Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted throughout our campus community, I’m committed to spreading this powerful message with the primary goal of raising awareness about the importance of inclusivity and breaking down the barriers created by societal stereotypes. While preconceived notions and misconceptions create division and hinder the integration of students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students love and enjoy. Although the classroom would become cluttered as paper was thrown across the room and desks were colored with markers, witnessing the students’ faces light up after completing their projects made it worth the time spent planning the activities and cleaning up. New members are wary of the special needs students. However, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Lani, and more, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise. My mother's two cancer diagnoses over the last five years have been an emotional rollercoaster. I took on household chores, accompanied my mom, and scratched her back whenever she wanted, learning to be someone to rely on while balancing schoolwork and extracurriculars. As my mother recovered, my desire to learn about the human body grew. I registered for the school’s sports medicine course in my sophomore year, eager to learn about injuries and rehabilitation. Now, I’m taking dual enrollment in kinesiology while shadowing the school’s athletic trainer, a fortunate opportunity the teacher put out last year in October. On a typical day, the injured athletes buzz in the athletic trainer’s room. The athletic trainer greets them enthusiastically, cracking jokes while asking about their well-being, and the athletes joke back, addressing each other on a first-name basis. With every new athlete comes a valuable learning experience, and I take in how the athletic trainer evaluates and conducts every case, from special tests to taping and rehabilitation exercises and dealing with the vast personalities of his patients. Observing firsthand how the athletic trainer works with his patients and learning from him gave me a deeper understanding and appreciation for medical professionals. Not only do they have to be knowledgeable in their occupations in the ever-expanding field of healthcare, but they also have to perform their skills with integrity yet compassionately, which takes years to attain. And I hope to achieve this one day, to help my mom and the many others I will encounter as a nurse. But to begin, I want to challenge myself and be the best possible version I can be. I can’t wait to learn and apply concepts from classes to practices, all of which will prepare me to lead and serve as a future healthcare professional. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

When I was seven, I swore to form a positive impact on at least two people every year. This childhood ambition has not only been met but exceeded, specifically through my experiences where I’ve reached out to the intellectually disabled students in my community. As someone born hearing impaired, I stood out from my peers. Thus, in my sophomore year, I jolted my name down on the sign-up sheet for Firebird Buddies without a second thought. I’m glad I did. As the president now of the Firebird Buddies, I’ve fostered friendships between the special needs students and my peers. Believing that inclusivity should be celebrated and promoted, I’ve planned our district’s Buddies Ball this fall. While preconceived notions and misconceptions hinder integrating students with disabilities into the broader student body, I’ve challenged these biases by organizing activities, such as crafting, chatting sessions, and game days, which students enjoy. Although the classroom would become messy after activities, witnessing faces brighten after completing projects made it worth the time spent planning and cleaning up. Although members are initially wary about the special needs students, they grow to understand every one of them. Jenny isn’t just someone with Williams syndrome; she’s someone with contagious laughter. Juan isn’t just someone with Down syndrome; he knows Ariana Grande’s songs by heart. And there’s Danellia, Justin, and Lani, each with their quirks. And that’s the most fulfilling part of presiding this club: opening the eyes of my peers to others they wouldn’t have known otherwise.

