do whatever is in my jurisdiction to create the most satisfactory outcome for everyone. My drive will push me to provide the best solutions not only for myself but for the community. I am determined and will not stop until we achieve a mutual goal. Art truly brings out my best self. It allows me to be free and grow from my imperfections. However, a significant part of my growth comes from others. Helping my community and bringing it together brings me the same feeling that art does; it is something I cherish. That is why I chose Architecture as my career path. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that was happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. I want to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world. I’m scared, but that is not going to deter me from my vision and passion.
Future Black Leaders Scholarship
I regularly volunteer at a local daycare when they are unexpectedly understaffed, help prepare for local school events, specifically our annual Code-A-Thon, and give food and toiletries to those in need during food drives. However, with the civil unrest constantly escalating, I push to do more for my community. This includes cleaning local shopping centers after the riots, hosting several voter registration drives, and bringing the community together in multiple peaceful demonstrations to highlight we are not alone and we need to stand together and do what is right. In addition to my volunteering, I am a student athlete, playing volleyball, softball, and basketball, a musician, playing the guitar and clarinet, a part of 3 national honors societies, a thespian, a tutor, and more. I am a very busy student, to say the least. Fortunately, my parents support my busyness one hundred percent. Additionally, my family lives in a middle-class neighborhood. I had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities that my family had to sacrifice for. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that was happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. That is why I would like to study Architecture and own my own firm in the future. I would like to do whatever I can to say thank you for all they have done. Right now, that means obtaining good study habits, being safe, being happy, and having money for college so they don’t have to worry about anything while I am gone. With my love of art and construction (due to my childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO), I know I can build my community back up the way it did to me, especially my parents. For them, it is the absolute last thing I can do, try my hardest to be the best I can be so they can comfortably let me go.
Rosemarie STEM Scholarship
Ever since I was a child I have always been in love with two things. The first is art. From the performing arts to digital art, I loved expressing myself in creative ways. It also helped me with my interpersonal skills and articulation of character at a very young age. The second, more rudimentary then the first, is LEGO. I have built things like mugs, windmills, trains, and town halls most from scratch. Constructing intricate designs allowed me to develop my problem solving skills, spatial awareness, and the materialization of ideas. Not only did art and construction help my social skills, but I am extremely passionate about both which is why I am interested in architecture as a field of study. Whenever I reflect on myself, it always results back to Architecture. It combines my love of design, creativity, urban planning, and construction, passions that have carried throughout my entire life. Art and construction truly bring out my best self. It allows me to be free, grow from my imperfections, and feel at home. However, a significant part of my growth also comes from others. Helping my community and bringing it together brings me the same feeling that art does; it is something I cherish. Architecture also contributes to this passion. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood and had to attend school outside of my district to maximize my academic opportunities. However, I transferred to my local high school and realized everything that was happening right in front of my face that I didn’t see. Severely underfunded schools, abandoned buildings, gentrification, lack of sustainable resources, I saw it all. After verily living in my community, I knew I had to come back. After college, I want the start my own architecture firm to give back to the community that gave me so much in the last three and a half years of my life. With my love of art and construction (due to childhood consisting of an abundance of LEGO as previously mentioned), I knew I could build my community back up the way it did to me. That is why I am ambitious, determined, and innovative. I want to make an impact on my community and even the world.
Jaki Nelson LGBTQ+ Music Education Scholarship
Music plays a consequential role in my family and I. It connects us and does unlimited memories. I come from a family of musicians, so this art runs in our blood. My most fond memory of music is playing with my grandfather. Ever since I was born, he wanted me to be a musician with no exceptions. By the age of 4, he was teaching me the piano and to sing in his homemade studio down in the basement. Singing and playing “Twinkle Twinkle”, eating our favorite, Oreos, was the best part of my day. Eventually, I began to stop taking lessons; I was a busy student. However, I always find my way back to a pair of headphones or a guitar, back to music. I never realized how much it meant to me and how intricately it is embedded into my soul until he passed. That’s when, for the first time, I realized I subconsciously pursued his legacy because it felt like home. I went on to participate in my school’s bands. Firstly, I was in a Concert Band. I was 2nd clarinet 1st chair and Section Leader. I really enjoyed Concert Band because it forced me to focus on my technique not only for myself, but my section as well. It created the same sense of family my grandfather gave me. Then I was in a Jazz Band. I played electric guitar and percussion. I really liked Jazz Band because it allowed myself to feel free in the music and have fun with my friends while playing music. Jazz also runs deep in my family. Whenever there is a function, there would be music, either performed live or off an old CD no one remembers the name of. We didn’t need to, we felt it. Lastly, I was in Marching band. I was also 2nd clarinet 1st chair. I loved the marching band. I loved the feeling of marching to tell a story, rooting for our football team in the stands, and participating in parades. Unfortunately my grandfather passed before he could see me in the band. However, he supported my aunt fully when she, too, was in the band. Everytime she sees videos or watches me perform, I see the same light in her eyes as him. Through her, I see and feel all of the memories we had as a family. Music has been and always will be a big part of my life and sharing that experience with other people as well as access to an unlimited amount of emotion and memory is, and continues to be, phenomenal.
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