My passions in life include softball and helping people. Helping people or giving back to your community can be done and seen in various ways. I am choosing to pursue a career in teaching as a form of giving back to my community. Teaching means giving your life to ensure others live the best version of theirs. Inspired by countless teachers who taught me that a grade does not define me, I plan to continue their legacy—guiding students to achieve their fullest potential to succeed in a field that suits them most. Teaching, to me, involves setting a tone in an entire community. Teaching people that they are seen, and their ambitions are essential. Laying the structure for a growth mindset. As a teacher, I believe in instilling a community service mindset into all. How do you plan to make today better for someone else? My softball career drove me to Durango, Colorado—home to many underserved Native American Communities. Teaching on a reservation is an ambition I wish to pursue. Serving a community’s younger generation, who are so often overlooked. Giving back to a group of people in which much was taken from. To get to Durango and play softball at a D2 level, I sacrificed my childhood. As dramatic of a statement as that may seem, I began playing softball at the age of 4. At the age of 10, I began my competitive career and dedicated all of my time to softball. Every weekend from March until late July is spent traveling and competing in tournaments. On weekdays, I drive an hour or more to various practice facilities and fields. The time spent driving does not bother me, however, I can’t remember the last time I sat down and ate dinner with my family. I have not had a birthday party since I was eight years old, as my birthday occurs on a day that we play each year. Of course, I didn’t live your typical teenage life, to maintain my grades I spent my spare time studying. Despite all these things, my first true love will always be softball. A sport that led me to my passion and led me to the most ideal and beautiful location to help people. I also figure that if my greatest worry in life is how long my drive is to a softball, I’m living a pretty fantastic life. I am so grateful for my life and the path that softball has paved for me. My time playing softball at Arvada West High School exemplified the importance of community service and steered me toward one of my future careers. My coaches, who chose to serve the softball community, opened the door for me to play in college. My plans after high school involve coaching. I want to give back to the community that has taught me many lessons and blessed me with great opportunities. Coaching means instilling confidence in young girls, helping them find an identity in something larger than themselves, and giving young women a love for something that could determine their destinies.

Seven innings. Twelve players. Chalked lines. Two umpires. Four bases. A yellow ball. It's a seemingly simple game to all who watch from behind the fence. For many teammates and me, our existence depends on hitting a ball with a stick. This game of softball appears unambiguous but serves as a metaphor for life. Tie game. Two outs. Bases loaded. An entire season is at risk. Adrenaline surges through my veins, flowing faster than electricity. First pitch. Swing and a miss. Fans become experts on softball, their corrections hanging in the air. Their words crawl under my skin, sinking themselves into my brain. Next pitch. Foul ball. Sweat slickens the grip of the bat. The juiciest meatball of a pitch is piped down the center of the plate. STRIKE THREE! Cheers from the opposing team slice of the air. Tears wrap themselves around my throat. Softball is a game of failure. Life is a game of failure. So much potential has been stripped from younger generations taught to aim for perfection. My experiences as a student-athlete have allowed me to view life through a lens many cannot. My interests lie in serving God and my community. In 2 Corinthians 12:9, God says unto Paul, "My power is made perfect in weakness." As an aspiring teacher, I hope to rewire the upbringing of younger students. My message would go as follows: People find themselves in apprehensive situations daily. Whether it's taking a test that a letter grade depends on or giving a presentation where an entire career is on the line. Everyone has failed at a time of high stakes. To be a part of the human race, it's a requirement that failure happens at least once. The concept that separates champions from the rest is their innate ability to overcome adversity. My shortcoming is the best thing that ever happened to me. Every day, humanity gets to step into that batter's box and handle whatever curveballs life attempts to throw. If we strike out, so what? We have another at bat. Success, in that next at-bat, is overcoming the strikeout and learning what we can do differently. It's about communicating with our teammates around us, allowing them to learn from our failures. Life is about learning from our mistakes rather than dwelling on them. What could I have done differently to succeed? Imperfection is beautiful, but it's only beautiful once we accept it. As humans, we stray from our defects; we attempt to shield ourselves from our mistakes. Student-athletes often construct a false identity based on success in academics and sports, as do so many other people around us, rather than allowing their identity to show the hardship they have overcome. Failure shapes us into who we need to be, which is nothing to be ashamed of. At a time when I couldn't pinpoint who I was, I sat with my family, staring into the night. It was then that I realized a night sky painted with glittering stars is the most majestic sight to any eye. But, the stars that compel its beauty are dying balls of gas. Millions of imperfections. As a student-athlete who constantly struggles with an identity of perfection, I hope to destroy that battle for future students and help them find their true identities.

