As a Black immigrant living in a blue county here in the US, for some reason, it is expected of me to be pro-choice rather than pro-life, but growing up in a Christian family, it has been hammered in my brain the innate value of human life - being wonderfully and fearfully made in the image of God. Unfortunately, such sentiments are typically conversation-enders whenever I'm in debate with my "pro-choice" peers. Thankfully their rhetoric can still be dismantled with simple logic and reasoning. Most scientists support the fact that life begins at conception, so if that is the case, why the contention? The culprit lies in human selfishness, fear of public perception, perceived inconvenience, and willful ignorance. You are driving through a dark and foggy street, going as slowly and carefully as possible as not to strike anything before you. Suddenly you see a dark figure lying. Maybe it's an empty coat or human being, but you can't tell. At this point, most people would hit the breaks and ensure no one's there, but pro-choicers encourage the masses to run over unintelligible mass. If there's indeed a human in there, then you just committed manslaughter. Like fumigating a building without checking if anyone's there - it's criminal negligence. When life and death are in question, don't we usually err on caution? What makes abortion an exemption? Frankly, I find it disgusting how euphemisms have been utilized to mask the inherent evil of such an ideal. Hence, the present-day delusion: Opposition to abortion is infringment on human rights; infringement on such rights is advocation for racism, sexism, classism, or whatever discriminatory accusation is deemed appropriate to spew at the time of contention. Labeling even secular input as insufficient, members of the pro-choice movement then turn to their only viable argument - the argument of value. Problem is, even this argument falls apart at the qualms of two simple questions: "At what point is human life considered valuable?" "What is considered a valuable human being?" At this point, the argument then devolves into an argument of autonomy or concludes at the reluctant middle-ground that is the heartbeat law. Regardless of the conclusion the opponent makes regarding the age of the fetus, the number always ends up being arbitrary at best as the concept of a "valuable human being" is problematic in nature. Say we change the criteria from age to race or gender for instance. Why is it only now we have a moral dilemma on our hands? "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." Such rights are to all people, whether male or female, white or black, big or small, adult or child, 6 years or 6 weeks. Seems to me that it's the pro-choice movement that is infringing on rights that they swear to be protecting. I am currently planning to start a local chapter of an anti-abortion advocacy group called Students for Life of America at my University. I vow to do so to flip the tides and make my community realize that their "treatment" isn't snuffing the life of a potential human being, but a human being with potential.

As a high school student in college, it has been quite the struggle venturing in blind into the world of college coursework. From foundational core classes to specialized pre-med subjects such as Organic Chemistry, I have been pushed to venture beyond the boundaries of classroom materials and into the territory of online content to truly comprehend and apply what I was learning. Without the online platforms, tools, and resources I utilized, achieving and maintaining my academic success, truly would have been a significantly more daunting task. Materials that are normally provided in the classroom, such as PowerPoint presentations and Word documents, have their merits but also notable pitfalls: they provide an outline of what professors prioritize for tests but often lack the depth or dynamics needed to fully grasp intricate topics. These static resources therefore tend to encourage passive learning behavior and surface-level understanding, favoring memorization over true comprehension. True mastery, however, demands engaging with the "nitty-gritty" mechanisms and fundamental principles underpinning concepts. External online resources solve this issue by transforming such drab studying sessions into active and more dynamic processes. Khan Academy, one of my earliest online tools, is a great online tool for learning a vast variety of academic concepts. For me, it helped me pass my Honors Algebra Credit by Exam during my freshman summer. Its structured and clear explanations allowed me to get a hold of the concepts even without the help of an in-person teacher. In middle school, Quizlet was invaluable for memorizing topics in my Principles of Health Science course and many others of the like. Unfortunately, its increasing monetization has since diminished its accessibility. It is still a very useful tool regardless, just simply not as useful as what I use now. YouTube has since become a cornerstone of my study regimen, with its catalog of diverse and high-quality educational content. Channels like Professor Dave Explains have been lifesavers in maintaining my 4.0 GPA, offering uncannily relevant explanations across a vast range of subjects, from Biology to Economics. For Organic Chemistry—arguably the most challenging course I have taken—The Organic Chemistry Tutor and Leah4sci provided comprehensive yet approachable video tutorials that demystified intricate concepts and mechanisms. These channels while great in explanatory value, merely assisted in my educational journey rather than being directly involved. Let's look at some resources that do exactly that. RemNote revolutionized how I organize and study information, allowing me to seamlessly create flashcards from my notes. This method enhanced not only my retention but also my application of knowledge, particularly in detail-heavy courses - namely Intro to Economics. In the same way, Anki has proven indispensable for language learning and will undoubtedly be a key resource for my upcoming Anatomy and Physiology course. With this tool, one can create their own or simply download a flashcard set from a database - truly a convenient earning experience. AI tools such as ChatGPT have been a versatile resource, helping me generate practice exams, organize essay drafts, and refine my writing tone to meet professional standards. It was particularly helpful in securing my A during the detail-oriented General Biology II coursework. While I've yet to utilize Google’s NotebookLM, I am eager to incorporate it into my study routine this spring. The reason for this excitement is due to its ability to note-take or summarize ANY piece of media it receives - weather pdf, audio, or even video - and even transform them into an easy-to-digest podcast. All these tools have been instrumental parts of my academic success. I truly wonder what I would've done without such supplements.

