I aim to share the transformative power of music with those who need it most through music therapy and private vocal lessons, to raise the next generation of musicians. As I continue my musical journey into college, I will forever cherish my musical experiences. Every opportunity I have had to sing is a blessing. With this, I am certain of the kind of educator I aspire to be. I want to be a mixture of our 2024 TMEA All-State Large School Mixed Choir clinician, Michael Barrett, and my private vocal coach, Sarah Rosenzweig. Michael Barrett's personality lit up a room, and his encouraging words led me to pursue music as a career. However, my vocal coach, Sarah Rosenzweig, truly shaped my understanding of music. She offered me lessons at an affordable price when no one else would, coached me nonstop, believed in me, saw me break down, and helped me build back up. These educators' profound impact on me inspires me to instill the same support in my future students or clients. My goal is to create a warm, accepting, and encouraging environment in music therapy. Those seeking this therapy are often the ones who need it most, whether for psychiatric, physical, or neurological reasons. I want my clients to experience healing through music, just like that anxious sophomore sitting in that chair. Everyone deserves to experience music through song and community, and I am dedicated to making this a reality. In lessons, I want my students never to doubt that they are undeserving of accomplishments or improvement. I am committed to making music education accessible and impactful. I want to teach the upcoming generation of aspiring musicians that I can see a piece of myself in and make it affordable. I aim to bring accredited, private, and affordable education to my small town that lacks that opportunity, just as my vocal coach has done for me. Music has helped me figure out my future and who I aspire to be. Becoming a music educator and therapist means continuing a legacy, one started by those who believed in me, and one I now feel called to pass on. I don't just want to teach music; I want to help students discover who they are through it. Music isn't just about performance; it's about connection, courage, and finding your voice in a noisy world. And if I can help even one person realize that their voice matters, I will have done more than teach. I will have made music live on in someone else.

Growing up was a battleground of self-criticism and cultural expectations that challenged my sense of identity. Every action was dissected, and every mistake cut deep. The pressure of my culture's demand that, as the eldest daughter, I succeed, provide, and uphold traditions was relentless. I felt trapped between my upbringing and my roots. I was born in America and grew up learning English rather than Spanish, which further distanced me from my heritage. In many Mexican households, there is a deep sense of duty to customs and assigned roles. Failure was not an option. Asserting oneself or standing out is seen as self-centered. So I stayed quiet, agreeable, invisible, even when my heart fluttered for a different dream. I masked my uncertainty, knowing it was often my duty to act. Music, a cornerstone of Mexican culture, became my salvation and a tool to overcome cultural pressures. It provided a voice when I felt voiceless, a way to release frustrations I could not express. Every note I sang carried pieces of myself I could not outwardly share, transforming anxieties into something beautiful. The voices in Mexico flutter like vibrant butterflies, each delicate yet fierce, carrying stories of passion and strength. I may not have been able to connect to my roots through language, but I could embody my struggles through music, or "mi regalo de Dios." Being a first-generation Mexican American, and the pressure to pursue a different career path weighed heavily on me. Though it was never where my heart fluttered, it felt necessary to follow a path my family had never walked before. I thought sacrificing my ambitions to meet these expectations was essential. Yet, my passion for music never faltered. I practiced relentlessly, channeling feelings of seclusion into my music. Making the TMEA All-State Choir in my sophomore year sparked a flicker of pride, an awakening outside my self-restricting cocoon. Choir is special because we use words to articulate feelings. Singing together creates a connection that cannot be replicated. Music has become my release from the pressures I carry. It pushed me to step outside my comfort zone and to exist boldly. Now, I admire my journey and the resilience it has fostered. Sharing this story aims to inspire others to find strength in their cultural identities and personal growth.

