Being a first generation student is one of the most empowering aspects of my identity. Trekking into this unknown territory headfirst gives me the courage to seize each day. However, I did not always feel this way. In fact, I was miserable when I first started my journey. I felt chained by the weight of my own cluelessness, and the lack of support behind me. I was discouraged by the sheer number of students who had alumni parents, parents with masters and PHDs, and just parents who understood. I was underdeveloped compared to my peers who knew the ebbs and flows of campus life. I didn’t even know how to enroll in classes my freshman year, and called my counsellor in absolute tears. Unlike many, my parents actively choose not to understand university, nor express pride or satisfaction. And I really cannot blame them. However, as baffling as their perspective is, they shaped my drive to get into university. Growing up akin to many immigrant children, academic rigour, extracurricular excellency and general well roundedness was an expectation and a given. My parents sacrifices needed validity; and that was shown through the success of their children. And therefore, the higher one moved along in their primary schooling, the more intense the pressure would become. However, my parents entirely let loose once I had hit the 10th grade. Years of screaming matches, belittlement, disappointment… suddenly rescinded? I soon discovered why: My mother and father had confessed they did not complete the 10th grade; and that the choice was mine. Whether I wanted to be foolish like them and drop out, dip in my academic performance, continue my streak; again, the choice was mine. It felt like a trick question; like this some cruel prank. But this was not so. They genuinely meant this remark; and still to this day their words ring in my mind. The choice is mine. Ironically, maybe this was their way of pushing my academic successes beyond my limits. I reflect back on my high school days with amazement and still cannot process how I had balanced so much on my plate. This conversation we exchanged encouraged me to become the best version of myself. The result was worth it though; the golden ticket being a one way admission to UC Berkeley. When I got accepted to university, my mother was confused. She didn’t even know what UC Berkeley was. My dad told me he was busy and to talk later. At the time, I was so disappointed in their reception, and even sometimes today, their detached attitudes sting a little. But this is the way they show their care; my parents embody tough love. Yes; while they did not ever attend university, they again willingly stay ignorant and disengaged when it comes down to it. However this forced me to become a staunch advocate for myself. I had to reach out and ask for help, access resources, and participate more and more in classes to stand out because I had no parents to help. Initially, I always thought attending university was a given. But after my 10th grade revelation, I realised I really did have the choice in this life to pursue what I wanted for myself. I never prepared myself for university because I didn’t know what to expect, like many first generation students. However, what I did come prepared with was determination and the shared strong will that I got from my parents. And in spite of their peculiarity, they continue to be my driving force in attaining higher education.

My entire life, I have been a staunch advocate for equitable education for all. Education is an empowering tool that can transform lives from its sheer influence. It is a tool of unity, positivity and emancipation- especially for those hailing from underserved communities. As I continue along my journey of higher education in environmental science, I am driven by a passion to contribute towards the betterment of underserved areas around the world. Every day, I forever count my blessings of going to university. I know for many, such an opportunity is inaccessible. I want to change this narrative. I want to help communities faced with disparities and barriers from attaining education to reach heights they never knew were possible. For me, I come from a family of immigrants. Immigrants who fled war, invasion and modern colonialism. Immigrants who escaped oppression of the cruellest calibre; watching their friends die and their villages rampaged. I forever admire their bravery in leaving what once was, and embarking on the journey to a new country, hoping for ample, safer livelihoods. But that was not the case. It was almost as if fate was destined to repeat itself. My family and I grew up in marginalised communities. We were socioeconomically disadvantaged and inept in society's eyes. From a young age, I was exposed to the harsh realities faced by by people like me who lacked access to essential resources, quality education, and opportunities for growth. Furthermore, the physical health of many around me was poor. I always thought respiratory illnesses, cancer and abnormal food was a “normal,” phenomenon growing up. As I got older, I realised this was the result of environmental racism. This struggle was so prominent within my community- and many more. This was my catalyst for addressing the systemic autocracy through higher education. And therefore, not wanting our struggles to define us, my family fostered my curiosity of our natural world and justice and held my education in the highest regard. I firmly believe that education has the power to break the cycle of poverty and create lasting change. I am a prime example of this. As I traversed through the school system, I witnessed first hand that by equipping individuals with knowledge, skills, and resources, education can serve as a catalyst for revolution and positive change. As I learned about the issues plaguing my community in a more “formal,” educational context using scientific, social and mathematical disciplines, I felt empowered. But I also soon realised how interlaced injustice is with a lack of education. If I did not receive the education I did, I would not know that institutional racism runs rampant EVERYWHERE, including our environments, something I am incredibly passionate about. Therefore, I plan to major in environmental science, as it offers a comprehensive approach to address various issues faced by disadvantaged populations- especially the physical health and wellbeing of our communities. An environmental science degree will equip me with the necessary skills to assess community needs, provide support systems, advocate for policy changes, and implement sustainable initiatives. My personal experiences, coupled with a profound belief in the transformative power of education, have ignited a deep commitment within me to positively impact underserved areas around the world, specifically interconnected with their environments. Through pursuing a degree in Environmental Science, actively engaging in community involvement, advocating for policy changes, and initiating collaborative initiatives, I aspire to contribute towards creating more equitable and prosperous communities. By utilising my education to empower marginalised individuals like myself and addressing the systemic disparities they face, I am determined to be an agent of positive change.

To be intentional is to be deliberate; but to be entirely sustainable requires further effort. Underneath the meticulous consideration of each action is a motivation; a motivation to be kinder to our communities and our greater planet. Our planet is our vessel for living, and sustainability ensures that our planet and her people can continue to live here and thrive for generations and generations. This unwavering dedication for our future manifests itself into the decisions we make, in hopes that one individual can contribute to a lasting, impactful change for all. However now more than ever, large factorial corporations contribute the most to our staggering carbon footprint. And in a hypocritical blame game, these corporations claim that consumers need to micromanage their choices to save the planet, while they continue to release fossil fuels into our climate and feed us products that plunge environmental and public health deeper into a crisis. But there is a countermovement: always. Community building, support and revolution. The power of education, alongside these tools of power, allow us to learn about our rights as people who care deeply for each other and our planet, and take our knowledge to the forefront. Whether that forefront be protest, lending a helping hand to fellow human, flora or fauna, joining an applicable career; environmental injustice unites us, and furthers our motivation to be sustainable and bring about change. For me specifically, growing up with what I deemed as standard habits were actually carefully curated choices passed down from generation to generation. Hoarding of plastic and paper bags to line our trash cans, using ice cream tubs and glass jars to store leftovers over and over again, using “undesirable,” parts of food such as Watermelon rinds in cooking are just a few to name. I grew up in a household that valued zero waste and reusability and repurposing, even in eclectic ways. While a lot of these methods stemmed from my family’s own scarcity trauma, in hindsight, their knowledge also modelled the principles of sustainability without ever really knowing it. “Ecological integrity,” by sourcing renewable materials and properly disposing of non-biodegradable sources or repurposing them for the betterment of our ecosystems; “Social equity,” by sharing such knowledge with all people, regardless of their backgrounds. “Economic efficiency,” by not overconsuming and being modest with our belongings and what we really needed; and “Intergenerational equity,” by ensuring the generations living under my household had the same access to these materials. It is impossible to be entirely sustainable, even with the aforementioned factors. We live within a system that mocks us for not doing enough yet mass-produces the very problems they criticise us for. What matters is, in a complete wrap around way, the intentionality of our actions and our deeply burning desire to see sustainability carried out in an ideal world. Reducing my own carbon footprint is so important to me. Because if large corporations are not going to; if certain individuals can't due to extenuating circumstances; then I will be that beacon of hope for our planet and people by making intentional, sustainable choices. These are choices I make thanks to my upbringing, methods I learned from my educational institute, choices I will implement from elders and friends; my community here on Earth.

