Growing up, I always had the youngest mother out of the group. I suppose people felt that her being young would hinder building a capable foundation for a strong mentality and pleasing personality. People assumed that her youthfulness would make her my friend, therefore, clouding her judgment as a parent. They were wrong. At age sixteen, Calmesha Mcglown, my mom, gave birth to me. She did not have much help, and with my dad not claiming me, I seemingly only added to life's stress. She loved me, cared for me, and there was nothing that I wanted and did not get. I was spoiled and not just materialistically; my mom gave me life and was truthful about all that came with it. The only thing people guessed right was that my mom would be my friend. That did not cloud her judgment; it instead made it very clear to her that she had to be the one that showed me it all before life could. My mom talked to me about the good, the bad, and my favorite, the ugly. Many may question why I choose ugly as something positive, and I can say proudly that the ugly is what built my mom. She is courageous, intelligent, beautiful, and ambitious. Nothing was handed to her, but if she wanted it, she worked hard to get it. I have seen my mom cry, looking for a way when there seemed not to be one. I've seen her pray countless times, begging God to help her be the best for me. Honestly, this is all hindsight revelation. I never knew my mom struggled financially throughout my younger years until recently. In my opinion, this alone speaks to the quality of her parenting. I now realize I had a front-row seat to her tribulation and growth. Seeing her fight has always been my fuel and has helped me press hard towards everything I desire. I continue to learn a lot about myself, and my mom, with no surprise, continues to be there through each barrier. I am not a parent, but as I have lived within one, a teen one at that, and have been blessed with a great mentality with accomplishments that people ten times my age have yet to achieve, I can say that nothing feels better than seeing what you have built flourish. My mom tells me that I helped create her. My mom fails to acknowledge that she did more than create me; she installed the truth, God, and the highest level of ambition in me. My mom has made sure that I was aware of my emotions and what was happening around me. The impact of my mom insisting that I understand myself, specifically, my feelings and the whys behind them, has become an integral part of my being. Most importantly, it has given me a different eye through which I relate to and view my peers. This insight has birthed within me a bit of fascination with adolescents' feelings. With that, I have set out a goal to be a clinical psychologist for adolescents. To achieve this goal, I have surrounded myself with my peers. Listening to their daily stories and offering advice when I can. I have written five books, and with only one successfully being published, I managed to highlight adolescent problems while providing a solution. My mom's dedication and hard work has influenced me greatly, and knowing that there is so much power in knowledge, I want nothing more than to make my mom proud and conquer my goals through college.

My whole life, I have wanted to help the youth. It was apparent to me that we go through a lot that gets undermined or belittled. I set out on a journey to change this! I Grew up with my grandparents and a hustling teen mom, which paved the way for my mental growth. My mom made sure I read and did all necessary work to build up my book smarts, and my grandad sat me down at the dinner table and talked to me for hours about life, decisions, and lack of understanding; building my street smarts. I was maybe ten when I had heard about psychologists, and after several questions, I was intrigued by what one person could achieve by just talking with someone about their emotions and life. I googled best schools and facts to know about psychologists non-stop, I was determined to get there, and seven years later, I'm still going for it. While growing up, my grandad installed the fear of being emotionally impaired. He stated that if I did not know the who, what, where, and why of a situation, I should then be terrified because that meant I did not have control over it, but the problem instead had all the power over me. I took this knowledge with me everywhere, and I stretched it past everyday situations and applied it to my thoughts and feelings. The epiphany I had when doing this made me even more dedicated to understanding emotions within adolescents. The most prominent hardship I have ever had to overcome was within. Accepting that I was enough and doing more than enough to succeed was hard for me to get when my grades did not add up to work my ethic or when my plans failed; it seemingly made my goals look even farther than before. I have since grown from this burden because I know that consistency and hard work can take me to places that I can only imagine right now. To reach my goal of becoming a clinical psychologists for adolescents, I have surrounded myself with my peers. Listening to their daily stories and offering advice when I can. I have written five books, and with only one successfully being published, I managed to highlight adolescent problems while providing a solution. Now in my upcoming senior year, I plan to publish more books and reach out to more teens to increase my knowledge. The immediate goal is to get accepted into a Historically Black college or Univesity, where I will study psychology and become one of the nation's best adolescent psychologists. I plan to reach financial freedom with these goals by simply doing what I love, with hopefully the help of scholarships to help fund it. Doing what I love alone gives me the freedom of peace and to do it at no greater cost than hard work is a dream that I can only imagine right now.