Despite their fleeting lifespan, every detail of their wings symbolizes their journey, the beauty of their beginnings, and the courage it takes to grow. Butterflies have always been my biggest fear, reminding me of changes I wasn't ready for. Mariposas are a staple of Mexico, a beautiful reminder of my culture, roots, and struggles. Yet, I felt stuck. I was born in America and grew up learning English instead of Spanish, confining me to my English roots, distancing me further. In many Mexican households, there is a deep sense of duty to customs and assigned roles. Failure was not an option. Asserting oneself or standing out is considered self-centered or rebellious. So I stayed quiet, agreeable, invisible. I masked my uncertainty, knowing it was often my duty to act.  Music, a cornerstone of Mexican culture, became my salvation. It provided a voice when I felt voiceless, a way to release the frustrations that I could not express. Every note I sang carried pieces of myself I could not outwardly share, transforming my anxieties into something beautiful. These voices in Mexico flutter like vibrant butterflies, each delicate yet fierce, carrying stories of passion and strength. Just as a butterfly transforms in silence before taking flight, these voices rise from quiet struggles, displaying emotion and fearless expression. I may not have been able to connect to my roots through language, but I could embody my own struggles through music, or “mi regalo de Dios.” Moreover, the weight of being a first-generation Mexican American pressured me to pursue a different career. Though it was never where my heart fluttered, attempting a path my family had never walked before felt necessary. And like my ancestors, it felt essential to sacrifice my ambitions. Yet, my passion for music never faltered. I practiced relentlessly and purposefully, placing my feelings of seclusion into my music. Eventually, in my sophomore year, I made the TMEA All-State Choir. As my name was announced, memories of self-doubt rose within me, but for the first time, I felt a flicker of pride a step outside my self-restricting cocoon, a feeling I never imagined music could bring. At the 2024 TMEA Convention, I experienced another transformation. Singing alongside the largest and most beautiful choir I had ever heard, I was surrounded by voices as passionate as my own. At first, I questioned whether I belonged. Later, a fellow student I had never met said before our performance, "I have not met most of you, but this is the best choir I have ever sung in." Their words broke me open. I cried, not from doubt this time, but from belonging. That is when I knew my life would be incomplete without music; my struggles and expectations seemed to disappear. Choir is special because we use words to articulate what we feel or want to communicate. Singing together creates a connection that cannot be replicated. That concert changed everything. I now hope to dedicate myself fully to music, carrying my newfound confidence. Music has become my release from the pressures I carry in my culture and myself. It pushed me to step outside my comfort zone, to speak, to exist boldly. I want to imprint this growth onto other students, wether young or old, everyone deserves to experience the healing powers of music. Never confining them, never expecting perfection, and never isolating them, just encouraging them to let them open their wings, and fly. Now, I don't cower from butterflies; I admire their journey.

All my life, I've carried a heavy burden, a relentless struggle between my mind and body. This conflict often left me breathless, unable to concentrate, and the feeling of disconnect. Whenever I tried to engage with those around me, I felt a barrier that pushed me away, adding to an already overwhelming sense of isolation. This internal battle took a significant toll on my academics. I stared blankly at my computer and papers scattered around my desktop, unable to concentrate and frequently experiencing memory lapses that left me frustrated and defeated. I was always told it's "only in your mind," but I knew it was much more than a simple "get over it." For a long time, I kept these struggles to myself, trying to conceal them behind a façade of normalcy. I told myself I could overcome this if I tried harder or focused more. However, this year I hit rock bottom, leading to my diagnosis of severe anxiety and social anxiety. It was a pivotal moment; I finally had a name for the struggles I had endured for so long. Understanding what I was dealing with was the first step toward healing. Since my diagnosis, I've actively sought therapy and other means of coping. Part of my journey involved experimenting with various medications until I found one that effectively alleviated my constant worry. There were moments of intense struggle, primarily as I dealt with trichotillomania. However, through therapy and medication, I learned to manage these challenges, prioritizing my well-being and establishing healthy routines. While normal to others, every step was considered a milestone; I began to regain my life. I am still on this journey, but each day brings new resilience and self-awareness. I dedicate time to self-care practices like mindfulness, reading, and device detoxification, which have become a method for balance. I am actively learning to navigate the complexities of my mental health while balancing academics and extracurricular activities. The fear that once suffocated me reminds me of my strength and determination. Although anxiety has been a significant struggle in my life, I no longer see it as a limitation; I now view it as a form of growth. In confronting my fears, I have gained determination, patience, and a new perspective on life. I understand the longing to feel "normal, "now realizing that normalcy is subjective; it varies for each individual. I no longer compare my growth to others and see steps not as falling behind or failure, but as different paths academically and socially. As I continue on this journey, I am learning that it's possible to transform the path of recovery with grace and strength. Each step forward, no matter how small, is a testament to resilience. I have learned to embrace the complexity of my emotions, knowing that they contribute to my unique narrative. It might be a long road, but with determination and the belief that I can find myself again.