I have lived much of my newfound adult life shouldering a hefty fortitude: that is, using my independence to tackle my mental health. Even in spite of the rising “mental health matters,” movement, the support behind it is still largely performative. Stigma is embedded within countless communities; especially the ones I reside in. Even the notion of suggesting “sadness,” or anything inept is taboo. I cherish my upbringing, but it has been the bearer of many of the issues I shoulder. And it has also been formulative in shame; shame of reaching out for help; shame for acting and feeling the way I do. Living at home, I simply had no time to experience my own state of being; I was practically performing for the satisfaction of everyone around me. My routine was robotic, and I in turn felt the same way too. Stellar grades, solid athletic career, extensive volunteer and internship experience. Nothing phased me, as I was simply striving to be better; nonhuman. I expected university to be the same. I was sorely mistaken. I was sorely human. By the time I was 2 weeks into courses, I couldn’t pull myself out of bed to attend a single lecture, no matter how late in the day it was. I worked over 40 hours a week, did the bare minimum in my coursework and I felt miserable. I felt ashamed. And if I were to tell anyone back home… I did not want to burden them or even suggest such ineptitude. I remember one day, my facade crumbled. This laziness wasn’t of my own volition. I loved my education— I loved the challenge and thrill of scholastic vigour— but I just couldn’t express why I felt this way. I sobbed to one of my professors, embarrassed as I was ashamed. I told him my whole life story in a manic fury. His cold disposition reminded me all too much of the disappointment of my parents. Once I had finished my ramblings, he curtly told me his office hours had concurred and to turn in my late work, otherwise he would drop me from the class. Before he ushered me out, he told me that maybe I was hormonal. To be a woman is to perform. To be a woman is to forever be belittled. I remember my sadness transformed into rage; into pettiness. In an ironic feat, it was this professor’s coldness that made me realise that I was worthy of help. That I was more than the trivialising assumptions he made from my gender. In a treacherous journey of self-discovery and fishing for resources, I managed to receive a one on one consultation where my list of mental health diagnoses never ended; ADHD, depression, anxiety, PTSD. The irony only increased. Being robotic for so long concealed my true self— someone pleading for acceptance; guidance. As I mentioned earlier, much of the mental health space is still largely stigmatised and inaccessible, especially as a young woman. Unfortunately, I cannot let my parents know I am even seeking professional help! This places me in a loophole where I need to work extra hard to provide the financial means to place myself into therapy, but of course, overworking can lead to more mental strain. Regardless, I know the strides I take to get better are part of prioritising my mental health and making it a goal to heal my scars of the past, and improve as a young , working woman going forward.

With sweaty palms engulfing a crumpled twenty dollar bill, my unwavering determination had me stride to my local Best Buy to buy Super Smash Bros Brawl. My parents mused at my persistence and naivete. They knew nothing about video games, lest that they were violent and did not belong in our home. So how was it they were allowing me to buy a FIGHTING video game? Though my parents stubbornness was their most prominent trait, they were persuaded through an oddly simple means. Super Smash Bros Brawl created a sense of community and a sense of belonging, purpose and confidence for my younger self. I would often be left at after school programs due to my parents working or being busy. Reading the Percy Jackson series, collecting rocks from the school gutters and doing the basics of multiplication became redundant and rather boring. There was only so much I could do to keep myself occupied. The only other kids in the after school program were a bunch of high schoolers who hogged the Wii. And what was I, a primary school girl, to do with a hoard of boys who quite frankly scared me with their antics? I took the plunge anyways, as I was curious to know what their constant hollering was about. I soon saw them play a game with characters I had recognized due to their popularity within pop culture: Princess Peach, Link, Kirby. But they were all in one game! My mind was absolutely blown. I pushed my way into the crowd of boys. "Kirby shouldn't be with Link! It doesn't make sense," "Exactly!" responded one of the boys, his eyes glued to the screen. "Which is why I gotta beat him! Watch this." I matched their vigour and intensity, my eyes also watching their gameplay. Link lunged forward, his master sword shining in a grungey, graphical glory. Kirby's pink self was launched into the abyss. Laughter and screams erupted from the boys and the match was promptly concluded after the "GAME!" annoucnement. After exchanging simultaneous niceties and crude remarks, they handed me the Wii controller to play a round. I had never played a video game before in my life and had no idea what I was doing! The group of boys, though entirely unexpected, assisted my plight in maneuvering the world of Super Smash Bros Brawl. They set me up against a CPU and taught me the controls. My grubby little hands, sweating with anticipation, slowly mastered the basics of Super Smash Bros. I will never forget the excitement of knocking out my first enemy. The entire room was filled with a fervor that was entirely unmatched. This glory of mine was later interrupted: I was collected by the teacher's aid to go home. I never had a day within the after school program that had passed so quickly; I wanted to stay, in fact! And as the days, weeks, and even months passed, I anticipated after school with passion. My parents noticed the drastic improvement in my mentality and how eager I had become: and it was all attributed to a video game. A video game which changed the trajectory of my development. Holding that twenty dollar bill, the sweat reminding me of holding the Wii controller, I finally found Brawl on the top shelf. At this point, it was Summer break. I would never be seeing these boys again, as they had graduated and moved on with their lives. However, the confidence they had given me through this Co-op would never be forgotten and would allow me to flourish and grow.

