The woman walked past me, and I tried my best to not stare. My eyes followed her, however, as I marveled at her leg, for I'd never seen anything like it. Gray in color, designs seemed to be carved into it, creating an intricately unique look under her knee. Proudly showing off, she wore a skirt that complimented the color of her embellishment. Once I had mustered the courage to say something about how beautiful I found her to be, the woman was already gone. The image of her 3D-printed leg lives rent-free in my brain, a wondrous testament to the limitless possibilities of technology in making the world a better place. 3D printing inspires me in the way that it combines the creativity of art with the practicality of modern science and innovative technology. As one of the most transformative devices in the modern world, I'm beyond optimistic about the many ways that it can be implemented. 3D printing revolutionizes industries from healthcare to construction to manufacturing, the benefits only increasing as technology improves and matures over time. In terms of healthcare, 3D printing is particularly impressive and impactful. The medical field utilizes this new technology in several ways, ranging from personalized prosthetics to potential solutions for organ transplants, as well as mock parts for educational models. General prosthetics can be very expensive or even uncomfortable for those in need; 3D printing offers a solution--allowing for more affordable, custom-made products available. Catering specifically to the user's unique body type, 3D printing technology gives an incredible solution to a large problem in healthcare. 3D printing can also be used to create customized implants, such as dental implants or joint replacements tailored to the patient’s body. This reduces complications and possible need for adjustments post-surgery. Another compelling reason 3D printing is especially inspiring to me is its effect on the planet in terms of sustainability. Unlike traditional manufacturing, where things are made using one large piece, 3D printing builds by layer--in this way, waste is minimized. 3D printers also can print using recycled materials, including plastics, metal, and organic waste. This helps reduce the demand for new materials and minimize plastic waste. Some companies are using recycled ocean plastic to create 3D-printed products also. For these reasons and more, 3D printing is paving the way for a brighter, greener future with the possibility to alter nearly every aspect of human life.

My passion for mental health advocacy began early and has continued to evolve through my academic and extracurricular involvement. In high school, I participated in various organizations dedicated to mental health. My involvement in the Natural Helpers program was a transformative experience. Nominated by my peers for my ability to connect and support others, I attended a retreat that provided me with the tools to become a better listener, helper, and leader in my community. I realized that I could make a real impact, not only through formal therapy but also with everyday interactions rooted in kindness. This program, alongside my involvement in the Self-Care club, where we actively promoted mental health awareness, fueled my passion for mental health support and advocacy. I took the skills learned through these endeavors with me to university, where I'm majoring in psychology and sociology. I’m also a part of collegiate athletics, a DEI engagement program, and hold an executive position on the Latino Student Union–all of which nod to various aspects of mental health on a college campus. As an athlete pursuing a career in the mental health field, I see firsthand the mental challenges that come with being an athlete. Many girls on my team struggle with anxiety and other mental health conditions, and with the knowledge I have accumulated over time, I can help them the best I can. I have learned that even small gestures like lending a hand, listening, or directing someone to counseling services can make a difference. Within Morton Finney, the DEI program, we heavily focus on mental health and how we can help struggling others. Through service, we engage in our community, aiding hands-on. As part of LSU, we collaborate with other organizations, such as SOCAH (students of color allied in healthcare), planning events to spread awareness about mental health on a larger scale. These experiences have solidified my belief in the importance of mental healthcare, and ensuring that resources are accessible to those in need–reducing negative notions of seeking help. By continuing to learn, raise awareness, and create supportive spaces for those struggling with mental health matters in my community, I strive to contribute to a tomorrow where individuals don’t have to be alone in their challenges. I look forward to assisting people from all walks of life and paving the way for future generations to be more open in the discussion of mental health.

My small feet getting lost in the leather, I trudged around in his large boots. Swimming in fire-resistant fabrics I laughed at the excessive size difference between the clothes and my little hands. Growing up, I would frequent my father's fire stations with excitement and wonder. It was exhilarating to slide down the firefighter pole, play with the Dalmatian, and eat snacks the workers shared. I would get to sit in the firetruck and try on my dad's monstrous helmet. Often I’d brag at school about the lives he saved, the ambulance he drove, and the splendor of securing the community that his job entailed. But, as I got older, I began to see the other side of his career, and its toll on his mental health. While I admired his courage, I couldn’t ignore how his work had led to struggles with alcoholism and depression. It was during these formative years that I realized how deeply mental health affects a person’s well-being, and this understanding would shape my future. As time went on, the excitement of visiting the fire station faded into the background, overshadowed by the complexities of my father's battle with alcoholism. The man who once seemed invincible was consumed with addiction, and our relationship grew strained. His struggles with alcohol were more than physical, straining his mental health. His depression worsened, causing moments of emotional distance that left me disjointed and resentful. Through it all, however, my father continued to impart lessons that would later guide my academic and personal pursuits. One was the value of resilience—the ability to persevere even when things are daunting. His journey showed me that mental health challenges are not a reflection of weakness but of immense strength, persisting despite adversity. Inspired by my experiences with my father, I decided to follow a career in the mental health field. His struggles sparked a passion in me to understand its intricacies and how it impacts those affected. I wanted to help people who were experiencing similar difficulties, offering them the empathy and support that I wish my father had during his rougher patches. As a college student, I’m pursuing a degree in psychology and sociology–and plan to use my knowledge to raise awareness, reduce stigma, and create safe spaces for those struggling with mental health concerns. My father’s influence also motivated me to engage in my community actively. I wanted to make a tangible difference in the lives of others, as he did. In high school, I was nominated to participate in the program "Natural Helpers," a retreat that taught us how to help students going through difficult times effectively. The training provided me with tools required to listen and aid others. I realized that I could make an authentic impact, not solely through formal therapy but also with everyday interactions rooted in kindness. My father’s compassion for others, despite his toils, signified its importance. Alcoholism played a vital role in shaping me today. I look forward to spreading kindness, with my father as an example, helping those like him, and embodying his values in my future career. My goal is to foster an environment where mental health is treated with the same recognition as other, more socially acknowledged aspects of wellness. By continuing to learn, raise awareness, and create supportive spaces for those in my community, I strive to contribute to a tomorrow where people don’t have to be alone in their challenges. Now happily sober for almost three years, he continues to inspire me. My father may have struggled, but through our shared experiences, I found my purpose and calling.

