Hobbies and interests
Basketball
Dance
Ceramics And Pottery
Soccer
Softball
Baking
Fashion
Speech and Debate
Reading
Academic
Social Issues
Biography
Business
Cultural
Drama
Health
Humanities
Food and Drink
Humor
Psychology
Leadership
I read books multiple times per month
Brianna Ginyard
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WinnerBrianna Ginyard
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WinnerBio
During my time in high school, sports became an outlet for me. If I wasn’t feeling motivated to work out, or needed time to be around my teammates, it was a consistent challenge waiting for me at the end of the academic day. Sports allowed me to build friendships and trust with many of my peers that I would not have been able to build within a classroom setting. As the COVID-19 cases reached an all-time high within the country, students were sent home and seasons were canceled. This was a bittersweet time for me because although I loved being home, I became disconnected from my boarding school community. There wasn’t any bonding time, because classes were virtual, and I missed my afternoon release of attending practice or playing in a game. Especially for someone like me, who walked onto the court and field without any confidence in myself or trust in others, practice and games became the highlight of my day. Even when losing, there is something special about feeling the hunger and drive to win. In addition, it is a remarkable feeling seeing my teammates smile when they make a shot, watching them grow throughout the season and building trust between us. All of these moments showed me how special being a part of a team can be. My support system is my team it's what kept me up and on the right path. my ultimate goal in life is to have helped as many people as I possibly could leaving behind my legacy in this world known for the better.
Education
Oldfields School
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Doctoral degree program (PhD, MD, JD, etc.)
Majors of interest:
- Law
- Criminology
- Criminal Justice and Corrections, General
- International/Globalization Studies
- Psychology, General
- Sociology
- Sociology and Anthropology
- Clinical, Counseling and Applied Psychology
Career
Dream career field:
Law Practice
Dream career goals:
company founder for non profits
Floor worker
Hot point2020 – 20211 year
Sports
Soccer
Varsity2021 – 20221 year
Awards
- Coaches Award
Field Hockey
Varsity2018 – 20191 year
Softball
Varsity2020 – Present4 years
Basketball
Varsity2019 – Present5 years
Basketball
Junior Varsity2018 – 20191 year
Arts
Oldfields school
Theatre2018 – 2019Oldfields school
Infinity Step Team2020 – PresentOS Dance Company
Dance2018 – Presentoldfields school
Ceramics2018 – Present
Public services
Volunteering
Uptown Hub — Assistant2020 – 2021
Future Interests
Advocacy
Politics
Volunteering
Philanthropy
Entrepreneurship
Rita's First-Gen Scholarship
Growing up in a Black single-parent household, I was always reminded that knowledge is power. In the long run, this is what got the bills paid. Having me at a young age, my mother worked hard to provide me with the best education while continuing her own. I’ve always had many strong female role models who continued to pursue the highest level of education possible in their fields. As I’ve gotten older, I understand why my mother and others pushed me to embody a strong work ethic. My mother wanted me to be recognized for my work and skillset, not what I looked like. She placed me in schools where I would be challenged and would excel, even if it was not what I had envisioned my life to be.
Prior to enrolling at Oldfields School in Fall 2018, I attended a magnet school in Manhattan. At Washington Heights, Expeditionary Learning School (WHEELS), my seventh-grade teacher, Ms. Junius, and eighth-grade teacher, Ms. Folger, were both influential in my development as a student and as a young Black woman. I appreciated their honesty as educators. Not only did I understand what I was learning, but both women made it a mission to help us understand why what we were learning was important. Understanding the importance of people’s perspectives of the world. Both teachers told the truth and did not sugarcoat the ins and outs of our nation's history, making sure that their students were learning the full story, not just the story of the victors. I will forever cherish this experience with multicultural education because it has helped me become a more well-rounded person in ways I never thought possible.
At Oldfields, I’ve come to realize how much I miss being in a diverse classroom. Here, it’s not uncommon for me to be the only Black student in the class. Initially, this was a shock to me because I didn’t know who supported me. I felt at times that I was walking into a room blind, not knowing what obstacles I would face or where the walls stood. I withheld many thoughts and opinions regarding certain topics that were being taught in class because I felt as though no one would understand or even be willing to have a deeper understanding, listening to my perspectives on historical and cultural topics.
I allowed these thoughts to make me feel that I was confined to a box, feeling that I would only be able to succeed if I kept my head down and did what was expected of me. During my sophomore year, things began to shift. Before the start of the next school year, the school finally began to get called out for past oppressions against minority students which could no longer be ignored. I started to feel like doors were replacing the walls. Now, I am able to vocalize how I feel. My voice has returned and I am able to breathe in relief even for that moment when someone is willing to listen.