In 2023, the Federal Agency for Healthcare Research and Quality (AHRQ) found that Black patients received worse care than white patients on 52% of all quality measures. Whatever the reason may be for this disparity, whether systemical, historical, political, or racial, it doesn't change the fact that this fact exists and it also doesn't change the fact that the prior stat only exists due to former racist biases against my people. Granted, it is indeed impossible to ignore the recent push in the healthcare field regarding equity for all, but this is exactly why I would love to join the cause - to ensure that such momentum prolongs, and even more so, to propel this movement into greater and greater heights, but I am going to need this scholarship to take the first steps towards that goal. My name is Daniel C. Ntiejumokwu and I am a Nigerian immigrant. My family came to the USA and are now the residents of the rural Spanish-speaking area that is the Rio Grande Valley. During my stay here I have not just learned but also picked up a lot on the Hispanic culture here to the point where I believe that my Nigerian culture of yore (which I still hold onto dearly to this day) and this new culture I have been exposed to for the better part of my life, have syncretized so much into my being that they've culminated into becoming an inseparable part of what makes me. This life in the RGV and my old life in Edo Nigeria, have allowed me to realize issues that plague both areas that I hold so near and dear to me - inequality in healthcare. This issue concerns me so because I believe it goes against the promise that every medical student is made to take upon graduation; to "come for the benefit of the sick, remaining free of all intentional injustice... be they rich or poor, strong or weak." - the Hippocratic Oath. Growing up, I attended my local magnet school for High School, the prestigious Science Academy of Mercedes, and during my time there, maintained a high GPA, enrolled for numerous Honor, Dual, Credit-By-Exam, and AP classes, and tests, enlisted in numerous clubs and competitions, and made a large impression upon my teachers (revived the debate club) and my peers (got them all into theology). But despite my achievements, I still craved to enhance my academic potential, so during Junior Year, I transferred to the Mathematics and Science Academy of UTRGV to further my academic rigor where all academic instruction is purely performed in a college setting, not only allowing for more intensive sessions but also allowing for more free time to engage in extra-curricular activity. I've utilized this time to co-found a Bible Club, engage in peer-led tutoring, undergo two research internships (one focused on oncology and the other on antisepsis), earn an apprenticeship with a doctor at my local hospital, join the National Honor Society, lay the groundwork for a UTRGV Chapter of Rotaract (despite the many obstacles), and sign up for a volunteering position at the ER of which I've accumulated 70+ hours. I aim to become a cardiac surgeon operating in underserved areas, where I will be on the frontlines ensuring local healthcare equity. I also want to engage in research that focuses on diseases and conditions that disproportionately affect marginalized groups on a concerning scale. Building on the momentum of these achievements, I will then publicly advocate for equitable healthcare and ensure the industry sees ALL men as equals.

Back in Nigeria, we have a popular saying: "Nikan ohun ti o ti tiraka fun yoo pẹ" or "Only the thing for which you have struggled will last." This Yoruba adage is one that I have internalized ever since my coming to this country as a Nigerian Immigrant. It serves as a reminder and somewhat of a consolation through the many harsh and debilitating challenges I have faced here as a migrant of the marginalized and widely discriminated group known as a Black American. One of these challenges arose in the form of the systematic lack of information available to migrant groups regarding the means for success in the educational setting. For the longest time, it was a shared belief in my family that the only things admissions officers are stringent on are GPA and class rank. This is flagrantly untrue. Arguably enough there are much more important factors such as SAT/ACT scores, extracurriculars and competitions, and overall growth that colleges seem to be more partial to. This information came very late to my family as much of this info was learned my Junior Year of high school meaning that much of this year was spent scrambling to gain all these qualities that admission officers would love to see. This issue is only further aggravated by the fact that I live in the Rio Grande Valley—a place infamous for its issues regarding bias, gatekeeping, borderline tribalism, and overall nepotism. Needless to say, it took a very long time for a newly immigrated migrant group to integrate itself within a primarily Spanish-speaking community and gain substantial information regarding the education system and the path to success. This issue affected me substantially as it was effectively a limiter on further upward movement in social status. Regardless, I keep moving forward with this newfound knowledge. Having a 4.0 GPA with 200+ hours of community service, leading/founding two clubs, and competing in academic competitions while still trying to preserve your social life, doesn't come easy and comes with the tradeoff of a tighter schedule and therefore many sleepless nights. The one thing that I struggle to fit into this schedule is (and the one thing hurting my college application and overall academic excellence) is my low SAT/ACT score. This is an issue that I have been striving to rectify since last year, and yet the highest score I've managed is a 1380. That aside, this isn't to say that I've had no improvement over the last few tests. Just a year ago, I could barely manage to earn a 1280, but after 2 weeks of dedication, many afternoons of tireless study, and social interaction, I was able to score 100 points above my prior personal best. This scholarship will put me one step closer on my journey to becoming a Cardiac Surgeon, and I will use the financial opportunity to give back to others who are also struggling by providing the next generation with information to guarantee true success that lasts a lifetime.