I remember opening my first piano on Christmas morning. Overjoyed, I tore through the paper, admiring the piano I had been begging for months. I pictured teh future practice sessions I would have until I achieved perfection. Then I blurted out the forbidden question, "How much was it?" My parents, of course, did not tell me, but I later looked at Amazon, which cost a pretty penny. Still, I loved my piano despite its flimsy structure and unweighted keys; it was one step closer to pursuing a music career. I may not be aiming for a typical, well-paying career, and despite my scholarship profile, none of my Majors of Interest expresses or displays what I am setting out to do. My "Major of Interest" is music therapy, possibly at one of the few universities in Texas that offer a music therapy major in hopes to carry my passion for music to a career in Neurological therapy and make a vocal lesson business in teh near future. This scholarship money would aid me in the expenses of a music major and alleviate financial burdens from my family. Once I complete a Master's of Music Therapy, I intend to further my career as a Neurological music therapist by becoming Music Therapy Board Certified and receiving additional training through the Academy of Neurologic Music Therapy. However, before this happens, I must be financially supported through my Music Therapy major. This scholarship would be instrumental in helping me purchase the expensive instruments required for my major, such as piano, percussion instruments, and guitar, as well as the necessary accessories like cases and cleaning services. These purchases are not just for my personal use but also necessary for a prosperous future, most of which I would utilize in my career. I would greatly appreciate any money I receive, which will go not only towards college necessities but primarily to musical supplies I need to excel in my studies and future career. After completing all the steps, I plan to help others in need through music. As an individual who suffers from crippling anxiety, I know the feeling of hopelessness, not knowing what is wrong, how to deal with it, and why prescriptions are not working. This personal struggle has fueled my passion for music therapy. I want to ensure my patients never experience how I have felt for years. I want to provide quality care with instruments and tools catered towards each patient and ensure success in recovery or improvement. I want my patients to be welcomed by my presence and never feel alone or abnormal. Music is such a powerful tool for the brain, and it has been proven to leverage the brain's natural response to music impairments caused by neurological conditions. It utilizes standardized, research-based techniques incorporating rhythm, melody, and harmony to stimulate and reorganize neural pathways. The power of music is undeniable and is precisely why I want to share this passion with others, but it requires expensive materials. On the other hand, I plan to become a multi-career woman by opening my own business for musical lessons. As a music therapy major, I would be treated as a performance major and receive all the knowledge necessary to provide music lessons. I hope to give reliable and knowledgeable music to the next generation of aspiring musicians. I want this part of my life to be more casual, allowing students to come to me for help with anything from rhythm to TMEA music. I plan to provide affordable lessons to musicians who may not be able to afford a renowned music instructor, similar to my story. I was fortunate to encounter a vocal coach who put all her time into my success despite her musical retirement; additionally, she understands schedules and, most importantly, cost. She may not be a well-known vocal coach, but thanks to her, she has helped me discover and grow my passion and has aided me in my success. I aspire to be a similar instructor to her, flexible, welcoming, understanding, and not costly. I never want someone's growth to be decided by cost, just as it has been for me, so I will offer scholarships depending on need and will. Additionally, my business would focus on voice and instruments that I learn in university. I have big dreams of helping others, and it would be great to gain support for instruments for my practice and growth so I may share them with others. This business will provide affordable music lessons and create a supportive community for aspiring musicians, fostering diversity in musical expression and helping individuals find their voice. In conclusion, my ambition to share music transcends beyond high school; it is a calling I deeply feel in my heart. Music is not just a form of expression for me; it is a powerful tool that can foster connection, healing, and understanding. Through my journey, I aspire to create a welcoming environment where individuals feel comfortable seeking guidance in their musical pursuits, whether they are looking for treatment or wanting to learn. I envision a space where music serves as a remedy for those facing challenges, allowing them to express their emotions and find comfort in melodies and rhythms. The transformative power of music is awe-inspiring, and I am committed to sharing this inspiration with others. My desire to help others is deeply rooted in my experiences with music as a therapeutic outlet. I have witnessed its profound impact on mental and emotional well-being. Whether someone is grappling with personal issues or seeking to explore their creative side, my goal is to be a steadfast presence in their journey. I aspire to be more than just a teacher; I want to be a confidant and a supporter—someone who understands and believes in the transformative power of music. Music can heal, inspire, and unite people, and I am committed to sharing this power with others. Additionally, as I venture beyond high school, I aim to create a community