I feel as if it is my purpose to speak up and out, not only about the unjust acts within my education but within the world. Wanting to pursue a career in Criminal Justice, I want to become a lawyer to speak up for the voiceless as I previously felt. I want to help bring change to systems that were not created to support those from backgrounds similar to mine. Making changes in places I feel important such as education systems, incarceration systems, and many other places that currently oppress the African-American community and other minorities
Eleven Scholarship
Growing up in a Black single-parent household, I was always reminded that knowledge is power. In the long run, this is what got the bills paid. Having me at a young age, my mother worked hard to provide me with the best education while continuing her own. I’ve always had many strong female role models who continued to pursue the highest level of education possible in their fields. As I’ve gotten older, I understand why my mother and others pushed me to embody a strong work ethic. My mother wanted me to be recognized for my work and skillset, not what I looked like. She placed me in schools where I would be challenged and would excel, even if it was not what I had envisioned my life to be.
Prior to enrolling at Oldfields School in Fall 2018, I attended a magnet school in Manhattan. At Washington Heights, Expeditionary Learning School (WHEELS), my seventh-grade teacher, Ms. Junius, and eighth-grade teacher, Ms. Folger, were both influential in my development as a student and as a young Black woman. I appreciated their honesty as educators. Not only did I understand what I was learning, but both women made it a mission to help us understand why what we were learning was important. Understanding the importance of people’s perspectives of the world. Both teachers told the truth and did not sugarcoat the ins and outs of our nation's history, making sure that their students were learning the full story, not just the story of the victors. I will forever cherish this experience with multicultural education because it has helped me become a more well-rounded person in ways I never thought possible.
At Oldfields, I’ve come to realize how much I miss being in a diverse classroom. Here, it’s not uncommon for me to be the only Black student in the class. Initially, this was a shock to me because I didn’t know who supported me. I felt at times that I was walking into a room blind, not knowing what obstacles I would face or where the walls stood. I withheld many thoughts and opinions regarding certain topics that were being taught in class because I felt as though no one would understand or even be willing to have a deeper understanding, listening to my perspectives on historical and cultural topics.
I allowed these thoughts to make me feel that I was confined to a box, feeling that I would only be able to succeed if I kept my head down and did what was expected of me. During my sophomore year, things began to shift. Before the start of the next school year, the school finally began to get called out for past oppressions against minority students which could no longer be ignored. I started to feel like doors were replacing the walls. Now, I am able to vocalize how I feel. My voice has returned and I am able to breathe in relief even for that moment when someone is willing to listen.
I feel as if it is my purpose to speak up and out, not only about the unjust acts within my education but within the world. Wanting to pursue a career in Criminal Justice, I want to become a lawyer to speak up for the voiceless as I previously felt. I want to help bring change to systems that were not created to support those from backgrounds similar to mine. Making changes in places I feel important such as education systems, incarceration systems, and many other places that currently oppress the African-American community and other minorities
Jae'Sean Tate BUILT Scholarship
Growing up in a Black single-parent household, I was always reminded that knowledge is power. In the long run, this is what got the bills paid. Having me at a young age, my mother worked hard to provide me with the best education while continuing her own. I’ve always had many strong female role models who continued to pursue the highest level of education possible in their fields. As I’ve gotten older, I understand why my mother and others pushed me to embody a strong work ethic. My mother wanted me to be recognized for my work and skillset, not what I looked like. She placed me in schools where I would be challenged and would excel, even if it was not what I had envisioned my life to be.
Before enrolling at Oldfields School in Fall 2018, I attended a magnet school in Manhattan. At Washington Heights, Expeditionary Learning School (WHEELS), my seventh-grade teacher, Ms. Junius, and eighth-grade teacher, Ms. Folger, were both influential in my development as a student and as a young Black woman. I appreciated their honesty as educators. Not only did I understand what I was learning, but both women made it a mission to help us understand why what we were learning was important. Understanding the importance of people’s perspectives of the world. Both teachers told the truth and did not sugarcoat the ins and outs of our nation's history, making sure that their students were learning the full story, not just the story of the victors. I will forever cherish this experience with multicultural education because it has helped me become a more well-rounded person in ways I never thought possible.
At Oldfields, I’ve come to realize how much I miss being in a diverse classroom. Here, it’s not uncommon for me to be the only Black student in the class. Initially, this was a shock to me because I didn’t know who supported me. I felt at times that I was walking into a room blind, not knowing what obstacles I would face or where the walls stood. I withheld many thoughts and opinions regarding certain topics that were being taught in class because I felt as though no one would understand or even be willing to have a deeper understanding, listening to my perspectives on historical and cultural topics.
I allowed these thoughts to make me feel that I was confined to a box, feeling that I would only be able to succeed if I kept my head down and did what was expected of me. During my sophomore year, things began to shift. Before the start of the next school year, the school finally began to get called out for past oppressions against minority students which could no longer be ignored. I started to feel like doors were replacing the walls. Now, I can vocalize how I feel. My voice has returned and I can breathe in relief even for that moment when someone is willing to listen.
I feel as if it is my purpose to speak up and out, not only about the unjust acts within my education but within the world. Wanting to pursue a career in Criminal Justice, I want to become a lawyer to speak up for the voiceless as I previously felt. I want to help bring change to systems that were not created to support those from backgrounds similar to mine. Making changes in places I feel important such as education systems, incarceration systems, and many other places that currently oppress the African-American community and other minorities