Waking up most mornings, I take a minute to check in with myself. The chimes of my peaceful alarm ringing in my ear are a small comfort amid the chaos that often comes with balancing academics, athletics, and a personal commitment to mental health. Amidst the clutter of textbooks, running shoes, and other reminders of my busy schedule, I take a deep breath and remember why maintaining my well-being is a priority, despite the demands thrown at me from other obligations. Growing up, I watched my father struggle with alcoholism and depression, often feeling isolated in his battle against PTSD. Over time, I realized how vital mental health is to well-being, and I became passionate about helping others with similar problems. This sparked my desire to pursue a career in psychology and sociology to advocate for mental health awareness. Now, as a college student, I am committed to not only understanding mental health on a deeper level but also taking implementable steps to create an environment of empathy, understanding, and inclusivity for others who may be facing similar difficulties. Understanding and speaking up about these topics will inform others, increase personal connection, and reduce stigmas surrounding the mental health community. It has been hard not to internalize my father’s mental health issues, carrying the emotional weight of his addiction with me throughout high school and into college. A student-athlete and active member of multiple campus organizations, I face unwavering pressure to perform academically, maintain my physical health, and engage socially. The weight of these responsibilities, in addition to the trauma I faced growing up, can affect my mental health from time to time. Due to these difficulties, there are times when anxiety or mental fog makes it hard to concentrate in class or be fully present during practice and other moments during my day. In the classroom, I’ve learned to manage my time and energy in more effective ways to me. On days when I struggle, it becomes harder to engage in class discussions or start assignments on time. Becoming more persistent about self-care practices, such as mindfulness exercises and regular study breaks, has helped me avoid burnout and stay dialed in on my coursework. I’ve also learned to reach out for support when needed, whether talking to a loved one or asking professors for further clarification on assignments. To further prioritize my mental health, I’ve developed routines that help me maintain balance. As an athlete, I aim to get enough sleep each night and eat nourishing foods, both of which directly correlate to my mood and energy levels. I also practice mindfulness exercises, such as breathing techniques to calm my nerves before stressful exams or races. However, the most significant step I’ve learned is asking for help. This can be through the support of my friends, resources offered here at university, or through the aid of my understanding coaches and professors. I’ve found that seeking help is not a sign of weakness, but a crucial piece to maintaining one’s well-being. By implementing these strategies, I’ve found that I can better balance the demands of college both in and out of the classroom, athletics, and personal life much better. My concentration has improved as I’ve learned to manage my stress more effectively and feel closer to my team and peers. I’ve also become a more empathetic listener and support system for others, helping create a positive environment for those around me. These experiences have solidified my belief in the importance of mental healthcare, and ensuring that resources are accessible to people in need–reducing negative notions of seeking outside help.

The glass breaking came before the yelling, and I jolted awake. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I wearily got out of bed. Sitting outside my door was my little sister, eyes round and luminous as the moon. It was apparent she had been crying, and together we went to see if my brothers were awake. Huddled together, they looked up at me with trembling lips. “Want to have a sleepover?” I asked, a reassuring smile on my face. It is my goal to become an art therapist, combining two of my passions: art and psychology. Growing up, my family faced challenges due to my father's struggle with alcoholism. As a young girl, I watched my father struggle with alcoholism and depression, often feeling isolated in his battles Analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism profoundly influenced my way of thinking. Grasping for any kind of label I could put him under led me to psychology. I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that led to it. Over time, I realized how vital mental health is to overall well-being, and I became passionate about helping others with similar problems. Now a college student, I am passionate and committed to understanding mental health on a deeper level and taking implementable steps to create an environment of empathy, understanding, and inclusivity for others who may be facing difficulties like my father. My name is Alejandra Sierazy, and I am a first-year student at Butler University, majoring in psychology and sociology while minoring in art and political science. Having a Hispanic background, I am excited to be a part of the Latino Student Union and the Morton Finney Diversity Scholars program. My upbringing has instilled values such as the importance of family, hard work, and perseverance, which have guided me throughout my academic journey. In addition to my academic pursuits, I am actively involved in extracurricular activities that enrich my college experience and personal growth. As a member of Butler's cross-country and track teams, I have learned the value of perseverance, teamwork, and discipline. Running has taught me to push through challenges and stay committed to my goals, qualities that I apply to my academic and personal life. In 2022, I had bi-lateral hip surgery to repair my torn labrums. Following nine months of intensive physical therapy, I emerged as my high school team’s top runner and qualified for the state meet. Due to my dedication and never ending persistence, I was awarded a D1 walk-on spot at Butler University. Unfortunately, this prestigious honor did not come with any athletic aide. I am also a participant in the Morton Finney Diversity Scholarship Program, which has provided me with invaluable resources and support. Moreover, I am honored to serve as the freshman chair of the Latino Student Union, where we foster a sense of community and support among Latino students. However, the financial aspect of attending a private university remains a significant challenge. This scholarship would significantly alleviate the financial burden I currently face as the oldest of four children. The Kalia D. Davis Memorial Scholarship would not only reduce the financial strain on my family, but also enable me to concentrate more on my academics and extracurricular activities. I am certain I would explore opportunities to further enhance my college experience. I am eager to participate in research projects, internships, and volunteer work that align with my aspirations to become an art therapist, and this scholarship would provide the much-needed support to pursue these opportunities.

Wind blowing through the curtains, I feel the morning sun on my face as I blink sleep from my eyes. I stand up and make myself tea, excited for another day ahead. Checking my busy schedule, I review notes from the day before and smile when thinking about how I ended up here — working my dream job, passionately helping others through the lens of an art therapist. Well… that’s the plan anyway. Growing up, I watched my father struggle with alcoholism and depression, often feeling isolated in his battles. As a young girl, analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism profoundly influenced my way of thinking. Grasping for any kind of label I could put him under led me to explore psychology. Over time, I realized how vital mental health is to overall well-being, and I became passionate about helping others with similar problems. This sparked my desire to pursue a career in psychology and sociology. Now a college student, I am passionate and committed to understanding mental health on a deeper level and taking implementable steps to create an environment of empathy, understanding, and inclusivity for others who may be facing difficulties like my father. In addition to my academic pursuits, I am committed to gaining practical experience in the field. Currently a freshman at Butler University, I am a part of collegiate athletics, a DEI engagement program, and hold an executive position in the Latino Student Union. As a non-scholarship athlete pursuing a career in the mental health field, I see firsthand the struggles that come with being an athlete. Within Morton Finney, the DEI program, we heavily focus on mental health and how we can help others. Through community service work, we engage in our community to aid hands-on. As part of LSU, we collaborate with other organizations, such as SOCAH ( Students of Color Allied in Healthcare ), to plan events to spread awareness about mental health on a larger scale. All of these experiences have solidified my belief in the importance of mental healthcare and ensuring that resources are accessible to those in need — reducing negative notions of seeking outside help. Being able to fully immerse myself in and take advantage of all these invaluable experiences over the next several years makes me confident I will be able to make a difference in my community. It's my goal to attend graduate school to become an art therapist, combining two of my passions: art and psychology. I have always found peace and calm through art and am excited to show others how to utilize it as a path to healing. My father's condition and my love of art will prove to be beneficial in helping others through my unique lens. My father may have struggled, but through our shared journey, I found my purpose and calling. Two years sober and counting, my father continues to be an inspiration on my path to benefiting others from my experiences. This award would reduce my financial stress and allow me to focus on my studies, explore leadership roles within campus groups, continue to remain on the cross country and track teams, and experience internships and research opportunities in the mental health field. The Bright Lights Scholarship will be a key part of helping me reach my vision, follow my dreams, deepen my college education, and make a lasting, positive impact on the lives of others around me.