Imagine learning the news of your loved one’s cancer diagnosis. Wouldn’t you be devastated? Now multiply that by two. That was how I felt when my mom got colon cancer in eighth grade and later breast cancer in my sophomore year of high school. Not sure what to do, I accompanied her as she did her physical therapy exercises. I took on household chores, washed her hair, and gave her massages. As time passed, my mom regained her strength, and so did my curiosity about the human body. I signed up for my school’s sports medicine class. That winter, I discovered dual enrollment and took the general psychology course at De Anza College, giving me insight into how my mom may have felt through her recovery. The nutrition course I took the following spring led me to unearth broccoli sprouts and their high sulforaphane amounts, promising for health and preventing cancerous effects. I’m proud to say that my family’s health has improved since I’ve grown broccoli sprouts, as evidenced by our blood tests. Right now, I’m taking kinesiology on-campus through dual enrollment with Foothill College. I’m also taking physiology and shadowing my school’s athletic trainer. I visit the athletic trainer’s room at least once every week. It’s there that I can learn more in-depth about anatomy and the human body, getting my questions answered. I’ve witnessed the rehabilitation of a Grade Two ACL tear and countless tape jobs. I’m learning so many exciting things, and the athletic trainer told us we could apply our knowledge to actual cases when we become more experienced. I can’t wait for the day I’ll use H.O.P.S. to evaluate an injury. Nevertheless, there are so many things I have yet to learn. Admittedly, I got scared looking at the ankle diagrams and worksheets we received yesterday; there were many terms I didn’t know. But simultaneously, I’m enthralled and exhilarated at the amount of knowledge we’re fed. And I hope to learn more. To do this, I plan to attend college, where I will be able to further my interest in the human body while maintaining my hobbies (art, badminton, and helping others). I hope to develop as a confident individual, eventually assisting others in their journey to recovery and giving back to my community. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Imagine learning the news of your loved one’s cancer diagnosis. Wouldn’t you be devastated? Now multiply that by two. That was how I felt when my mom got colon cancer in eighth grade and later breast cancer in my sophomore year of high school. Not sure what to do, I accompanied her as she did her physical therapy exercises. I took on household chores, washed her hair, and gave her massages. As time passed, my mom regained her strength, and so did my curiosity about the human body. I signed up for my school’s sports medicine class. That winter, I discovered dual enrollment and took the general psychology course at De Anza College, giving me insight into how my mom may have felt through her recovery. The nutrition course I took the following spring led me to unearth broccoli sprouts and their high sulforaphane amounts, promising for health and preventing cancerous effects. I’m proud to say that my family’s health has improved since I’ve grown broccoli sprouts, as evidenced by our blood tests. Right now, I’m taking kinesiology on-campus through dual enrollment with Foothill College. I’m also taking physiology and shadowing my school’s athletic trainer. I visit the athletic trainer’s room at least once every week. It’s there that I can learn more in-depth about anatomy and the human body, getting my questions answered. I’ve witnessed the rehabilitation of a Grade Two ACL tear and countless tape jobs. I’m learning so many exciting things, and the athletic trainer told us we could apply our knowledge to actual cases when we become more experienced. I can’t wait for the day I’ll use H.O.P.S. to evaluate an injury. Nevertheless, there are so many things I have yet to learn. Admittedly, I got scared looking at the ankle diagrams and worksheets we received yesterday; there were many terms I didn’t know. But simultaneously, I’m enthralled and exhilarated at the amount of knowledge we’re fed. And I hope to learn more. To do this, I plan to attend college, where I will be able to further my interest in the human body while maintaining my hobbies (art, badminton, and helping others). I hope to develop as a confident individual, eventually assisting others in their journey to recovery and giving back to my community. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.

Imagine learning the news of your loved one’s cancer diagnosis. Wouldn’t you be devastated? Now multiply that by two. That was how I felt when my mom got colon cancer in eighth grade and later breast cancer in my sophomore year of high school. Not sure what to do, I accompanied her as she did her physical therapy exercises. I took on household chores, washed her hair, and gave her massages. As time passed, my mom regained her strength, and so did my curiosity about the human body. I signed up for my school’s sports medicine class. That winter, I discovered dual enrollment and took the general psychology course at De Anza College, giving me insight into how my mom may have felt through her recovery. The nutrition course I took the following spring led me to unearth broccoli sprouts and their high sulforaphane amounts, promising for health and preventing cancerous effects. I’m proud to say that my family’s health has improved since I’ve grown broccoli sprouts, as evidenced by our blood tests. Right now, I’m taking kinesiology on-campus through dual enrollment with Foothill College. I’m also taking physiology and shadowing my school’s athletic trainer. I visit the athletic trainer’s room at least once every week. It’s there that I can learn more in-depth about anatomy and the human body, getting my questions answered. I’ve witnessed the rehabilitation of a Grade Two ACL tear and countless tape jobs. I’m learning so many exciting things, and the athletic trainer told us we could apply our knowledge to actual cases when we become more experienced. I can’t wait for the day I’ll use H.O.P.S. to evaluate an injury. Nevertheless, there are so many things I have yet to learn. Admittedly, I got scared looking at the ankle diagrams and worksheets we received yesterday; there were many terms I didn’t know. But simultaneously, I’m enthralled and exhilarated at the amount of knowledge we’re fed. And I hope to learn more. To do this, I plan to attend college, where I will be able to further my interest in the human body while maintaining my hobbies (art, badminton, and helping others). I hope to develop as a confident individual, eventually assisting others in their journey to recovery and giving back to my community. While I’m happy to say I’ve been accepted to the University of San Francisco’s direct nursing program this upcoming fall, the one-year attendance cost is nearly $80k. Thus, this scholarship will not only provide me with the means to pursue higher education but also be a great stepping stone to help me achieve my dream of becoming a nurse.