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Olivia C

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Hi there! My name is Olivia. I'm a rising sophomore at Robert Morris University pursuing my Bachelor's Degree in Biomedical Engineering. I have a passion for problem solving which has made my challenging freshman year schedule enjoyable and the work required to achieve a 4.0 rewarding. I am in charge of Community Outreach and Service for the RMU Outdoor Adventure Club and I am a proud member of the Injury Biomechanics Research Team. I am also a choreographer and rehearsal director for the competition dance program at Legacy Performing Arts Center. In my free time I maintain a consistent gym schedule and I try to journal nightly. I have found fruitful friendships throughout my first two semesters and I continue to seek new connections! I love to read and I try to paint so that I can send little watercolors in the letters I send to my friends from one student mailroom to the next. During the spring semester I explored Bible study for the first time in a small group setting and it truly enhanced my faith. I genuinely love college and I find each facet of the student experience to be endlessly fulfilling. Thank you for viewing my profile and considering me for a scholarship award!

Education

Robert Morris University

Bachelor's degree program
2023 - 2026
  • Majors:
    • Biomedical/Medical Engineering

Bishop Mccort High School

High School
2019 - 2023

Miscellaneous

  • Desired degree level:

  • Graduate schools of interest:

  • Transfer schools of interest:

  • Majors of interest:

    • Aerospace, Aeronautical, and Astronautical/Space Engineering
    • Sports, Kinesiology, and Physical Education/Fitness
  • Not planning to go to medical school
  • Test scores:

    • 1380
      SAT
    • 1380
      PSAT

    Career

    • Dream career field:

      Biotechnology

    • Dream career goals:

      Sports

      Dancing

      Varsity
      2018 – Present6 years

      Awards

      • 1st overall teen intermediate soloist
      • 1st overall teen group
      • judges choice attack
      • National Scholarship Dancer of The Year Finalist

      Research

      • Biological and Biomedical Sciences, Other

        RMU Injury Biomechanics in collaboration with The Panther Project — Student Researcher
        2023 – Present

      Arts

      • Bishop McCort Art Club

        Visual Arts
        Cambria County Arts Show, Johnstown Community Arts Show: Student Works
        2017 – Present
      • Out of His Mind Competition Dance Company

        Dance
        competition company works
        2018 – 2020

      Public services

      • Volunteering

        Altoona-Johnstown Diocese — Counselor in Training
        2022 – 2022
      • Volunteering

        Cambria County Humane Society — Student volunteer
        2019 – 2020
      • Volunteering

        McCort Rosary Club — Rosary production team
        2020 – Present
      • Volunteering