Ever since I was a child, I have been fascinated by how the mind works and how it affects our behavior and well-being. This curiosity, combined with my passion for art, has driven me to pursue a degree in healthcare with the goal of becoming an art therapist. I believe that art therapy is a powerful tool for healing and self-expression, and I am eager to contribute to this field as a woman in healthcare. Choosing to study psychology and art therapy was not just an academic decision for me; it was a personal one. Growing up, I watched my father struggle with alcoholism and depression, often feeling isolated in his battles. Over time, I realized how vital mental health is to overall well-being, and I became passionate about helping others with similar problems. This sparked my desire to pursue a career in psychology and sociology to advocate for mental health awareness in my community. I want to change that narrative by becoming an art therapist who is not only knowledgeable but also culturally sensitive. By doing so, I hope to bridge the gap between mental health services and the communities that need them the most. As a woman in healthcare, I am particularly passionate about advocating for women's and children’s mental health. Women often face unique challenges, such as balancing family responsibilities with career aspirations, which can impact their mental well-being. Through art therapy, I aim to provide a safe and creative space for women and children to explore their emotions and experiences, helping them to find healing and empowerment. In addition to my academic pursuits, I am committed to gaining practical experience in the field. At university I am a part of collegiate athletics, a DEI engagement program, and hold an executive position on the Latino Student Union. As an athlete pursuing a career in the mental health field, I see firsthand the mental challenges that come with being an athlete. Within Morton Finney, the DEI program, we heavily focus on mental health and how we can help others who are struggling. Through community service work, we engage in our community to aid hands-on. As part of LSU, we collaborate with other organizations, such as SOCAH (students of color allied in healthcare), to plan events to spread awareness about mental health on a larger scale. All of these experiences have solidified my belief in the importance of mental healthcare and ensuring that resources are accessible to those in need–reducing negative notions of seeking outside help. I also believe that representation matters, and as a Hispanic woman, I want to inspire others from diverse backgrounds to pursue careers in healthcare. By sharing my journey and experiences, I hope to encourage young women to overcome barriers and follow their passion for helping others. In the long term, I aspire to work as an art therapist, focusing on underserved communities. I want to develop programs that provide accessible art therapy and mental health care, ensuring that everyone, regardless of their background, has the opportunity to express themselves and heal. My goal is to create a more inclusive healthcare system where mental health is prioritized and treated with the same importance as physical health. The Women in Healthcare scholarship will help me to continue pursing Art Therapy at Butler University focusing on my academics and athletics without worry.

Wind blowing through the curtains, I feel the morning sun on my face as I blink sleep from my eyes. Towers of house plants adorn the apartment, with books littering any spare shelf. My cat walks across the room, pausing to stretch on a particularly sunny spot. I stand up and make myself tea, excited for another day ahead. Checking my busy schedule, I review notes from the day before and smile when thinking about how I ended up here–working my dream job, passionately helping others through the lens of an art therapist. Well…that’s the plan anyway. Growing up, I watched my father struggle with alcoholism and depression, often feeling isolated in his battles. Over time, I realized how vital mental health is to overall well-being, and I became passionate about helping others with similar problems. This sparked my desire to pursue a career in psychology and sociology to advocate for mental health awareness in my community. Now, as a college student, I am committed to understanding mental health on a deeper level and taking implementable steps to create an environment of empathy, understanding, and inclusivity for others. Understanding and speaking up about these topics will inform others, increase personal connection, and reduce stigmas surrounding the mental health community. At my high school, I actively participated in various organizations dedicated to mental health, such as Self Care Club and Natural Helpers. At Self Care Club, I aided in teaching and guiding other students on how they can practice care, prioritizing their mental health. I was also nominated to be in the Natural Helpers, an organization dedicated to being the best helper in a community one can be. Through this, I was trained to offer emotional support to my fellow students, being a person who could guide them on the path to healing. I took the skills learned through these endeavors to university, where I am now a part of collegiate athletics, a DEI engagement program, and hold an executive position on the Latino Student Union. As an athlete pursuing a career in the mental health field, I see firsthand the mental challenges that come with being an athlete. Many girls on my team struggle with anxiety and other mental health conditions, and with the knowledge I have accumulated over time, I can help them the best I can, according to training. I have learned that even small gestures like lending a hand and listening or directing someone to counseling services can make a difference. Within Morton Finney, the DEI program, we heavily focus on mental health and how we can help others who are struggling. Through community service work, we engage in our community to aid hands-on. As part of LSU, we collaborate with other organizations, such as SOCAH (students of color allied in healthcare), to plan events to spread awareness about mental health on a larger scale. All of these experiences have solidified my belief in the importance of mental healthcare and ensuring that resources are accessible to those in need–reducing negative notions of seeking outside help. Ultimately, my goal is to foster an environment where mental health is treated with the same importance and recognition as other health concerns. By continuing to learn, raise awareness, and create supportive spaces for those struggling in my community, I strive to contribute to a future where people don’t have to be alone in their challenges. This scholarship will be a key part of helping me reach that vision, follow my dreams, deepen my college education, and make a lasting, positive impact on the lives of others.

The glass breaking came before the yelling, and I jolted awake. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I wearily got out of bed. Sitting outside my door was my little sister, eyes round and luminous as the moon. It was apparent she had been crying, and together we went to see if my brothers were awake. Huddled together, they looked up at me with trembling lips. “Want to have a sleepover?” I asked, a reassuring smile on my face. It is my goal to become an art therapist, combining two of my passions: art and psychology. My name is Alejandra Sierazy, and I am a first-year student at Butler University, majoring in psychology and sociology while minoring in art and political science. Having a Hispanic background, I am excited to be a part of the Latino Student Union and the Morton Finney Diversity Scholars program. My upbringing has instilled values such as the importance of family, hard work, and perseverance, which have guided me throughout my academic journey. Growing up, my family faced challenges due to my father's struggle with alcoholism. As a young girl, analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism profoundly influenced my way of thinking. Grasping for any kind of label I could put him under led me to psychology. After taking the AP class in high school, I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that led to it. I found that I have an affinity for the human mind and behavior, as I thoroughly enjoy picking apart why people do things. Seeing how to take care of my siblings during these difficult times influenced my decision to pursue a career in the mental health field. Working in a setting where I can assist other people, helping them get through the difficult times in their lives and growing from them through art is my dream. In addition to my academic pursuits, I am actively involved in extracurricular activities that enrich my college experience and personal growth. As a member of the cross-country and track teams, I have learned the value of perseverance, teamwork, and discipline. Running has taught me to push through challenges and stay committed to my goals, qualities that I apply to my academic and personal life. In 2022, I had double hip surgery to repair my torn labrums. Following nine months of intensive physical therapy, I emerged as my team’s top runner and qualified for the state meet. Due to my dedication and persistence, I was awarded a walk-on spot at Butler University. Unfortunately, this honor did not come with any athletic aide. I am also a participant in the Morton Finney Diversity Scholarship Program, which has provided me with invaluable resources and support. Moreover, I am honored to serve as the freshman chair of the Latino Student Union, where we foster a sense of community and support among Latino students. However, the financial aspect of attending a private university remains a significant challenge. This scholarship would significantly alleviate the financial burden I currently face as the oldest of four children. The Anthony B. Davis Scholarship would not only reduce the financial strain on my family, but also enable me to concentrate more on my academics and extracurricular activities. I am certain I could explore opportunities that enhance my college experience. I am eager to participate in research projects, internships, and volunteer work that align with my aspirations to become an art therapist, and this scholarship would provide the much-needed support to pursue these opportunities.