Seven innings. Twelve players. Chalked lines. Two umpires. Four bases. A yellow ball. It's a seemingly simple game to all who watch from behind the fence. For many teammates and me, our existence depends on hitting a ball with a stick. This game of softball appears unambiguous but serves as a metaphor for life. Tie game. Two outs. Bases loaded. An entire season is at risk. Adrenaline surges through my veins, flowing faster than electricity. First pitch. Swing and a miss. Fans become experts on softball, their corrections hanging in the air. Their words crawl under my skin, sinking themselves into my brain. Next pitch. Foul ball. Sweat slickens the grip of the bat. The juiciest meatball of a pitch is piped down the center of the plate. STRIKE THREE! Cheers from the opposing team slice of the air. Tears wrap themselves around my throat. Softball is a game of failure. Life is a game of failure. So much potential has been stripped from younger generations taught to aim for perfection. My experiences as a student-athlete have allowed me to view life through a lens many cannot. My interests lie in serving God and my community. In 2 Corinthians 12:9, God says unto Paul, "My power is made perfect in weakness." As an aspiring teacher, I hope to rewire the upbringing of younger students. My message would go as follows: People find themselves in apprehensive situations daily. Whether it's taking a test that a letter grade depends on or giving a presentation where an entire career is on the line. Everyone has failed at a time of high stakes. To be a part of the human race, it's a requirement that failure happens at least once. The concept that separates champions from the rest is their innate ability to overcome adversity. My shortcoming is the best thing that ever happened to me. Every day, humanity gets to step into that batter's box and handle whatever curveballs life attempts to throw. If we strike out, so what? We have another at bat. Success, in that next at-bat, is overcoming the strikeout and learning what we can do differently. It's about communicating with our teammates around us, allowing them to learn from our failures. Life is about learning from our mistakes rather than dwelling on them. What could I have done differently to succeed? Imperfection is beautiful, but it's only beautiful once we accept it. As humans, we stray from our defects; we attempt to shield ourselves from our mistakes. Student-athletes often construct a false identity based on success in academics and sports, as do so many other people around us, rather than allowing their identity to show the hardship they have overcome. Failure shapes us into who we need to be, which is nothing to be ashamed of. At a time when I couldn't pinpoint who I was, I sat with my family, staring into the night. It was then that I realized a night sky painted with glittering stars is the most majestic sight to any eye. But, the stars that compel its beauty are dying balls of gas. Millions of imperfections. As a student-athlete who constantly struggles with an identity of perfection, I hope to destroy that battle for future students and help them find their true identities.

Society’s foundation is built on community service. Our world often cuts community service perimeters into those who volunteer or donate. Overlooked are those who choose to give back to their community daily. Those who choose kindness over hate. Those who show others the benefit of the doubt. Those who choose to be the light in someone else’s day. People often fail to realize that serving their community is about making it a better place. A task as simple as putting a smile on someone’s face. There are often leaders who exemplify my definition of community service. These involve coaches, teachers, parents-people who guide us to who we are. These people have the power to determine the atmosphere of an entire community. My future career goal is to teach. Teaching means giving your life to ensure others live the best version of theirs. Inspired by countless teachers who taught me that a grade does not define me, I plan to continue their legacy—guiding students to achieve their fullest potential to succeed in a field that suits them most. My softball career drove me to Durango, Colorado—home to many underserved Native American Communities. Teaching on a reservation is an ambition I wish to pursue. Serving a community’s younger generation, who are so often overlooked. Giving back to a group of people in which much was taken from. Teaching, to me, involves setting a tone in an entire community. Teaching people that they are seen, and their ambitions are essential. Laying the structure for a growth mindset. As a teacher, I believe in instilling a community service mindset into all. How do you plan to make today better for someone else? My time playing softball at Arvada West High School exemplified the importance of community service and steered me toward one of my future careers. My first love was for the game of softball. My coaches, who chose to serve the softball community, opened the door for me to play in college. My plans after high school involve coaching. I want to give back to the community that has taught me many lessons and blessed me with great opportunities. Coaching means instilling confidence in young girls, helping them find an identity in something larger than themselves, and giving young women a love for something that could determine their destinies. A coach, as I have learned, has the potential to ruin dreams or build upon them. Coaching entails more than teaching softball-related skills. Life lessons are learned upon playing a game. A coach can give a young lady skills like communication, teamwork, leadership, etc. In the meantime, I serve my community best by uplifting those around me.

Anxiety defines me. I refuse to be ashamed, as many are, of that phrase. Stigmas constructed by society have silenced those struggling with mental health. Anxiety belongs to a series of my imperfections. Humans so often attempt to hide their flaws, as opposed to owning them. As a softball player, I battled desperately to keep my anxiety from defining me. Weak. Fragile. Incompetent. Loser. Phrases I heard when my imperfection took away from my performance. I was ashamed of who I was. A shame so at large, it led me to seek anything I could to quiet the beast of anxiety. A prescription of pills quieted the beast. But, the prescription that quieted the beast also quieted my emotions. My emotions were stolen by yet another endeavor to hide my imperfection. Anyone who belongs to the human race has an imperfection, and yet we choose to judge others for theirs. Imperfection is beautiful. My anxiety is beautiful. Anxiety has allowed me to see others for who they are. In my senior year of high school, a young girl on my softball team came to me. In her words, she was losing the battle to anxiety. For the first time, I was vulnerable with someone other than a doctor. I explained to her my ongoing fight with anxiety. In allowing this girl to see my similar struggle, a smile appeared on her face. “Oh, I thought it was just me,” she said. Countless girls came to me that year with their struggles. Anxiety allowed me to help so many. Anxiety taught me that in being vulnerable with others, you are not alone in any battle. A mental health struggle is not a shameful thing as it has been made out to be. It’s so important to me that we allow others to see our flaws and accept them for theirs. Imperfection is beautiful, but it’s only beautiful when we choose to accept it. See me. See who I am. Anxiety has built me into who I am, and for that, I refuse to be ashamed. A night sky painted with glittering stars is the most majestic sight to any eye. But, the stars that compel its beauty are dying balls of gas. Millions of imperfections. As I graduate high school, I hope to become a teacher. Anxiety has inspired me to impart my experiences to a younger generation. To teach an entire group of kids that it’s okay to be vulnerable. A flaw or struggle can define you because it’s one of the many components that make you beautiful. Embracing who we are, means embracing every aspect of ourselves, even the parts we may not like. The hardest battles are given to the toughest soldiers. I believe everyone is a soldier who is attempting to overcome obstacles. But obstacles are much easier to face when we unite as an army.