Injustice dominates the world with an iron fist. Fortunately, I know how to strike back. For as long as I can remember, I have been a staunch advocate for global, social equity. Ranging from environmental justice, resource accessibility and dispersion, women's rights, greater minority representation and mental health awareness, these issues and countless more plague humanity and keep the "all powerful," upper demographic in power. However, there is a fine line between performative activism for said issues and active participation to attain justice. The bystander effect and idleness in the face of injustice are one of the primary factors that keep oppressors in power. I understand that it is a privilege to be able to protest and address issues in the world, which is why I advocate for those who cannot. Despite the many issues I try to tackle, one that I am actively working on is neurodiverse acceptance, accessibility and awareness. As a young woman with ADHD, I never realised how difficult it is to navigate a society catered and designed for neurotypical individuals. Though neurodiversity is summarised as a person's "differences in social preferences, ways of learning, ways of communicating and/or ways of perceiving the environment," this definition entirely undermines the complexity of the neurodiverse spectrum. Despite the range of creativity, talent, thought and innovation within the neurodivergent community, injustice rips opportunity away. For example, countries around the world can deny a valid visa or citizenship application if a person has autism. Employment is stripped away from individuals with learning disabilities. Many undiagnosed children in school settings either struggle in silence or are reprimanded for "interruptive," behaviours that are often indicative of having a neurological disability. These are only a few of the many issues that neurodiverse individuals face, and they are often overlooked because our disabilities are "invisible," and not physical. Receiving recognition for neurodivergence is difficult as well. Aside from these disabilities being "invisible," treatment and diagnosis are expensive and oftentimes inaccessible. There is also cultural stigma preventing an individual from receiving help, and our own disability further withholds us. Simply beyond a cognitive lense, neurodiversity is intertwined with racial profiling and violence. BIPOC who exhibit neurodivergent behaviours are far more likely to experience discrimination, misunderstandings and cruelties. Neurodiversity is far more than the difference in brain function than neurotypical peers: it is a social issue intertwined with the systemic injustices hurting our marginalized communities. Through meticulous research and collaboration with other neurodivergent people, I have created social media visuals educating masses on injustices neurodivergent people face. With these infographics, I hope to not only advocate for justice and create public outrage on these matters, but also folster an environment of acceptance of all of our fellow humans. Aside from internet reform, I also staunchly advocate for reforms in educational systems and programmes for neurodiverse people. I ask for more accessibility, resources and support for these children, as well as emphasising the importance of providing the same quality of education as their neurotypical peers. I also serve as an orator on my university campus to discuss creating an egalitarian atmosphere with neurotypical and neurodiverse students. Though this continuous social issue has served to be a long fight, as I mentioned, I know how to fight back. And I will not stop until victory for my fellow neurodiverse siblings is attained.

"Rugby family," is an endearing concept to me. For years, I have participated in numerous sports, though none have ever empowered me as much as rugby. In the United States, rugby is considered eccentric and brutish. It is overshadowed by the emasculated American football that is far more nationalistic in comparison. However, that is what allured me to play rugby: the pure grit and power behind it! I searched the sports catalogue within my university and luckily found a women's team. I immediately noticed, however, our men's team was ranked varsity- while our women's team was barely at a club standing. This disparity in ranking is typical within sports: men are often more decorated than women. However, out of the entire catalogue of over 30 sports, women's rugby was the only female sport that was not ranked varsity. I felt this ranking furthered the impression that women in rugby had no prominence in the world of sport due to its rather gritty perception. Nonetheless, this furthered my infatuation and drive to play. I attended the first informational meeting that was posted on the back of the catalogue. There was no coach, no funding from our rather lavish university; but rather; pure dedication from a team of 15 impassioned young women who founded the club themselves. I was welcomed with kind, open arms despite my minimal experience and knowledge of the sport. These women were bustling with invigoration and did not let these rather poor circumstances deter them. To see such devotion and passion over this sport made me swell with pride: and I hadn't even played the actual game yet! I channeled their excitement and let my friends know I was to be playing on our university's team. However, I garnered a distasteful range of reactions. From deep concern, disgust, and confusion- I never received a single encouraging reaction. Though I did not let said reactions daunt me, they infuriated me: why was there always a sense of superiority behind their snide remarks? Especially coming from my female companions? Mayhap it was derived from the minimal representation of the sport in the United States, further coupled with their assumptions and overall lack of knowledge of rugby. However, I also concluded that many still believed women should not participate in things so "intensive," and "masculine". I loathed this perspective. We women needed to uplift each other, especially in male-dominated fields such as rugby! The first practice soon approached. I was immediately wiped! Tackled to the ground; pummeled back from the sheer intensity. Whistled at for chucking the ball forward. My body had never undergone such mental and physical strain. Never had my desire to quit been so strong: yet that was contradictory of me. Why was I quitting now? My rugby family saw my frustration and never let me stoop that low again. Every time I was knocked down, a hand would pull me back up and cheer me on. These women were like my mothers, aunts, sisters, and cousins: they all educated, doted and lectured me so tenderly. All within a two-hour training session, I established more of a found family than I ever could have imagined. As we continued to train, I further witnessed the constitution of my team: amazing young women who created a sense of community that extended even beyond the playing field. My confidence, morale and presence were boosted by their continual support. They always emphasized the importance of teamwork and a shared passion for personal empowerment through rugby. Their aspirations have enriched my life in a way I will never experience anywhere else!

I care for oceans because it is rooted in my upbringing that I cherish closely. Growing up in Sydney, Australia, I had first-hand access to the ocean. My fondest memories were spent hunched over at the tidepools, scribbling away at a childish equivalent of field sketches and observations. My childhood gave me an immense admiration of the ocean- and the passion to further quench my curiosity through involvement and research. Though anyone can claim they are fervent within their field of study, I have extended my drive to the oceanic community with my passion. When I moved to the United States, I made it my goal to involve myself in as many oceanic-related opportunities as I could. From researching the migration patterns of saltwater birds, turtle husbandry, rehabilitation programmes for injured species, environmental protection advocacy and overall education of oceanic sustainability, I have involved myself in countless sectors of oceanic protection, education and advocacy. From these experiences, I have gained valuable insight into myself, as well as the efforts it takes to research and educate about our oceans. Behind these efforts, as aforementioned, is my childhood. My childhood was the largest factor in developing my love of the ocean. However, it was growing up that furthered my desire to study it. Looking at my compilation of childhood field scribbles, the quantity and diversity of species greatly declined over the years. My local beach bolstered well over 50 species; most, if not all being endemic to Australia. My little self managed to document close to 50 of these species within one year, but the subsequent years had my pages barren. Though I was too young to understand why there was a lack of life within my local beach, it gutted me to know they were gone. I then moved to the United States, where I briefly learned about ocean acidification, climate change and the impacts of human activity on our shores. I pieced together what had happened to my local beach back home. I knew it was inevitable that our oceans were going to be harmed, but I desperately wanted to prevent this damage from occurring on a larger scale. I knew by achieving a higher education outside of compulsory schooling, on top of my advocacy and educational work, I could gradually make a change to human-ocean interactions- and make it a positive one. Within my heart, I know that one day I can see my local beach bustle with all 50 species yet again. Therefore, I care about protecting our oceans not only to fulfill my childhood wish but also because the status and well-being of oceanic health will continue to grow in importance within our workforce and world. The challenges facing our oceans, including climate change, habitat loss, and resource depletion, will require innovative and dynamic solutions. I want to be at the forefront of these efforts, working towards a sustainable and healthy future for all! Hence, I will pursue higher education to attain this goal. I will continue my advocacy work- and also enrich myself in the world of oceanic and environmental academia. Our oceans instill a sense of bewilderment, aspiration and hope to grow and develop on this planet. To have our oceans deteriorate- and even disappear- is a tragedy that must be reversed. This is why I will enter the fields of environmental science and oceanic sciences to make our futures bright yet again, creating a coexistence between our ecosystems and ourselves.