Growing up, I always had the youngest mother out of the group. People thought that her being young would hinder building a capable foundation for a strong mentality and pleasing personality. People assumed that her youngness would make her my friend, therefore, clouding her judgment as a parent. They were wrong. At age sixteen, Calmesha Mcglown, my mom, gave birth to me. She did not have much help, and with my dad not claiming me, I seemingly only added to life's stress. She loved me, cared for me, and there was nothing that I wanted and did not get. I was spoiled and not just materialistically; my mom gave me life and was truthful about all that came with it. The only thing people guessed right was that my mom would be my friend. That did not cloud her judgment; it instead made it very clear to her that she had to be the one that showed me it all before life could. My mom talked to me about the good, the bad, and my favorite, the ugly. Many may question why I choose ugly as something positive, and I can say proudly that the ugly is what built my mom. She is courageous, intelligent, beautiful, and ambitious. Nothing was handed to her, but if she wanted it, she worked hard to get it. I had seen my mom cry, looking for a way when there seemed not to be one. I've seen her pray countless times, begging God to help her be the best for me and to grow up with that and not honestly know the longevity of our situation until I was older speaks for her parenting alone. Seeing her fight has always been my fuel and has helped me want to get everything I was destined for by any means necessary, and my mom, with no surprise, has been there through each barrier. I am not a parent, but as I have lived within one, a teen one at that, and have been blessed with a great mentality with accomplishments that people ten times my age have yet to achieve, I can say that nothing feels better than seeing what you have built flourish. My mom tells me that I helped create her. My mom fails to acknowledge that she did more than create me; she installed the truth, God, and the highest level of ambition in me. My mom has made sure that I was aware of my emotions and what was going on with me with age. The epiphany of understanding myself has stuck with me and has created a bit of fascination with adolescents' feelings. With that, I have set out a goal to be a clinical psychologist for adolescents. To achieve this goal, I have surrounded myself with my peers. Listening to their daily stories and offering advice when I can. I have written five books, and with only one successfully being published, I managed to highlight adolescent problems while providing a solution. This scholarship can help me achieve this goal by financing my college years, and this alone will help release the tension of having the potential to succeed without the resources to do it.

" love what you have before life teaches you to love what you lost," this quote motivates me the most because the people who built the foundation of love for me are no longer here. It took them dying to understand that I need to appreciate what I have while working to have more. I've used this to pursue my dreams by allowing it to be my drive. I no longer complain about minor and irrelevant things; instead, I thank God for the gift of waking up to experience those things. With age, many things that I once stressed about seem to get littler and littler. Now, at the peak of my senior year and the outbreak of covid, I've become aware that the very thing that has held me together was my family and the relationship that I built with myself, all of which I seemingly took for granted up until it felt like I no longer had it. My biggest dreams go beyond the typical. I do not only want money, fame, and success cause I genuinely believe that with hard work that comes. I instead wish to find love that reciprocates and happiness that's never-ending, and I think that if I accept that I have a form that now, then I can build it within my life outside of what I already have. I choose my motivation to be the baggage that I once felt was holding me down, and that same baggage will be the one that pushes me to pursue my goals.

" love what you have before life teaches you to love what you lost," this quote motivates me the most because the people who built the foundation of love for me are no longer here. It took them dying to understand that I need to appreciate what I have while working to have more. I've used this to pursue my dreams by allowing it to be my drive. I no longer complain about minor and irrelevant things; instead, I thank God for the gift of waking up to experience those things. With age, many things that I once stressed about seem to get littler and littler. Now, at the peak of my senior year and the outbreak of covid, I've become aware that the very thing that has held me together was my family and the relationship that I built with myself, all of which I seemingly took for granted up until it felt like I no longer had it. My biggest dreams go beyond the typical. I do not only want money, fame, and success cause I genuinely believe that with hard work that comes. I instead wish to find love that reciprocates and happiness that's never-ending, and I think that if I accept that I have a form that now, then I can build it within my life outside of what I already have. I choose my motivation to be the baggage that I once felt was holding me down, and that same baggage will be the one that pushes me to pursue my goals.

My whole life, I have wanted to help the youth. It was apparent to me that we go through a lot that gets undermined or belittled. I set out on a journey to change this! I Grew up with my grandparents and a hustling teen mom, which paved the way for my mental growth. My mom made sure I read and did all necessary work building up my book smarts, and my grandad sat me down at the dinner table and talked to me for hours about life, decisions, and lack of understanding; building my street smarts. I was maybe ten when I had heard about psychologists, and after several questions, I was intrigued by what one person could achieve by just talking with someone about their emotions and life. I googled best schools and facts to know about psychologists non-stop, I was determined to get here, and seven years later, I'm still going for it. While growing up, my grandad installed the fear of being emotionally impaired. He stated that if I did not know the who, what, where, and why of a situation, I should then be terrified because that meant I did not have control over it, but the problem instead had all the power over me. I took this knowledge with me everywhere, and I stretched it past everyday situations and applied it to my thoughts and feelings. The epiphany I had when doing this made me even more dedicated to understanding emotions within adolescents. The most prominent hardship I have ever had to overcome was within. Accepting that I was enough and doing more than enough to succeed was hard for me to get when my grades did not add up to work my ethic or when my plan failed; it seemingly made my goals look even farther than before. I have since grown from this burden because I know that consistency and hard work can take me to places that I can only imagine right now. To reach my goal of becoming a clinical scientist for adolescents, I have surrounded myself with my peers. Listening to their daily stories and offering advice when I can. I have written five books, and with only one successfully being published, I managed to highlight adolescent problems while providing a solution. Now in my upcoming senior year, I plan to publish more books and reach out to more teens to increase my knowledge. The immediate goal is to get accepted into a Historically Black college or Univesity, where I will study psychology and become one of the nation's best adolescent psychologists.