The glass breaking came before the yelling, and I jolted awake. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I wearily got out of bed. Sitting outside my door was my little sister, eyes round and luminous as the moon. It was apparent she had been crying, and together we went to see if my brothers were awake. Huddled together under old sheets, they looked up at me with trembling lips. “Want to have a sleepover?” I asked, a reassuring smile on my face. It is my goal to become an art therapist, combining two of my passions: art and psychology. My future aspirations, though, are rooted in my past. As a young girl, analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism influenced my way of thinking about people, and I am very perceptive of others’ traits. I can effectively read one’s body language and offer aid to those I need. Constantly studying others in comparison to my father, I was eager to learn more. Grasping for any kind of label or explanation I could put him under led me to get into psychology. After taking the AP class in my junior year of high school, I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that led to it. I found that I have an affinity for the human mind and behavior, as I thoroughly enjoy picking apart why people do things. Seeing how to take care of my siblings during these difficult times influenced my decision to pursue a career in the mental health field. Working in a setting where I can assist other people, helping them get through the difficult times in their lives and growing from them through art is my dream. Currently, attending Butler University, I am majoring in psychology and sociology, while also minoring in studio art and political science. In addition to my passion for mental health, I adore the arts. Ever since I could remember art was a huge part of my life. While in high school, I was part of a two year intensive IB art program where I created scores of art projects to be displayed at the end of the year. Being an artist and small business owner, I create meaningful pieces and enjoy seeing how others respond to certain works of art. While at Butler, I am able to take advantage of the multitude of opportunities offered. I am a varsity athlete running for both the cross country and track teams. Recently, I have been named first-year chair of the Latino Student Union where I help plan different events throughout the year. Participating in the Morton Finney Diversity Scholars program has also awarded me the ability to volunteer throughout campus and the surrounding neighborhood. After earning my undergraduate degree, I will attend graduate school to become a licensed art therapist. I look forward to having the knowledge to properly aid someone’s inner turmoil from both a psychological and artistic standpoint while helping them heal and cope with their life experiences and emotions. I believe that utilizing my past and what I have learned will make me effective in helping a wide variety of people. Two years sober and counting, my father continues to be an inspiration on my path to benefiting others from my experiences, acting upon kindness and aiding people from all walks of life.

Sprawled out and screaming on the ground, this was not how I had imagined the first time watching my little brother alone would go. He threw the knife he was holding against the wall, and promised he wouldn’t touch it again. After threatening to hurt me and then himself, he grabbed a kitchen knife and began to flail it around. Naturally, I responded calmly at first but soon charged at him. There was no way he was serious--he was nine! What would a nine-year-old have to worry about to that extent? My younger brother has a history of mental illness. Throughout our shared childhood, he struggled with how he saw himself and how he was supposed to behave. This combined with my father’s depression and alcoholism made for a family where mental illness was no taboo. I learned from a young age how to talk to my brother when he would have an episode, how to calm him down and get him to discuss his feelings. It was always something I was proud of--how well I could handle his breakdowns and encourage him to talk it out. As he has gotten older, he’s grown more distant and less reliant on my consolation when things go south. My experience of growing up alongside a sibling and parent who have mental illnesses has made me a more empathetic person, and I listen attentively to other people when they need help. As a young girl, analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism influenced my way of thinking about people, and I am very perceptive of others’ traits. Constantly studying my father, I was eager to learn more. Grasping for any kind of label I could put him under led me to get into psychology. Why was he like this? How could someone willingly destroy themselves and their family over and over again? Casting a wary eye on his behavior, I disdainfully would scour the internet for a plethora of articles, the library for books, and anything that could provide clarity on his condition. After taking AP Psychology in my junior year of high school, I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all of the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that lead to it. I found that I have an affinity for the human mind and behavior, as I thoroughly enjoy picking apart why people do things. Seeing how to take care of my siblings during these difficult times influenced my decision to pursue a career in the mental health field. Accompanied by my love of art, I am pursuing becoming an Art Therapist, where I can assist other people, helping them get through the difficult times in their lives and growing from them. I want to help families like mine, children who don’t have older siblings to look out for them. Mental illness, whether it was in me, my siblings, or my parents, has affected my life drastically. I have learned the skills to be a great friend and greater sister. A forgiving daughter. My relationships are richer, and I hold a better understanding of what can be behind someone’s smile. Going through all that has fallen onto my family over the past 17 years drives me to help others with mental illnesses in the future. I believe that utilizing my past and what I have learned will make me effective in helping a wide variety of people. Two years sober and counting, my father continues to be an inspiration on my path to benefiting others from my experiences, acting upon kindness and aiding people from all walks of life.

Sprawled out and screaming on the ground, this was not how I had imagined the first time watching my little brother alone would go. He threw the knife he was holding against the wall, and promised he wouldn’t touch it again. After threatening to hurt me and then himself, he grabbed a kitchen knife and began to flail it around. Naturally, I responded calmly at first but soon charged at him. There was no way he was serious--he was nine! What would a nine-year-old have to worry about to that extent? My younger brother has a history of mental illness. Throughout our shared childhood, he struggled with how he saw himself and how he was supposed to behave. This combined with my father’s depression and alcoholism made for a family where mental illness was no taboo. I learned from a young age how to talk to my brother when he would have an episode, how to calm him down and get him to discuss his feelings. It was always something I was proud of--how well I could handle his breakdowns and encourage him to talk it out. As he has gotten older, he’s grown more distant and less reliant on my consolation when things go south. My experience of growing up alongside a sibling and parent who have mental illnesses has made me a more empathetic person, and I listen attentively to other people when they need help. As a young girl, analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism influenced my way of thinking about people, and I am very perceptive of others’ traits. Constantly studying my father, I was eager to learn more. Grasping for any kind of label I could put him under led me to get into psychology. Why was he like this? How could someone willingly destroy themselves and their family over and over again? Casting a wary eye on his behavior, I disdainfully would scour the internet for a plethora of articles, the library for books, and anything that could provide clarity on his condition. After taking AP Psychology in my junior year of high school, I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all of the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that lead to it. I found that I have an affinity for the human mind and behavior, as I thoroughly enjoy picking apart why people do things. Seeing how to take care of my siblings during these difficult times influenced my decision to pursue a career in the mental health field. Accompanied by my love of art, I am pursuing becoming an Art Therapist, where I can assist other people, helping them get through the difficult times in their lives and growing from them. I want to help families like mine, children who don’t have older siblings to look out for them. Mental illness, whether it was in me, my siblings, or my parents, has affected my life drastically. I have learned the skills to be a great friend and greater sister. A forgiving daughter. My relationships are richer, and I hold a better understanding of what can be behind someone’s smile. Going through all that has fallen onto my family over the past 17 years drives me to help others with mental illnesses in the future. I believe that utilizing my past and what I have learned will make me effective in helping a wide variety of people. Two years sober and counting, my father continues to be an inspiration on my path to benefiting others from my experiences, acting upon kindness and aiding people from all walks of life.