When I think about my future career in STEM, I feel empowered. Currently, I am pursuing a double major in environmental science and ecosystem management and forestry. Besides my immense passion and interest in both of these fields, I chose to study them because it is clear they will only continue to grow in importance within our workforce and world. The challenges facing our modern world, including climate change, habitat loss, and resource depletion, will require innovative and dynamic solutions. I want to be at the forefront of these efforts, working towards a sustainable and healthy future for all! My drive to attain this future is rooted in an accumulation of life experiences. Growing up in Sydney, Australia, I had first-hand access to a beautiful array of ecosystems. Ranging from the Darling-Murray Water Basin, the Sub-Alpine Forests and also the Great Barrier Reef up north, I was exposed to a diverse ecological sphere filled with flora and fauna. My fondest memories were spent hunched over the river basin with a spiralback journal, scribbling away at a childish equivalent of field sketches and observations. My childhood gave me an immense admiration of our environment- and the passion to further quench my curiosity about how everything maintained such a perfect equilibrium. It was going through childhood that furthered my desire to study these fields. Looking at my compilation of childhood field scribbles, the quantity and diversity of species in my environmental coves greatly declined over the years. My local sector of the river basin bolstered well over 50 species; most, if not all being endemic to Australia. My little self managed to document close to 50 of these species within one year, but the subsequent years had my pages barren. Though I was too young to understand why there was a lack of life within my local sector, it gutted me to know they were gone. I later moved to the United States, where I briefly learned about ocean acidification, climate change and the impacts of human activity on our environment. I pieced together what had happened to my local river basin back home. I knew it was inevitable that our ecosystems were going to be harmed, but I desperately wanted to prevent this damage from occurring on a larger scale. I knew by achieving a higher education outside of compulsory schooling, on top of my advocacy and educational work, I could gradually make a change to human-environment interactions- and make it a positive one. Within my heart, I know that one day I can see my local river basin bustle with all 50 species yet again. Though somewhat trivial, it is this very childhood wish that has pushed me to pursue my future career. Our environments instill a sense of bewilderment, aspiration and hope to grow and develop on this planet. To have our environments deteriorate- and even disappear- is a tragedy that must be reversed. This is why I will enter this field to make our futures bright yet again, creating a coexistence between our ecosystems and ourselves! Therefore, with the aforementioned reasons, this is why I think I deserve this scholarship. My entire life has been dedicated to the sustainability of both ourselves and our environments. I dedicated- and will continue to dedicate- myself to my studies in a formal, educational context. With the funds from this scholarship, it will not only cover my tuition costs but further bolster my passions and pursuit of my goals within STEM!

For my entire life, I have been a staunch advocate for equitable education for all. Education is an incredibly empowering tool that can transform lives from its sheer influence. It is a tool of unity, positivity and emancipation- especially for those hailing from underserved communities. As I begin my journey of higher education in environmental science, I am driven by a passion to contribute towards the betterment of underserved areas in California. Every day, I forever count my blessings of going to university. I know many coming from humble origins such as my own are not presented with such opportunities. I want to change this narrative. I want to help the countless communities faced with unnecessary barriers in attaining education. For me, I come from a family of immigrants. Immigrants who have fled from war and modern colonialism. Immigrants who fled from poverty. Immigrants who escaped oppression of the cruellest calibre. I forever admire their bravery in making the journey to a new country, hoping for safer livelihoods. But that was not the case. It was almost as if fate was “destined,” to repeat itself. My family and I grew up in communities the US dubbed as marginalised. We were socioeconomically disadvantaged and inept. From a young age, I was exposed to the harsh realities faced by members of my community who lacked access to essential resources, quality education, and growth opportunities. Furthermore, the physical health of many around me was never the best. I always thought respiratory illnesses, cancer and abnormal food was a “normal,” phenomenon growing up. As I got older, I realised this was the result of environmental racism. This struggle was so prominent within my community- and many more. This was my catalyst for addressing the systemic autocracy through higher education. And therefore, not wanting our struggles to define us, my family fostered my curiosity of our natural world and justice and held my education in the highest regard. I firmly believe that education has the power to break the cycle of poverty and create lasting change. I am a prime example of this. As I traversed through the school system, I witnessed first hand that by equipping individuals with knowledge, skills, and resources, education can serve as a catalyst for revolution and positive change. As I learned about the issues plaguing my community in a more “formal,” educational context using scientific, social and mathematical disciplines, I felt empowered. But I also soon realised how interlaced injustice is with a lack of education. If I did not receive the education I did, I would not know that institutional racism runs rampant EVERYWHERE, including our environments, something I am incredibly passionate about. Therefore, I plan to major in environmental science, as it offers a comprehensive approach to address various issues faced by disadvantaged populations- especially the physical health and wellbeing of our communities. An environmental science degree will equip me with the necessary skills to assess community needs, provide support systems, advocate for policy changes, and implement sustainable initiatives. My personal experiences, coupled with a profound belief in the transformative power of education, have ignited a deep commitment within me to positively impact underserved areas in California. Through pursuing a degree in Environmental Science, actively engaging in community involvement, advocating for policy changes, and initiating collaborative initiatives, I aspire to contribute towards creating more equitable and prosperous communities. By utilising my education to empower marginalised individuals like myself and addressing the systemic disparities they face, I am determined to be an agent of positive change and improve the lives of those in underserved areas in California.

When thinking about my status as a first-generation student, I feel empowered. Currently, I am pursuing a double major in environmental science and ecosystem management and forestry. I want to be at the forefront of modern environmental efforts, working towards a sustainable and healthy future for all. Though a bit egocentric, I find my aspirations incredible. No one else in my family has ever had the opportunity to pursue their interests and goals like mine. But now, starting with me, I am setting the future precedent of educated, successful people in my family. Of course, my drive to attain a higher education is rooted in an accumulation of life experiences. Growing up in Sydney, Australia, I had first-hand access to a beautiful array of ecosystems. Ranging from the Darling-Murray Water Basin, the Sub-Alpine Forests and the Great Barrier Reef up north, I was exposed to a diverse ecological sphere filled with flora and fauna. My fondest memories were spent hunched over the river basin with a spiral-back journal, scribbling away at a childish equivalent of field sketches and observations. My childhood gave me an immense admiration for our environment- but my own environment, my home- was different than the grandeur of nature. We were living in an active survival of the fittest simulation. I lived with 8 people in one small two-bedroom house. 8 people who did not even finish middle school. 8 people struggling to find jobs because of this lack of education. 8 people barely scraping by. Despite these hardships, there was joy in this struggle: me. My family's lack of education did not deter them from encouraging me to pursue mine. They were the biggest sticklers about academic perfection and passion. They are the reason I moved to the United States with my immediate family. They wanted me to study hard, explore the environment here, go to university and chase the pursuit of education. I know many immigrant children like me struggle with the expectations their family members burden them with. For me, I never percieved it as so. I am continually blessed with their support from afar, even if it is a bit intense at times. Their intensity fuels my own ambitions because I know they not only want me to succeed, but also fulfill what they could not: happiness and academia. Not only do I inspire myself, but my family and their well wishes inspire me to work hard. I also knew from an environmental standpoint, that by achieving a higher education outside of compulsory schooling, alongside advocacy and work-based experience, I could gradually make a change to human-environment interactions- and make it a positive one! My family continually fostered this goal of mine and continually reminded me of what I was working towards. Though somewhat trivial and maybe a little basic, it is the conditions of my childhood that have pushed me to pursue higher education. I grew up in a space where my family constantly wondered if we would be able to pay the bills on time, where our next meal would come from; and yet I never would have known of such hardships. My family fostered my interest of the environment, and saved up whenever they could to buy me books and science kits; they just made sure I was supported and continually within a space where I was bundling with curiosity and joy about our world. And their support has manifested itself into where I am today: a proud first-generation student pursuing the very ambitions they have supported from day one!

