My journey through high school has been anything but typical. A few years ago, my life changed in an instant. After a violent incident with my father, in which he choked me, I was forced to uproot everything—my home, my routine, and my education. I went from attending a small, preppy, predominantly white private school to enrolling in a large, predominantly Black public school in a completely different part of town. The shift was drastic and overwhelming, and it opened my eyes to two very different worlds that exist within the same city.
At my previous school, resources were abundant. Teachers had the time and capacity to invest in students, and college was the expected next step. But after transferring, I found myself in a school system where the support was minimal, and many students were already being counted out before they had a chance. I quickly noticed how many of my peers were discouraged, disengaged, or simply trying to survive. I also noticed that some teachers didn’t have the time, resources, or even motivation to give students the attention they deserved.
Oddly enough, this new environment didn’t discourage me—it motivated me more than ever. I realized that I didn’t want to become another statistic or fulfill the stereotypes placed on young Black students. I saw how easy it was for kids who look like me to be written off, and I refused to let that happen to me—or anyone else I could help. That’s when I truly understood the power of higher education. I decided I wouldn’t just go to college for myself; I’d do it for those around me who might not believe it’s possible. I want to become the representation I didn’t always see growing up—a Black student who not only overcomes adversity but uses education as a tool for change.
In my current school, I’ve worked hard to contribute to my community and uplift those around me. I volunteer to tutor underclassmen who are struggling, especially in subjects like math and English. I also speak to freshmen about the importance of staying focused, even when life feels like it’s falling apart. I’ve learned how to lead by example, showing up every day, putting in the work, and proving that where you start does not have to determine where you end up. Even outside of school, I’ve helped organize local food drives and community clean-ups through a local youth outreach group. These efforts are small steps toward creating a better environment, and they remind others that someone cares.
Moving schools was never something I wanted, but it ended up being something I needed. It taught me resilience, opened my eyes to inequality, and gave me a purpose beyond myself. It helped me realize how critical representation is and how important it is to pour into your community, even when you’re still trying to find your own way.
I plan to pursue higher education not just to build a better life for myself, but to one day return to underserved communities and make a difference—whether that’s through education, mentorship, or advocacy. I want to show young people who have experienced trauma or neglect that they can still rise, still succeed, and still become something powerful.
The Mrs. Yvonne L. Moss Scholarship would not just help me financially—it would be a part of the foundation I’m building to turn pain into purpose. I’m determined to break cycles, beat statistics, and leave a legacy that inspires others to keep going, no matter how hard the start