My father is a first responder, working as both a firefighter and paramedic for twenty-four years. Growing up, I would frequent his stations filled with excitement and wonder. It was exhilarating to get to slide down the firefighter pole, play with the station’s Dalmatian Jake, and eat the snacks the workers shared. I’d get to sit in the firetruck and try on my dad’s monstrous boots, my small feet getting lost in the leather. In my eyes, my dad was a hero. I would brag at school about the lives he saved, the ambulance he drove, and the splendor of securing the community that his job entailed. What I did not comprehend yet at the time was the other side of his work--how seeing and doing all of these tasks affected him and many other service workers across the country. As I got older, it became clear to me that my father’s job had a negative impact on his life and mental health. Though I never noticed it when I was younger, it became impossible to ignore as time went on. His work at the station drastically changed him and caused my father to become an alcoholic. How he behaved and the instances that occurred as a result of this have greatly shaped me into who I am and what I want to be when I am older, helping my community. I took into my own hands the responsibility of shielding my siblings during this time. Over time, due to my father’s blunders, I became more compassionate and loving. I have grown in how I treat others, especially my family. Simple acts of planning my sister’s outfits and playing board games with my brother emphasized the importance of one’s relationship with their siblings. This is now applicable to all aspects of my life, as I am the friend that many people turn to when they need to talk to someone. My empathy and protective qualities make me more understanding of others, and create a comfortable environment for those around me. I pride myself in being a friend that anyone could lean on if they needed it, always ready to listen and offer help. My father, though our relationship strained at times, continued to teach me valuable lessons as a result of his work and deteriorating mental health. My father has instilled in me a strong desire to help others in need, and to stand up for those who are unable to help themselves. Following his example, I make an effort every day to spread positivity and kindness to my peers. He inspires me and reminds me frequently to lead by example and ensure everyone feels included. Being a public safety worker, it is in his nature and inherently mine to be the most welcoming and considerate person possible. This was evident to my school, and I was nominated to be a part of “Natural Helpers,” and go on a retreat in the fall. Nervous at first, this experience was unforgettable and a catalyst of change and personal growth. We were taught how to effectively help others. Through workshops, discussions, journaling, and more I was encouraged to become a better helper in my community, like my father. One integral part of Natural Helpers was the pillars--key points to being a better person. Utilizing these, I learned the essential skills to help not only those I knew but strangers as well. Coming back from the retreat I have a better sense of how to lead and assist others, which will be beneficial to my future in helping people in my community. It is praised for the kind of work many first responders deal with on a daily basis, yet it is hardly recognized and instead is marginalized by the effects that this work has on our public safety workers. The kinds of things they see and prevent, protect our communities from, and ensure, have driven me to go into the mental health field. It is my goal to help not only adults but children as well through the mental health industry. After earning my undergraduate degree in psychology and sociology I intend to go to graduate school and become a licensed art therapist. Assisting people from all walks of life, I will discern how to properly aid and help someone’s inner turmoils from both a psychological and artistic standpoint. By working collaboratively with people, I plan on helping others become their best, healthiest selves. My experiences with my father will aid in achieving my dream because of the knowledge I’ve acquired over a long period of time. His condition and my love of art will prove to be beneficial in becoming the best version of myself I can be, helping others through the lens of an art therapist. Working in art therapy with people in my community will foster self-esteem improvements, benefit mental health, and provide insight into personal issues. I look forward to working with all kinds of people, spreading kindness and understanding in the near future, with my father as an example. I hope to help people like him and embody his values in my future career through service and understanding. Now sober for almost two years after going to rehabilitation, his work as a community safety worker continues to influence my actions and behavior today. I am inspired by his compassion towards helping others and persistence in bettering himself and can only strive to be as impactful as him. This has influenced my future greatly and has caused me to pursue a future helping other people as my father does.

My father is a first responder, working as both a firefighter and paramedic for twenty-four years. Growing up, I would frequent his stations filled with excitement and wonder. It was exhilarating to get to slide down the firefighter pole, play with the station’s Dalmatian Jake, and eat the snacks the workers shared. I’d get to sit in the firetruck and try on my dad’s monstrous boots, my small feet getting lost in the leather. In my eyes, my dad was a hero. I would brag at school about the lives he saved, the ambulance he drove, and the splendor of securing the community that his job entailed. What I did not comprehend yet at the time was the other side of his work--how seeing and doing all of these tasks affected him and many other service workers across the country. As I got older, it became clear to me that my father’s job had a negative impact on his life and mental health. Though I never noticed it when I was younger, it became impossible to ignore as time went on. His work at the station drastically changed him and caused my father to become an alcoholic. How he behaved and the instances that occurred as a result of this have greatly shaped me into who I am and what I want to be when I am older, helping my community. I took into my own hands the responsibility of shielding my siblings during this time. Over time, due to my father’s blunders, I became more compassionate and loving. I have grown in how I treat others, especially my family. Simple acts of planning my sister’s outfits and playing board games with my brother emphasized the importance of one’s relationship with their siblings. This is now applicable to all aspects of my life, as I am the friend that many people turn to when they need to talk to someone. My empathy and protective qualities make me more understanding of others, and create a comfortable environment for those around me. I pride myself in being a friend that anyone could lean on if they needed it, always ready to listen and offer help. My father, though our relationship strained at times, continued to teach me valuable lessons as a result of his work and deteriorating mental health. My father has instilled in me a strong desire to help others in need, and to stand up for those who are unable to help themselves. Following his example, I make an effort every day to spread positivity and kindness to my peers. He inspires me and reminds me frequently to lead by example and ensure everyone feels included. Being a public safety worker, it is in his nature and inherently mine to be the most welcoming and considerate person possible. This was evident to my school, and I was nominated to be a part of “Natural Helpers,” and go on a retreat in the fall. Nervous at first, this experience was unforgettable and a catalyst of change and personal growth. We were taught how to effectively help others. Through workshops, discussions, journaling, and more I was encouraged to become a better helper in my community, like my father. One integral part of Natural Helpers was the pillars--key points to being a better person. Utilizing these, I learned the essential skills to help not only those I knew but strangers as well. Coming back from the retreat I have a better sense of how to lead and assist others, which will be beneficial to my future in helping people in my community. It is praised for the kind of work many first responders deal with on a daily basis, yet it is hardly recognized and instead is marginalized by the effects that this work has on our public safety workers. The kinds of things they see and prevent, protect our communities from, and ensure, have driven me to go into the mental health field. It is my goal to help not only adults but children as well through the mental health industry. After earning my undergraduate degree in psychology and sociology I intend to go to graduate school and become a licensed art therapist. Assisting people from all walks of life, I will discern how to properly aid and help someone’s inner turmoils from both a psychological and artistic standpoint. By working collaboratively with people, I plan on helping others become their best, healthiest selves. My experiences with my father will aid in achieving my dream because of the knowledge I’ve acquired over a long period of time. His condition and my love of art will prove to be beneficial in becoming the best version of myself I can be, helping others through the lens of an art therapist. Working in art therapy with people in my community will foster self-esteem improvements, benefit mental health, and provide insight into personal issues. I look forward to working with all kinds of people, spreading kindness and understanding in the near future, with my father as an example. I hope to help people like him and embody his values in my future career through service and understanding. Now sober for almost two years after going to rehabilitation, his work as a community safety worker continues to influence my actions and behavior today. I am inspired by his compassion towards helping others and persistence in bettering himself and can only strive to be as impactful as him. This has influenced my future greatly and has caused me to pursue a future helping other people as my father does.