Growing up in Sydney, Australia, I had first-hand access to the ocean. My fondest memories were spent hunched over at the tidepools, scribbling away at a childish equivalent of field sketches and observations. My childhood gave me an immense admiration of the ocean- and the passion to further quench my curiosity through involvement and research. Though anyone can claim they are fervent within their field of study, I have extended my personal drive to the oceanic community with my passion. When I moved to the United States, I made it my goal to involve myself in as many oceanic-related opportunities as I could. From researching the migration patterns of saltwater birds, turtle husbandry, rehabilitation programmes for injured species, environmental protection advocacy and overall education of oceanic sustainability, I have involved myself in countless sectors of oceanic protection, education and advocacy. From these experiences, I have gained valuable insight behind myself, as well as the efforts it takes to research and educate about our oceans. Behind these efforts, as aforementioned, is my childhood. My childhood was the largest factor in developing my love of the ocean. However, it was growing up that furthered my desire to study it. Looking at my compilation of childhood field scribbles, the quantity and diversity of species greatly declined over the years. My local beach bolstered well over 50 species; most, if not all being endemic to Australia. My little self managed to document close to 50 of these species within one year, but the subsequent years had my pages barren. Though I was too young to understand why there was a lack of life within my local beach, it gutted me to know they were gone. I then moved to the United States, where I briefly learned about ocean acidification, climate change and the impacts of human activity on our shores. I pieced together what had happened to my local beach back home. I knew it was inevitable that our oceans were going to be harmed, but I desperately wanted to prevent this damage from occurring on a larger scale. I knew by achieving a higher education outside of compulsory schooling, on top of my advocacy and educational work, I could gradually make a change to human-ocean interactions- and make it a positive one. Within my heart, I know that one day I can see my local beach bustle with all 50 species yet again. Therefore, I care about protecting our oceans not only to fulfill my childhood wish but also because the status and well-being of oceanic health will continue to grow in importance within our workforce and world. The challenges facing our oceans, including climate change, habitat loss, and resource depletion, will require innovative and dynamic solutions. I want to be at the forefront of these efforts, working towards a sustainable and healthy future for all! Hence, I will pursue higher education to attain this goal. I will continue my advocacy work- and also enrich myself in the world of oceanic and environmental academia. Our oceans instill a sense of bewilderment, aspiration and hope to grow and develop on this planet. To have our oceans deteriorate- and even disappear- is a tragedy that must be reversed. This is why I will enter the fields of environmental science and oceanic sciences to make our futures bright yet again, creating a coexistence between our ecosystems and ourselves.

I fondly recall a mundane day in my junior year of high school. From Covid digitising every aspect of our lives- school, entertainment, socialising- I happened to be caught in one of my daily, extensive “doom scrolls” where I couldn’t bring myself to stop consuming images and video clips. Most of the content was devoid of anything original and yet I was enticed by my screen as there was nothing else to do. However, the trajectory of my life changed when I saw a quote during this time. It was simple as it was impactful: “So long as you gaze into the distance, you'll never find what you seek. It's much more important to see what's right in front of you." I remember staring blankly at this quote. All of my recent bouts of anxiety, self-deprecation and worries faded as I processed those words. I felt despite the extraneous circumstances that plagued the world at that moment; the “what-ifs,” that I pondered during that time of uncertainty; the trajectory of my life was mine to choose! I could determine my path with my current tools: my drive, charisma and determination- and no outside influences could deter me. As I looked at who had said this quote, the description read “Lilia Vanrouge; Disney Twisted Wonderland.” I almost laughed to myself. A Disney character had said this? Some obscure Disney franchise I had never heard of managed to successfully flip my pessimism on its head! I always perceived Disney as producing content that was fantastical and wholesome- not pragmatic like this. But this pragmatism enticed me. As I had gotten older, I distanced myself from Disney. Disney was a reverie; life realistically was not magical, and to escape life through fantasy was not ideal. But if there was a Disney franchise that combined the grit, travesties and realism of life alongside a musing, magical charm that was achievable in real life, what was there to lose? It was that day I decided to further look into Disney Twisted Wonderland. Now I sit here today, two years later. As bewildering as it sounds, Disney Twisted Wonderland has been a continual outlet of inspiration, self-expression and relatability for me. I have never seen a piece of media, let alone created by Disney, that holds so much transparency. I feel seen. My stories and experiences have been validated by a vibrant, diverse and relatable character cast, and much like these characters, I have realised that anything is possible with enough willpower and your own “magic.” As inconspicuous as this particular Disney franchise is, my favourite thing about Disney would have to be Disney Twisted Wonderland. Disney Twisted Wonderland has taught me to continually persevere in an otherwise unfair world; to be forthright in embracing my stories and creating my narrative, and to embrace camaraderie with everyone I encounter- even those who might be strangers. Disney Twisted Wonderland reinstilled my belief in that wondrous Disney “magic,” again: something that is contained within all of us. We can use our “magic,” to transform our lives for the better, as it is our most powerful tool. “Magic,” is our bravery, kindness, perseverance, valour and affection; it is the qualities that make us, us. My “magic,” has been reignited all thanks to Disney- and I feel ready to transform my world.