"Forget not where you have come from. Remember, this place is not your home." These were the final words relayed to me by my grandfather before he passed on that very Spring Eve... I have given a lot of thought to that line. It had a sense of finality behind it... somewhat akin to that same finality that one may get from the conclusion of an argument. Almost as if he would not change his mind. As if there was no argument to be had. He simply spoke his truth and allowed for silence to reside. I miss my people... The laughing, the dancing, the endless chatter into the night. The long hours spent studying, or scrounging around for any item that may be utilized for play. The fruitless bargains that fill the market halls and always end up favoring the wishes of dealer. The celebrations of life and of our own that bring a smile to the faces of young and old alike. All of it... I miss it all. "Nigeria is the best Africa gets." That's what my parents tell me anyway. Life was not without problems though. For every man that laughed, 3 others cried. For every stomach full, 10 others were empty. For every man educated, 10 others were left illiterate. For every man living in the wonders of lavish and splendor, thousands are left to horrors of poverty and squalor. This is because of the elitist system of government that has run rampant in the Nigerian community, which promotes no upward class movement, and fosters a nepotic society where the rich get richer as the poor continue to suffer. Something akin to Social Darwinism. This nepotism has trickled down from not only the financial and educational facets of society but sadly into the healthcare field as well. In fact, that is how my grandfather died, as he could not afford the best medical care available due to the elitist nature of this country. There should be no disparity between healthcare for the rich and for the poor—this is my understanding of the Hippocratic Oath. This pledge is what I held on to as I traveled to this country—a dream where I could ensure that none more would suffer the same fate as my grandfather. From the very moment, I stepped foot into this country, this became my dream: I will graduate from medical school with an MD in cardiology, return to my homeland, found a healthcare facility, and provide the best medicare possible for cheap. This is a goal that I must achieve and this scholarship shall mark yet another step towards that goal. I have taken the first steps towards this goal through my internship with DHR, my research in data science on working clas disparities, and my advanced high school education focused on college coursework. In my time here, I have gained so many wonderful experiences and met so many wonderful people who share the same goal as me in desiring equivalent healthcare for all. I have also come to learn many concepts during my High School years here, especially regarding the college admission process—it's all just so strange to me, but with my friends and colleagues by my side, we shall persevere and make it to the very end. It's almost as if I never left my tribe. I truly do miss my people and would like to pay them back for all they have done for me. I shall return one day in the future, and only then shall they know that I never truly forgot where I came.

My name is Daniel Chuckwuyenimeka Ntiejumokwu, and I was born in Benin City, Edo State Nigeria. My Father was born into poverty in 1959, being the eldest sibling (of 7 more to come) in a household where none could even read or write. So as logic held it, he too should've been stuck in the pit of disparity and mediocrity, but my God had other plans. Through academics (and a fateful encounter with Christ), my Father was enabled to pull himself and his family out of the depths of disparity and into the sky of opportunity. With his social climb at a close, it is now my turn to further stride up the social ladder and claim my place at his side as this family's stepping stone from this glory into another. That is why we came to the United States of America, and even though I may be far from home, I have not soon forgotten my goal. I will indeed become a medical doctor as I have promised to both my father and my beloved mother, and I will repay them back for everything they have given to me. From sending me to this country, paying my school feast, and providing everything that I need to succeed. This I thank them for. My experiences in this country have overall been positive, and I have made many friends with like-minded individuals in this diverse and interesting place. But I have also been met by some very unfriendly personalities here, though I try to stay away from people like that. As my mother says "Evil Communication Corrupts Good Manners", so I will keep to myself and succeed as planned. I am very hopeful of the opportunities I have here as an MD, I pray that I succeed.