The glass breaking came before the yelling, and I jolted awake. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I wearily got out of bed. Sitting outside my door was my little sister, eyes round and luminous as the moon. It was apparent she had been crying, and together we went to see if my brothers were awake. Huddled together under old sheets, they looked up at me with trembling lips. “Want to have a sleepover?” I asked, a reassuring smile on my face. It is my goal to become an art therapist, combining two of my passions: art and psychology. My future aspirations, though, are rooted in my past. As a young girl, analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism influenced my way of thinking about people, and I am very perceptive of others’ traits. I can effectively read one’s body language and offer aid to those I need. Constantly studying others in comparison to my father, I was eager to learn more. Grasping for any kind of label or explanation I could put him under led me to get into psychology. After taking the AP class in my junior year of high school, I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all of the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that lead to it. I found that I have an affinity for the human mind and behavior, as I thoroughly enjoy picking apart why people do things. Seeing how to take care of my siblings during these difficult times influenced my decision to pursue a career in the mental health field. I hope to go into a job where I can assist other people, helping them get through the difficult times in their lives and growing from them. I want to help families like mine, children who don’t have older siblings to look out for them. I intend to major in psychology and sociology, and then minoring in studio art. As stated in another essay entry, I adore the arts. Being an artist and small business owner, I create meaningful pieces frequently and enjoy comparing how others respond to certain works of art. After earning my undergraduate degree in psychology and sociology I intend to go to graduate school and become a licensed art therapist. Assisting people from all walks of life, I will discern how to properly aid and help someone’s inner turmoils from both a psychological and artistic standpoint. In the next ten years, I see myself living in or near an urban area, and working as an art therapist for a reputable art museum or hospital. I will be in a gorgeous apartment filled with plants, helping people throughout the area heal and cope with their life experiences and emotions. I will continue to run my art business as a side hustle and spread diversity through iconography in my pieces. My experiences with my father will aid in achieving my dream because of the knowledge I’ve acquired over a long period of time. His condition and my love of art will prove to be beneficial in becoming the best version of myself I can be, helping others through the lens of an art therapist. I look forward to working with all kinds of people, spreading kindness and understanding in the near future.

Sprawled out and screaming on the ground, this was not how I had imagined the first time watching my little brother alone would go. He threw the knife he was holding against the wall, and promised he wouldn’t touch it again. After threatening to hurt me and then himself, he grabbed a kitchen knife and began to flail it around. Naturally, I responded calmly at first but soon charged at him. There was no way he was serious--he was nine! What would a nine-year-old have to worry about to that extent? A lot of things, it turned out. My younger brother has a history of mental illness. Throughout our shared childhood, he struggled with how he saw himself and how he was supposed to behave. This combined with my father’s depression and alcoholism made for a family where mental illness was no taboo. I learned from a young age how to talk to my brother when he would have an episode, how to calm him down and get him to discuss his feelings. It was always something I was proud of--how well I could handle his breakdowns and encourage him to talk it out. As he has gotten older, he’s grown more distant and less reliant on my consolation when things go south. To this day, however, if he is distraught and being harmful to himself or others I’m always there to help him. My experience of growing up alongside siblings who have mental illnesses has made me a more empathetic person, and I listen attentively to other people when they need help. As a young girl, analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism influenced my way of thinking about people, and I am very perceptive of others’ traits. I can effectively read one’s body language and offer aid to those I need. Constantly studying others compared to my father, I was eager to learn more. Grasping for any kind of label or explanation I could put him under led me to get into psychology. Why was he like this? How could someone willingly destroy themselves and their family over and over again? Casting a wary eye on his behavior, I disdainfully would scour the internet for a plethora of articles, the library for books, and anything that could provide clarity on his condition. After taking AP Psychology in my junior year of high school, I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all of the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that lead to it. I found that I have an affinity for the human mind and behavior, as I thoroughly enjoy picking apart why people do things. Seeing how to take care of my siblings during these difficult times influenced my decision to pursue a career in the mental health field. I hope to go into a job where I can assist other people, helping them get through the difficult times in their lives and growing from them. I want to help families like mine, children who don’t have older siblings to look out for them. Mental illness, whether it was in me, my siblings, or my parents, has affected my life drastically. I have learned the skills to be a great friend and greater sister. A forgiving daughter. My relationships are richer, and I hold a better understanding of what can be behind someone’s smile. Going through all that has fallen onto my family over the past 17 years drives me to help others with mental illnesses in the future. I believe that utilizing my past and what I have learned will make me effective in helping a wide variety of people. I will benefit others from my experiences, acting upon kindness and aiding people from all walks of life.

Sprawled out and screaming on the ground, this was not how I had imagined the first time watching my little brother alone would go. He threw the knife he was holding against the wall, and promised he wouldn’t touch it again. After threatening to hurt me and then himself, he grabbed a knife and began to flail it around. Naturally, I responded calmly at first but soon charged at him. There was no way he was serious--he was nine! What would a nine-year-old have to worry about to that extent? A lot of things, it turned out. My younger brother has a history of mental illness. All throughout our shared childhood, he struggled with how he saw himself and how he was supposed to behave. This combined with my father’s depression and alcoholism made for a family where mental illness was no taboo. I learned from a young age how to talk to my brother when he would have an episode, how to calm him down, and get him to discuss his feelings. It was always something I was proud of--how well I could handle his breakdowns and encourage him to talk it out. As he has gotten older, he’s grown more distant and less reliant on my consolation when things go south. To this day, however, if he is distraught and being harmful to himself and others I’m always there to help him. My experience of growing up alongside siblings who have mental illnesses has made me a more empathetic person, and I listen attentively to other people when they need help. Growing up analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism influenced my way of thinking about people, and I am very perceptive of others’ traits. I can effectively read one’s body language and offer aid to those I need. Constantly studying others in comparison to my father, I was eager to learn more. Grasping for any kind of label or explanation I could put him under led me to get into psychology. Why was he like this? How could someone willingly destroy themselves and their family over and over again? Casting a wary eye on his behavior, I disdainfully would scour the internet for a plethora of articles, the library for books, and anything that could provide clarity on his condition. After taking AP Psychology in my junior year of high school, I was enamored with the psychological aspect of addiction--as well as all of the mental illnesses and childhood experiences that lead to it. I found that I have an affinity for the human mind and behavior, as I thoroughly enjoy picking apart why people do things. Seeing how to take care of my siblings during these difficult times influenced my decision to pursue a career in the mental health field. I hope to go into a job where I can assist other people, helping them get through the difficult times in their lives and growing from them. I want to help families like mine, children who don’t have older siblings to look out for them. Mental illness, whether it was in me, my siblings, or my parents, has affected my life exceedingly. I have learned the skills I need to be a great friend and helper in times of turmoil. My relationships are richer, and I hold a better understanding of what can be hidden behind someone’s smile. I will benefit others from my experiences, acting upon kindness and aiding people from all walks of life in my future endeavors.