Cancer was such a foreign concept to me. It felt like some super-imposed tragedy that would never enter my sphere. The entirety of my extended family stood healthy: a blessing I often took for granted. However, it was not until I got older that I realised how much my family concealed from me- and how rampant cancer is within my family. Therefore, as someone who has had direct experience with cancer, I can attest to the profound impact it can have on one's beliefs, relationships, and career aspirations. My journey with cancer began when my father was diagnosed with lung cancer. He lived abroad, while I lived in the United States, working away in high school. My biggest worry was ensuring I succeeded in school; while my father’s was pure survival. And I had no idea he was struggling. Not until I received a daunting phone call. A number I had never seen before called my phone, but I answered the call reluctantly. On this call... never did I think some grave man would ask if I was my father’s daughter. Never did I think this man was a chemotherapist. Never did I think he would be telling me my father had almost reached stage 4 cancer and was just going in for his first chemotherapy session. This entire prospect was a devastating blow that left me feeling helpless and betrayed. Why wouldn't he tell me? I felt sick to my stomach. I hung up immediately and sobbed. As I carried this burden, my own beliefs about life were challenged. I had always believed that life was precious and that we should make the most of every moment. But the thought of my father suffering and fighting for his life made me question this belief. Was life really worth living if it meant enduring such pain and hardship? I came to this country for my father- he sent me here to pursue my education and chase my aspirations- I came here to make him proud. But how could I make him proud if he might be gone? At the same time, I saw how cancer impacted my relationships, especially with my father. At the moment I discovered his diagnosis, I felt a seething betrayal. The fact he would not tell me he was suffering made me bellow with anger, but eventually guilt. He chose to protect me from knowing about his condition, just for my own emotional wellbeing. He wanted me to be happy, and to focus on school. But I wanted to be there to support and love him through this terrible time, too. But it was through this time that my father and I had to learn how to communicate effectively, show empathy and support, and let go of petty disagreements that could have caused further rifts. I worked hard to be able to fly over and see him again. As I thought about my future and seeing him again, it also made me think of my career aspirations. My father sent me to this country to become educated, and to see the diversity within the world. I found new meaning in my education, working not only for him but me too. I wanted to create a bright future for both of us through my success. My experience with cancer has challenged everything I have ever known. While it has been a difficult journey, it has also taught me the importance of resilience, empathy, and hope. I know one day my dad will recover in full- and we will forever grow closer.

When thinking about my future career, I feel empowered. Currently, I am pursuing a double major in environmental science and ecosystem management and forestry. Besides my immense passion and interest in both of these fields, I chose to study them because it is clear they will only continue to grow in importance within our workforce and world. The challenges facing our modern world, including climate change, habitat loss, and resource depletion, will require innovative and dynamic solutions. I want to be at the forefront of these efforts, working towards a sustainable and healthy future for all! Of course, my drive to attain this future is rooted in an accumulation of life experiences. Growing up in Sydney, Australia, I had first-hand access to a beautiful array of ecosystems. Ranging from the Darling-Murray Water Basin, the Sub-Alpine Forests and also the Great Barrier Reef up north, I was exposed to a diverse ecological sphere filled with flora and fauna. My fondest memories were spent hunched over the river basin with a spiral-back journal, scribbling away at a childish equivalent of field sketches and observations. My childhood gave me an immense admiration for our environment- and the passion to further quench my curiosity about how everything maintained such a perfect equilibrium. However, it was growing up that furthered my desire to study it. Looking at my compilation of childhood field scribbles, the quantity and diversity of species greatly declined over the years. My local sector of the river basin bolstered well over 50 species; most, if not all being endemic to Australia. My little self managed to document close to 50 of these species within one year, but the subsequent years had my pages barren. Though I was too young to understand why there was a lack of life within my local sector, it gutted me to know they were gone. I then moved to the United States, where I briefly learned about ocean acidification, climate change and the impacts of human activity on our environment. I pieced together what had happened to my local river basin back home. I knew it was inevitable that our ecosystems were going to be harmed, but I desperately wanted to prevent this damage from occurring at a larger scale. I knew by achieving a higher education outside of compulsory schooling, on top of my advocacy and educational work, I could gradually make a change to human-environment interactions- and make it a positive one. Within my heart, I know that one day I can see my local river basin bustle with all 50 species yet again. Though somewhat trivial, it is this very childhood wish that has pushed me to pursue my future career. Our environments instill a sense of bewilderment, aspiration and hope to grow and develop on this planet. To have our environments deteriorate- and even disappear- is a tragedy that must be reversed. This is why I will enter this field to make our futures bright yet again, creating coexistence between our ecosystems and ourselves.

The phrase “it takes a village,” fills me with utmost joy. In its simplicity, it describes how one’s growth, development and well-being is achieved through the compassion of others. My own upbringing was all possible because of a “village;” a vibrant community of aunties, neighbours, shopkeepers and teachers who saw me struggling on my own, and stepped in to care for me from the purity of their own hearts. This community has taught me the value of benevolence and creating positive change through pure teamwork, dedication and passion. Therefore, once I became old enough, I decided to engage in various volunteering activities aimed at enhancing the lives of those in need- to continue the cycle of humanity that was bestowed upon me. Through my volunteer engagement over the years, I have gained invaluable skills and experiences that have not only transformed my mindset, but also significantly impacted my livelihood. Of course; there is the gratification that I am doing the very things that people did to help me. But to me, other factors have just as much importance. After helping locally for some time, I expanded my volunteering outlook beyond the scope of my own community. I branched out to neighbouring cities, volunteering in the construction of senior homes and schools, special education, animal husbandry and habitat restoration; a diverse selection of oppurtunities. It was through this work where I truly realised how diverse and wonderful the world is- but also how much assistance so many communities need. As I continue to volunteer in such communities, I have come to appreciate the value of being part of a cohesive society that seeks to act for the good of its members. Volunteering has also broadened my perspective on life, enabling me to view issues from different angles and with a greater sense of social justice and responsibility. At large, volunteering has offered me a unique opportunity for personal growth and development- but also the ability to help others achieve the same. Moving on, given the increasing costs associated with higher education, I would like to address why attaining this scholarship is crucial for me. Pursuing higher education is an incredibly costly investment and is financially prohibitive for students who come from low-income households like mine. Despite my strong academic performance and potential for success in higher education, I face the daunting prospect of accumulating debt if I am not able to secure sufficient financial support. Thus, this scholarship will provide me with the financial assistance necessary to further my academic endeavours without accruing more debt, as well as continuing my pursuit of volunteering.