        Our Mother of Sorrows Youth Ministry — Student servant
        2019 – Present

      Future Interests

      Advocacy

      Volunteering

      Share Your Poetry Scholarship
      picture me among the trees thirty feet tall and evergreen wise and sturdy and all I should be still, you don't gaze up in jealousy for you know me, the home of your bees and you, my child, wild and free we dance in the wind- in each other we see creation makes beauty so purposefully
      Curtis Holloway Memorial Scholarship
      Throughout the past twelve years, my mother has emphasized a love for learning in her parenting style. From an early age, she read to me frequently and instilled in me the habit of asking questions. Any time I didn't understand something, whether that be a word or a concept, I was encouraged to ask about it. Through asking, I gained a broad vocabulary and a longing to understand as much as I could. Being a single parent presents many challenges, but my mom navigates these challenges with grace. She was always happy to help me with my studies, even after she stopped understanding the courses I was taking. I remember her teaching me to carry numbers at our picnic table in second grade, and the patience she had while explaining the topic. Now, she no longer understands my coursework, but she continues to teach me to maintain good study habits and to be an active participant in class. She holds me to high standards of effort rather than achievement. Through this motive, I have gained the achievements. My mom has always told me that she'd prefer I get a C on a test that I studied for and asked questions about but couldn't wrap my head around than a B on homework that I didn't make time to finish. However, in high school, I lost my desire to participate and understand. In sophomore year, I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder, and none of these diagnosis came as a surprise. I had already been checked out mentally for some time. When you're terrified of simply sitting in a classroom because you can feel your body touching a chair and desk and you've convinced yourself that everyone is scrutinizing you the way you're scrutinizing yourself, the last thing you're focused on in what is being taught to you. For the first couple of weeks, there was conflict. My mom still expected 100% from me while I felt like I was running on empty. She tried to talk to me several times and initially we didn't get far. As my dislike for the classroom grew, I revisited conversation with a more open mind, and, eventually, we found compromise. She offered me mental health days- one to two days per marking period that I could stay home and reset. I began learning to give 100% of whatever I had that day even if it was 100% of the 20% I had. I would be rich if I had a dollar for every time I was asked "What can I do to help?". Having her support was so much more helpful than she knew. Even on the days that I got so upset with her for telling me to get my work done, I was thankful by the time I was done that I had her to keep me on track. I slowly got back into a rhythm and my grades returned to their usual, nearly perfect state. If it hadn't been for her constant support, encouragement, and celebration of my accomplishments, no matter how small, I wouldn't be anywhere close to the student I am today. I'm so thankful for all she does to help me expand my knowledge and take initiative both in and out of the classroom. My mom is the most wonderful educational role model and mentor in my life!
      Brian J Boley Memorial Scholarship
      Recently a mentor said a phrase to me that I believe every person who has ever struggled with an eating disorder needs to hear. We were talking as a group about what we hoped to get out of the week long dance intensive that started that day. I shared my response with the group: "I hope to regain an appreciation for myself and to draw inspiration from others without using others as a scale of my worth." In response, he told us all to write in our journals "Admire someone else's beauty without questioning your own." He had unknowingly summarized the lesson I had been at battle with for the past four years. Throughout high school I had become accustomed to belittling myself in comparison to others. My eating disorder became a comfortable and incredibly unhealthy coping mechanism for the times when I questioned my worth. Those times were far too frequent. As a gifted child who grew up craving validation, I deemed my body the aspect of myself that could never measure up. You can't receive an A+ on your stomach or a medal for muscle definition. However, it didn't take much creativity to find another way to quantitatively validate an achievement: hours. I began to see how long I could go without food. As my depression worsened through COVID and I became terrified of being around people- terrified of being judged- I isolated, and my fasting 'game' became entertaining. Entertainment became obsession as I religiously tracked calories and hours and weight. The more 'achievements' I gained the less I wanted to stop. It was comfortable because it was how I told myself that I was enough. I adopted the idea that extreme restriction made me enough. However, growth does not happen when you're comfortable. At the beginning of my junior year, I decided to make myself uncomfortable and to grow as much as possible that year. I'm not sure what caused it, or exactly when it happened. Truth be told, I don't believe it was a single moment. I believe it happened the first time I regretted fasting, the first time I woke up shaking after not eating for 36 hours and felt guilty about the part of me that was proud. It happened every time I got through a ballet class without crying and ate at lunch without covering my mouth and not saying a word. It happened every time I relapsed, and, more importantly, every time I told myself it wasn't going to happen again. Recovery isn't a single instance or choice and it isn't a finish line. As much as I'd love to believe they do, mental illnesses do not just disappear. But they can recede. They can lose control of your life, and that power can return to you. This year I decided time and time again to stop letting food control my life. I ate before my competitions and I challenged myself to smile through ballet. I sat down with my mom and addressed the comments she makes about what I eat in a respectful, yet sure manner. I went to football and basketball games even when I didn't feel like it and ate dinner before I left the house. I made some of my favorite high school memories at those games. I went to prom. That's something I never thought I would do. I wore a neon green dress and I danced the whole night. This year I'll have to continue choosing between what's easy and what's right, but all those seemingly small choices have made the biggest impact on my life.