While skimming through Netflix shows one may typically skip over the hidden gem Ugly Betty. Perusing the copious titles and flashy graphics, one could be inclined to stop upon seeing a wide, close-up view of her grin--shiny and toothy with braces. Her eyes squinting behind small, red glasses, it’s hard not to tilt your head and wonder if the woman on screen was purposefully dressed like a toddler who had gotten into their grandma’s closet. This toddler also had a mean pair of scissors, judging by the unkempt bangs that lay over Betty’s face. Her looks aside, Betty maintains her trademark smile, flashing the world with her confidence and determination. For many young Hispanic girls growing up in America, there wasn’t anyone in the media that they could look up to and see themselves in until recently. Besides Dora, Latina actresses/characters were uncommon in the mainstream. There weren’t Hispanic household names for people to recognize besides stereotypical side roles. Latina actresses found it very difficult to find work that wasn't essentially the same, static character. Watching Ugly Betty my mom and other women across America were able to see themselves represented on screen for the first time. Betty looked like us, dreamed like us, and had families like ours. Ugly Betty gives a face to the thousands of women of color in America chasing their dreams--and taking strides to achieve them. If the promise of inclusion and diversity isn’t enough to sway you, Ugly Betty is made up of the most loveable and endearing characters I have seen. From Betty’s loving family to her exuberant coworkers, Ugly Betty captivates audiences young and old with its characters and their relationships. Here we have a young Latina woman who chases her dreams working at a posh fashion magazine. Sticking out at times like a sore thumb, Betty allows her differences to shine. She emphasizes her unique qualities rather than hiding them, as she is proud of her heritage and who she is. Her coworkers Mark and Amanda, who may or may not be the original mean girl/gay best friend duo, are hilariously comedic. Never failing to make me laugh, we as viewers can see their respect for Betty increase as the show goes on--although they never really stop picking on her. Betty is the new assistant for Daniel Meade of Mode (think Vogue, very flashy). Mode is a high-end fashion magazine and Betty does not fit in. Nepo baby Daniel has a risque reputation, which is why Betty is brought in. Her distasteful appearance, Daniel’s father hoped, would kick his son in the arse and cause him to start taking his job seriously. Betty’s family brings warmth to the screen with her flamboyant nephew and bold sister. Betty continues to live with them and her father, who is an immigrant from Mexico. Viewers are given a flawed character, Betty Suarez. She is not remarkable in any way--as she is an average girl from Queens. What makes Ugly Betty so emotionally captivating is that although she is deemed “average” she is the main character. She is desired and has romances. Her Latina-ness isn’t exaggerated to fit a role, and she is content with herself. She leads the story, taking charge of her life and finding ways to make her dreams come true. There is much to learn from Betty, which is why I’ve found myself rewatching it for the fourth time. Oh--also there’s murder, novelas, mystery, glamour, and some of the most gut-wrenching plot twists in television history. Please give it a watch if you find yourself having time. Click on the braces.

I am going to be amazing, I told myself. This is a good idea. Putting in the extra work will truly make me stand out. Being a freshman cross-country runner, I was accustomed to hard work and pain. However, the pain that I had been used to was nothing compared to what I was setting myself up to endure in the future. Constantly overtraining, I would go home and run an extra two miles after every day of practice. At first, this was new, exciting, and hard work. It wasn't before long that I began to feel the extra few miles a little more than I should. Ignoring the ache, I continued to train hard. With every wince of pain, I continued to assure myself that it was only making me stronger and the team would see me as such. It started to become hard to run, let alone walk. I began to have to miss meets on account of my hip pain, which resulted in my absence from the varsity post-season. In the spring of my freshman year, I was diagnosed with bilateral hip tears. Regardless, I was going to keep running. Surgery wasn’t always required for things like this. All of the extra training I pushed through did more harm than good. I was eventually shut down two years later, due to my hips, and would have to miss out on my junior year’s track season. This detrimental mistake, training incorrectly, has given me insight into how to change and grow my skill in many ways and lead others in preventing damaging injuries. After going through my second recovery, I know now more than ever the importance of taking care of myself and not overtraining. Now that I can run again, it is my top priority to maintain my health and help the team in any way that I can. A senior in cross country now, the underclassmen look up to me as an experienced team leader. My mistakes in the past influenced my actions in the future. If I had not made this mistake I would have just continued to run, without ever learning my lesson on the importance of self-care and consistency. Because of all that has happened, I take great care of my body. I am allowing myself to heal and look forward to change. Now that I am healed I have a newfound insight into running and taking care of oneself, which I impliment in leadership on my team. Leadership to me is leading by example and displaying qualities such as perseverance, determination, and kindness. Through my experience running on a severe injury for three years, I have clarity on what is right for an athlete's body and I use it now to lead the team. Aiding freshmen with their runs and injury prevention are two ways I help with leadership. I show them what is important to do in order to maintain a healthy body while in training. Underclassmen come to me with questions regarding their aches and pains, which my coach and I asses. Each day I strive to lead my team effectively, utilizing my knowledge of running and healing to help the other girls. Taking my time to stretch, foam roll, and do strengthening work--I lead by example and inspire others to take time and listen to their bodies. Earning the title of team captain this year, I work to be a role model for the girls on my cross-country team. Leadership is something I work towards both on and off-season, creating a relationship between my teammates and me.

Wiping the drowsiness from our eyes, we sipped virgin mojitos and continued to work late into the night. The taste of lime was sweet on my lips and I blinked the sleep away. My mother and I worked well into the evening on products for the market tomorrow, ensuring everything looked perfect. Thinking about how lucky I am to have her, we continued our assembly line of craft making. My mother is the most influential person in my life due to her work ethic, determination, and unconditional love. Continuously showering me with support, she has stood by my side and is always there for me to lean on. Though we do not always agree, she is now my closest friend as I have gotten older. A mother of four kids, my mom finds the time to teach and run her own business--which she has done for over eleven years. Pushing me to reach my fullest potential, I look up to her as a person and an entrepreneur. She has taught me so much about managing a business and embracing my creativity. Helping me find my footing, I would never have been able to start my shop without her. My mother ensured that my siblings and I would have a better life than she did growing up, adorning my childhood with experiences I’ll remember forever. I’d run to her car after class let out, giggling in anticipation of telling her about my day. Even today, whenever anything happens---good or bad--she is always the first one that I want to tell. Her eyes widening as I restate news, her smiles when I crack a joke; it is so reassuring looking in the mirror and seeing more of her in me as I grow. I can only hope that one day I become as successful and beautiful as she is. Her guiding hand continues to influence me each day. My mother taught me how to have resilience above everything. The copious amounts of things she has accomplished despite what was going on separately are astounding, and I have so much respect for her. What may have seemed insurmountable she proved wrong--taking care of her four kids and running a business amidst the other problems going on in her life. While my father was away in rehab to better himself for a month my mom didn't let it falter her efficiency and way of life. She continued to take my siblings and I to our activities, work on her business, and make our meals. It kept me steady and hopeful seeing her persevere despite my father's absence. Now that he has returned, she maintains her loving guidance and inspires me to remain positive during turmoil. I try to act in the ways she would in certain situations, responding with grace and awareness of others. I hope to become more like her as I age--both in resilience as well as kindness.