I have a strong set of experiences that uniquely qualify me for this scholarship. Growing up in Sydney, Australia, I had first-hand access to the ocean. My fondest memories were spent hunched over at the tidepools, scribbling away at a childish equivalent of field sketches and observations. My childhood gave me an immense admiration of the ocean- and the passion to further quench my curiosity. Though anyone can claim they are fervent within their field of study, I have extended my personal drive to the oceanic community. When I moved to the United States, I made it my goal to involve myself in as many oceanic-related opportunities as I could. From researching the migration patterns of saltwater birds, turtle husbandry, rehabilitation programmes for injured species, environmental protection advocacy and overall education of oceanic sustainability, I have involved myself in countless sectors of oceanic protection, education and advocacy. Aside from the more scientific portion of this scholarship, I am an ideal candidate because I am a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community. My identity as a queer woman bolsters a distinctive set of stories, experiences and perspectives that can enrich and diversify the field of oceanic health and studies. I am blessed to be who I am and have participated in the opportunities presented to me over the years. From these experiences, I have gained valuable insight into myself, as well as the efforts it takes to research and educate about our oceans. Behind these efforts, as aforementioned, is my childhood. My childhood was the largest factor in developing my love of the ocean. However, it was growing up that furthered my desire to study it. Looking at my compilation of childhood field scribbles, the quantity and diversity of species greatly declined over the years. My local beach bolstered well over 50 species; most, if not all being endemic to Australia. My little self managed to document close to 50 of these species within one year, but the subsequent years had my pages barren. Though I was too young to understand why there was a lack of life within my local beach, it gutted me to know they were gone. I then moved to the United States, where I briefly learned about ocean acidification, climate change and the impacts of human activity on our shores. I pieced together what had happened to my local beach back home. I knew it was inevitable that our oceans were going to be harmed, but I desperately wanted to prevent this damage from occurring on a larger scale. I knew by achieving a higher education outside of compulsory schooling, on top of my advocacy and educational work, I could gradually make a change to human-ocean interactions- and make it a positive one. Within my heart, I know that one day I can see my local beach bustle with all 50 species yet again. Overall, this scholarship will help me navigate my higher education in countless ways. Though my current work in ocean conservation has been enriching, it has not been entirely smooth sailing. As a young queer woman, I have encountered prejudice in my approaches, research and contributions toward bettering our oceans simply because of my identity. With this scholarship earning, I will place a portion of it toward queer-related resources for myself. I want to be able to fully embrace and respect my identity in all of my future endeavours, and not conceal it for the liking of others. The remaining portions of the scholarship will be reserved as a stipend for research projects and university savings.

Injustice dominates the world with an iron fist. Fortunately, I know how to strike back. For as long as I can remember, I have been a staunch advocate for global, social equity. Ranging from environmental justice, resource accessibility for all, women's rights, greater minority representation and mental health awareness, these issues and countless more plague humanity from attaining a collective, egalitarian society. However, there is a fine line between performative activism for said issues and active participation to attain justice. The bystander effect and idleness in the face of injustice are one of the primary factors that keep oppressors in power. I understand that it is a privilege to be able to protest and address issues in the world, which is why I advocate for those who cannot. Despite the many issues I try to tackle, one that I am actively working on is neurodiverse acceptance, accessibility and awareness. As a young woman with ADHD, I never realised how difficult it is to navigate a society catered and designed for neurotypical individuals. Though neurodiversity is summarised as a person's "differences in social preferences, ways of learning, ways of communicating and/or ways of perceiving the environment," this definition entirely undermines the complexity of the neurodiverse spectrum. Despite the diversity of creativity, talent, thought and innovation within the neurodivergent community, injustice rips opportunity away from the community. For example, countries around the world can deny a valid visa or citizenship application if a person has autism. Employment is stripped away from individuals with learning disabilities. Many undiagnosed children in school settings either struggle in silence or are reprimanded for "interruptive," behaviours that are often indicative of having a neurological disability. These are only a few of the many issues that neurodiverse individuals face, and they are often overlooked because our disabilities are "invisible," and not physical. Receiving recognition for neurodivergence is difficult as well. Aside from these disabilities being "invisible," treatment and diagnosis are expensive and oftentimes inaccessible. There is also cultural stigma preventing an individual from receiving help, and our own disability further withholds us. Though there are a plethora of issues that are paired with neurodivergence, I have taken it into my own hands to address some of its aspects. Through meticulous research and collaboration with other neurodivergent people, I have created social media visuals educating a neurotypical audience on how to respect individuals with neurodivergence. The internet algorithm has vast stretches, so I have reached a large following who I hope learns from these posts. Furthermore, at primary and middle schools near me, I serve as a guidance figure to children who have/are suspected to have neurodivergence. I offer support, encouragement and advice to any of those who need it. I hope to positively uplift them into a state of acceptance and self-love. Aside from these minor acts, I also staunchly advocate for reforms in educational systems and programmes for neurodiverse people. I ask for more accessibility, resources and support for these children, as well as emphasising the importance of providing the same quality of education as their neurotypical peers. I also serve as an orator on my university campus to discuss creating an egalitarian atmosphere with neurotypical and neurodiverse students. Though this continuous social issue has served to be a long fight, as I mentioned, I know how to fight back. And I will not stop until victory for my fellow neurodiverse siblings is attained.

"Rugby family," is an endearing concept to me. For years, I have participated in numerous sports, though none have ever empowered me as much as rugby. In the United States, rugby is considered eccentric: it is overshadowed by American football which seems tamer (and more nationalistic,) in comparison. However, that is what allured me to play: the pure grit and power behind it all! I searched the sports catalogue within my university and luckily found a women's team. I immediately noticed, however, our men's team was ranked varsity- while our women's team was barely at a club standing. This disparity in ranking is typical within sports: men are more decorated than women. However, out of the entire catalogue of over 30 sports, women's rugby was the only female sport that was not ranked varsity. I felt this ranking furthered the impression that women in rugby had no prominence in the world of sport. Nonetheless, this furthered my infatuation and drive to play. I attended the first informational meeting that was posted on the back of the catalogue. There was no coach, no funding from our rather lavish university; but rather; pure dedication from a team of 15 impassioned young women. I was welcomed with kind, open arms despite my minimal experience and knowledge of the sport. These women were bustling with invigoration and did not let these circumstances deter them. To see such devotion made me swell with pride: and I hadn't even played yet! I channeled their excitement and let my friends know I was to be playing on our university's team. However, I garnered a distasteful range of reactions. From deep concern, disgust, and confusion; I never received a single encouraging reaction. Though I did not let said reactions daunt me, they infuriated me: why was there always a sense of superiority behind their snide remarks? Especially coming from my female companions? Mayhap it was derived from the minimal representation of the sport in the United States, further coupled with their assumptions and overall lack of knowledge of rugby. However, I also concluded that many still believed women should not participate in things so "intensive," and "masculine" in nature. I loathed this perspective. We women need to uplift each other and showcase our capabilities: especially in male-dominated fields such as rugby! The first practice soon approached. I was immediately wiped. Tackled to the ground. Pummeled back from the sheer force of a ball. Whistled at for chucking the ball forward. My body had never undergone such simultaneous mental and physical strain. Never had my desire to quit been so strong: yet that was contradictory of me. Why was I quitting and feeding into the negative assumptions? My rugby family never let me stoop that low again. Every time I was knocked down, a hand would pull me back up and cheer me on. These women were like my mothers, aunts, sisters, and cousins: they all educated, doted and lectured me so tenderly. All within a two-hour training session, I established more of a found family than I ever could have imagined. As we continued to train, I further witnessed the constitution of my team: amazing young women who have created a sense of community and belonging that extended even beyond the playing field. My confidence, morale and presence were boosted by their continual support. They have always emphasized the importance of teamwork, support and a shared passion for personal empowerment and rugby. Their aspirations and encouragement have bought us all together and enriched my life in a way I will never experience anywhere else.