that embraces diversity in musical expression. Everyone has a unique story to tell through music; my mission is to help them find their voice. I want support with my major dreams, especially alleviating the cost of musical instruments and college life. My future may not be typical, but it's what my heart is saving me to do, and passion should come over profit. I believe that by creating a supportive community, we can all find value and inclusion in our shared love for music. I have no regrets about asking my parents for such an expensive gift. The cost is a small price to pursue my passion and ambitions. I am deeply grateful for the potential support that could alleviate my family's financial burden and allow me to fully dedicate myself to my future in music. Your support would not only be a financial contribution but also a vote of confidence in my abilities and aspirations, for which I am truly thankful.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar Change, while often daunting, is also an invitation to grow. It's a transformative force that can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary. Every community experiences change, whether it's the emergence of new structures or shifts in societal norms. Embracing these changes is not a sign of weakness, but a testament to our growth and resiliency. And in the end, these changes can lead to something extraordinary. This is a valuable lesson from a seemingly simple children's book, and a similar lesson I learned growing up in my rural community. I have come to understand that change is not to be feared, but to be embraced, for it is the catalyst for our personal and collective growth. Growing up, I was quite the opposite of who I currently am; I was intrigued and dedicated to soccer and disinterested in school, just free and unbothered. However, as I got older, I became more interested in the arts, especially the singing. I joined the theatre and choir, and have dedicated my days to it since. I am still in choir and theatre, and even became choir president.I enjoy singing, playing the piano, reading, and indulging in video games. While these hobbies may seem common, I strive for excellence in everything I do. As a Mexican-American girl, I've faced higher expectations throughout my life, and I aspire to create positive change. However, my school does not prioritize the arts as much as other academic areas. This realization has propelled me to make it my goal to bring my talents back home, nurturing an environment where kids can flourish in a supportive community. As choir president, I focus on funding and creating a welcoming space for choir students, and I am determined to raise visibility and resources for the arts. I want to make a long-lasting change within a program I adore and call my family. This dedication has also carried into my arts and education. I have worked hard to achieve my goals in the choir and have been in the TMEA All-State Mixed Choir twice as a soprano 2. In my education, I am in the top 2% of my class and have a 102.998. I have always prioritized my studies because, as a first-generation student, I want to change the pattern, to create a new standard. My journey has not been without obstacles. Anxiety, a prevalent mental health challenge, has cast a shadow over my life. I've sought help through medication and therapy, but the journey toward managing and coping with my anxiety is ongoing. It's a battle I face daily, and while I may not emerge victorious, I draw strength from the support of those around me. Which is why I emphasize the importance of mentorship within my school and community, being in multiple leadership roles in my school, and taking initiative in my community, because I know someone is desperate for someone to support them, just as I once was. I hope to change people's lives, just as others have done for me. Change can be intimidating; however, it is always for the better. It's a force that can lead to something extraordinary if we embrace it. "The Very Hungry Caterpillar", a timeless children's book, has taught us this valuable lesson that many of us have forgotten. It is vital to remember that change is a natural and positive part of life, even if it involves discomfort. A didactic lesson that I hope to bring to my family, school, and community by sharing my willingness to bring change, because these changes may lead to something extraordinary.

Romance—what even is that? Let's be real; they will be an annoying obstacle. I'm determined to focus on my ambitions. Have you seen the kids at my school? Just no. Gen Z, individualistic and socially aware, is just trying to survive the world. And as you can see, that exact phrase has been said at least once yearly by yours truly. I am just a Gen Z girl trying to survive the dating scene by not getting involved in the first place. And every time I have stated this phrase, it is always met with my mother saying, "That is what you say right now." Unfortunately, a specific insistence led to an unforgettable story in which I will never live down, like EVER. One sunny day, while my mom and I were arguing about my reluctance to date, I blurted out, "I think my time is over." She erupted in laughter and asked why I felt that way. I explained that as a sophomore, I hadn't had a single boyfriend or even a talking stage, while most friends had already had romantic experiences. My mom chuckled and reminded me that life is unpredictable. However, this conversation did not end there. My mom shared my statement with relatives, and soon, half the town knew, making jokes at my expense for being naive.. Years later, I cannot live my words down and don't think I ever will. As of writing this, I am an incoming senior, and my dating situation is still as dry as ever. But maybe this reflects my generation — individualistic, socially aware, and perhaps just a bit too wary of romance.