The glass breaking came before the yelling, and I jolted awake. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I wearily got out of bed. Sitting outside my door was my little sister, eyes round and luminous as the moon. It was apparent she had been crying, and together we went to see if my brothers were awake. Huddled together under old sheets, they looked up at me with trembling lips. “Want to have a sleepover?” I asked, a reassuring smile on my face. My father is an alcoholic. This has been the greatest driving force in my life, as it has influenced the way I live my life. The sporadic damaging instances of substance abuse in my family scattered across my childhood have shaped me into who I am, but they do not define me. Not being able to control my father--how he treated others, and himself–drove me to have an affinity for things I could manage such as my grades, extracurriculars, schedule, diet, and relationships. I could control how hard I trained in track and cross-country, earning varsity positions for both. I could keep myself busy with the National Honors Society and IB Art. I could control my success, creating a business for myself that would highlight to everyone how creative and entrepreneurial I was. Most importantly, I could control how my siblings perceived my father and how they grew up. I didn't want them to have the view that I did on him, to write the things I wrote in my journals, or to find the bottles I found haphazardly. A box under my desk held plastic containers of that poison I had found strewn about the house, kept hidden so my siblings wouldn’t stumble upon one. I’d have “sleepovers” with them whenever we could hear yelling from downstairs, distracting them from the glass shattering and door slamming. Reading stories to my siblings and playing games during times of turmoil, I desperately shaped the childhood I would have wanted for myself. The oldest of four, I always felt it my responsibility to be the “parent” when things went south. Having to grow up quickly, it was always me who found the light in an otherwise bleak situation. Watching my siblings’ expressions change from fear to joy reassured me that I was doing a good job and that they would have more positive memories of times that I now recall with my jaw clenched. Over time, due to my father’s blunders, I became more compassionate and loving. I have grown in how I treat others, especially my family. Simple acts of planning my sister’s outfits and playing board games with my brother emphasized the importance of one’s relationship with their siblings. This is now applicable to all aspects of my life, as I am the friend that many people turn to when they need to talk to someone. My empathy and protective qualities make me more understanding of others, and create a comfortable environment for those around me. I pride myself in being a friend that anyone could lean on if they needed it, always ready to listen and offer help. Growing up analyzing my father’s tendencies and alcoholism influenced my way of thinking about people, and I am very perceptive of others’ traits. Now sixteen months sober, I could not be more proud of my father. Although he is a new man, the scars still run deep. I will continue to apply what I have learned about people and love in all aspects of my life, paving a new road of forgiveness for my siblings and me.

Small hands poking at my legs, I heard an eruption of laughter before I went to chase them around. An army of six-year-olds bolted in the opposite direction, their giggles chiming in my ears. Running through the woods, I pretended I was too slow to catch them and fell to my knees, smiling along with the preschoolers. The eldest of four, I have always found it my responsibility to be the third "parent" of the house. Influencing my thoughts, actions, and life, children have persistently been at the epicenter of my time. Whether it was working at a children's summer camp, babysitting, or teaching swim lessons--I love working with kids. Striving to be the best older sister I can be, I work every day to spend time with my siblings and make them feel special. As someone without an elder sibling, I understand how hard it can be at times when one doesn't have an adolescent role model to look up to. Through my volunteering work with kids, I try to emulate the feeling of having an older sister to confide in. Befriending the children at my work, I laugh along and talk to them while they play. Holding their hands on hikes and painting their faces at events brings me so much joy to get one to crack a smile. The importance of having a positive role model one can confide in is very important, as many children grow up lacking someone like this. Role models provide children with guidance, inspiration, and comfort--encouraging them to strive to be the best versions of themselves. Comfort is a very integral factor of development in my opinion, and I carry with me the intent to be someone who people can feel comfortable around. Through my volunteer work at a local preschool, I am able to build meaningful relationships with children who may not have already had someone to confide in. Utilizing both what I have learned from being an older sister and working with children in the past, I lead by example and create a comfortable environment for younger kids to express their emotions effectively. This has provided me with copious amounts of practice speaking with children and helping them handle how they are feeling while interacting with others and their environment. I apply what I have learned from all of my endeavors to other pursuits, all of which are intertwined. Volunteering at a preschool helps me understand children's mood swings when I'm babysitting. Doing a run club with my younger cousin influences how I talk to kids while I teach swim lessons. Playing games with my siblings gives me an idea of how different age demographics of kids will react to activities at the summer camp where I work. All of my related activities regarding children entwine together to aid in my knowledge of working with kids. In the future I plan to major in psychology and use my degree to help children of all ages better handle their emotions in a more positive manner. My experiences from volunteering at a local preschool impacted my life goals, as I found how much I enjoy helping kids learn and feel comfortable talking about difficult things. Making use of my background in working with adolescents, I hope to one day be able to apply my knowledge in a professional setting--doing what I love and creating a safe space for all children.

The aroma of fresh crepes woke me up, and I rolled out of bed in an instant frenzy. Made fresh every morning, this was just one of the many perks of my perfect Barbie dream house. Adorned in whipped cream and strawberries, I would stuff my face each morning with whatever food I desired. The pantry would be a room rather than a closet, and would contain all the ingredients from my favorite cuisines. The table would stretch long and have many chairs for all of my family to sit around. Each day we’d prepare luxurious meals and gaze out of the veranda. Overlooking a vast countryside, the large french windows would be open every morning to let the light in. Long, white curtains blow in the wind. This perfect house would have a plethora of different plant species living within of its walls. Pothos would creep down railings, with spider plants dropping from the ceiling. I’d have a massive library with every book I’ve ever read or had the intention of reading. The bookcases would reach the ceiling and have a ladder that swings around. In my Barbie dream house I’d lounge on my plush emerald green chairs. Gold embellishments would furnish small spaces around the home. Doorknobs, archways, and handles would have small intricate designs on them—done by me. I’d have an art studio where I’d have room to actually hang all my work. There would be music playing, with a grand piano by the main entrance. Within the dream house I’d have a few cats prowling around, who would stare longingly at the fish in my aquatic tank. Species of all kinds would swim around, and I would be able to go inside too. Floating alongside my favorite sea turtles, I’d be able to take a dip whenever I like. Outside of the Barbie dream house would be a garden lush with wildflowers and plants to attract pollinators. Each day I’d be greeted with wildlife flying around the yard. Gorgeous butterflies would lay eggs on the milkweed for my mom to find. There would be a large greenhouse, in which all of my vegetables would be kept. Fruit trees would grow tall, so tall that I would be able to pick fresh peaches and plums from my balcony upstairs. A old spiral staircase leads to the roof, as I would go up here to gaze at the stars. Up there scattered to the side are solar panels, which generate energy for the whole house. On the other side of the roof would be a gigantic telescope. When the sky is clear and my favorite celestial bodies are visible I would invite my friends and family to come view the night sky with me. Looking into the telescope I’d map out my favorite constellations and sketch them the next day in my studio. Taped drawings and paintings of my work would clutter the walls and make it feel more homey. When I need to wind down I’d find myself back in the kitchen. This barbie dream house contains a separate cabinet dedicated to tea. The finest earl greys from Europe and green teas from Japan would always be in stock within my own home. I’d stroke my kitten named Beans as I sip tea and grow sleepy under the glow of all my candles. Blowing them each out I would head to my queen sized bed and snuggle up among my pile of stuffed animals. The Barbie dream house would go silent, but the sound of crickets and trees blowing in the wind would lull me to sleep.