“Gifted Child Burnout,” is a phrase that many have labelled me under. I have pondered about this title for some time and have determined that it makes me rather irate. To me, “Gifted Child Burnout,” is belittling rather than lighthearted teasing. I connote it as praising my efforts and disposition in childhood, yet disparaging my disability in adulthood. For the entirety of my childhood, my disability was overlooked because its general characteristics were appealing to authority figures at a surface level: brimming curiosity, passionate excitement, and an eagerness to learn. And yet… I struggled immensely outside of an educational context. I had tantrums every day when I would return home from school. I would cry every night I had to do maths. Why, in the 5th grade, could I not retain basic equations such as 2 + 10? Masking to socially blend in with my non-disabled and neurotypical peers was also an exhaustive task within itself. So much was happening outside of school, yet my teachers would not have suspected it. It did not help that my family- who bore witness to my apparent household madness- held their stigmas that prevented me from receiving the help I needed. Coming from an immigrant household, the stigma of mental health was larger than I could ever describe. I never had a space to facilitate conversation about what I was feeling. I was instead handed an evil eye to ward away the spirits that plagued my being. I therefore had to further disguise and push aside my symptoms for their sake. It was not until my year 12, however, that my guise was finally taken down. Despite having a 4.8 GPA, my maths class was dragging my academic repertoire into the ground: nothing new. But this year was different. A 32/100 was a score that appalled- and quite frankly- confused my teacher. She had pulled me aside after class. “For someone who studies as diligently as you,” she starts. “It makes absolutely no sense for you to be receiving these scores.” She was right. And yet I could not explain this poor score. She did though. “I think you might have dyscalculia. It’s a common side symptom of ADHD.” I looked at her, bewildered. ADHD? Dyscalculia? These words were alien but my curiosity was piqued. I started to do my own research on these disabilities. Everything began to add up... despite not being very good at addition. Besides my inability to do maths, my emotional and mental state, my psychological patterns, my very sense of being- it was all justified now. It all resonated with the description of ADHD and dyscalculia. Relief overcame denial- but insecurity fled in. How could I access resources to help? How could I overcome the cultural and familial trauma? Receiving higher education was my answer. I knew that if I embarked on the path to higher education, there would be a plethora of pathways that would open up for me. Stigma cannot be overcome instantly, but I knew there was a community that awaited me: people who were inaccurately labelled as having “Gifted Child Burnout;” people like my maths teacher who saw me, for me. We would build a community that saw each other for who we were beyond our ability to present for a neurotypical and able-bodied crowd. The journey to accessing help is hard- especially considering my circumstances. This is why I believe I am a good advocate for this scholarship. I am actively defying expectations and breaking barriers by pursuing higher education; even with a disability that I wear with pride.

I believe it is important to live a healthy lifestyle because health is rooted in supporting our very being. The one person we are going to remain with for the rest of our lives is ourselves: we are a vessel of our own success, aspirations and journeys. Therefore, it is crucial to thank and appreciate ourselves in our physical, mental and psychological functions. We must nurture our spirits and tend to our bodies with tender hands and loving encouragement. Furthermore, "Health," is much more than a surface level competition that many have defined it to be. Its meaning has been dismantled in this hustling society: people flood to the gym in a show of egotism, diet culture is erratic and often detrimental, mental health is belittled under a lense of pity. Society's "Health," is deleterious. It deteriorates our beings. But for myself, I've redefined health. I've realised that health is slow; health is gradual. It is about understanding our needs. It is about establishing and practising boundaries and routines that elevate our livelihoods. It is about forgiveness and acceptance when we stumble. It is about a naturally humanistic urge to improve ourselves. It is also about accountability and action. Most importantly though, it is about the love of the self. I maintain a healthy lifestyle through self advocacy and practise. To start, I take at least an hour each day to exercise at my own pace. I will walk, jog, swim or play sports that bring me joy. If I want to elevate my bodily status, I set realistic and achievable goals for myself. If I fail to meet them, I evaluate what I can improve upon; though I do not beat myself up or push myself past the limits I know I can achieve. Furthermore, if I experience physical burnout or pain, I know I have been too strenuous on myself and relax. I also eat nurturing foods to allow my body to continue doing these things. I do not restrict myself from "bad foods," though I practise portion control. I eat when I am hungry and I eat food that fuels my body and spirit. When I exercise and eat delicious food, my mental disposition and health improves. I gain more energy, my mood is elevated and I feel prepared to take on the world. When I feel mentally down, however, I seek support and healthy coping outlets. I assess my surroundings and emotions in a logistical, tender way. I will read a book, I will express my emotions, I will seek listeners or advice. Overall though, I have realised my healthy lifestyle is not perfect. Sometimes I eat a bit too much chocolate. I break routine more times than I would like to admit. But that is normal. Health is not just a concept- it is, once again, a lifestyle of betterment. I know there is another day ahead of me to get back on track. I know there is another day of fulfillment; another day to continue being healthy.

My favourite Disney character is Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. Ever since I was a small child, I have always had a peculiar infatuation with the omnipotent Thorn Fairy. Many groveled, and even cowered at her vile disposition toward the fair Princess Aurora. However, I was beguiled. I saw a shrouded yet empowered woman with a devout and determined cause - to reign agony upon those who had mistreated her. She is the epitome of villainy and spite; of hatred and lividness. Unlike other Disney villains, Maleficent is repulsive in every regard. Her absence of empathy furthers her adamancy in ruling over King Stefan's kingdom with a throne of thorns. She sentenced Princess Aurora to death the moment she was born. Her stoic yet firm mannerisms elevated her status in the Forbidden Mountains, where she amassed an entire flock of minions to carry out her cause of vengeance. She had a full-fledged intent of massacring Prince Phillip in a plume of thunder and flame when he intercepted with her plans. She is persistent in her goals; which is something I found admirable. Furthermore, throughout the movie, we see her determination evolve and shift. She transcended magical boundaries - deemed terrifying. She ravaged the entire kingdom for a restless 16 years to decimate Briar Rose. Despite King Stefan's orders to destroy every spindle, she still managed to conceal one; the very one which Briar Rose pricks her finger on, fulfilling Maleficient's curse. While she was ultimately slain by a defiant act of heroism by Prince Philip, Maleficent's legacy and prowess is still immense. She utilised her resources to their maximum potential, she strived to be better when conflicting factors appeared, and overall was a figure of self-betterment. Finally, there is a spectrum of her characteristics revealed throughout the movie. She is not just spiteful. She is level-headed, a brilliant strategist and fair to those who treat her kindly, such as her henchman Diablo. She carries an air of poise and grace. She does not, simply put, "play dirty." Overall, this is why Maleficent is my favourite Disney character. Looking past her villainous exterior, there is an ambiguously driven fae who set a determined precedent for my very own disposition growing up.