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Rachana Sangem

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Bio

Hi there! I'm a current freshman at the University of Minnesota studying Biomedical Engineering. I love all things science and math, and I'm also a huge fan of art and music. I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, and especially love the world of sci-fi and fantasy. I'm trained in classical Indian dance and music, as it's important to me to stay connected to my roots. When I'm not doing any of these things, you'll probably find me scrolling through Wikipedia looking for the next thing that piques my curiosity :).

Education

University of Minnesota-Duluth

Bachelor's degree program
2019 - Present
  • Majors:
    • Biomedical Engineering
  • Minors:
    • Computer Science

Blue Valley West High

High School
2015 - 2019

Miscellaneous

  • Desired degree level:

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  • Majors of interest:

  • Not planning to go to medical school
  • Test scores:

    • 35
      ACT

    Career

    • Dream career field:

      Medical Devices

    • Dream career goals:

      Senior Engineer

    • Math and English tutor

      Kumon
      2017 – 20181 year
    • Camp Leader

      Camp Invention
      2016 – 2016
    • Camp Counselor

      Theater of the Imagination
      2015 – 2015

    Sports

    Bowling

    Junior Varsity
    2016 – 20182 years

    Arts

    • Tata School of Music

      Music
      Annual Showcase, Thyagaraja Arardhana
      2007 – 2019
    • Nartan Academy of Dance

      Dance
      Annual Showcase
      2010 – 2019
    • Pleasant Ridge Middle School

      Theatre
      Dear Edwina, Homework Eats Dog, Captain Louis, Once Upon a Mattress, Comic Book Artist
      2012 – 2015

    Public services

    • Volunteering

      Youth Group of Kansas City — Vice President and Treasurer
      2018 – 2019
    • Volunteering

      Shawnee Mission Medical Center — Birth Center Assistant
      2015 – 2018

    Future Interests

    Politics

    Volunteering

    Philanthropy

    Entrepreneurship

    Bookworm Scholarship
    Winner
    Snuggled in the couch, my favorite blanket thrown on top of me, with a book in my hands,The hug of night has its warm arms wrapped around me, and the silence is a rare commodity. No longer was the road behind my house piled up, the buzzing of a notification on my phone, the steady hum of the tv, or a constant conversation between my parents and sister. All that was left was me, my book, and the crickets chirping away at their friends. Within my little nook, I was both aware and unaware of my surroundings. Often, I was enveloped inside my book, learning about whatever had caught my eye at the library. When I was five, it was an Eyewitness book about the universe, and its many stars. I couldn’t help but think, were there other kids like me? Not just on earth, but on their own planets, surrounded by their own set of stars and a different sun that they loved as much as I loved mine? That eyewitness book opened up my eyes, and I started to care more about the other people in the world. When I went to India for the first time that summer, I met not just my cousins, but also our neighbors and the kids we played with in the street. Despite living on the same planet as me, they really were like aliens. Their stars, even though they were in the same sky, were oriented differently due to parallax. Their sun came up a little earlier, went down later, and was warmer than my sun. They lived a different life, under different stars, but they were just like me. We laughed, we played, and we got along despite our differences. When I was ten, the Percy Jackson series opened me up to a new world of myths, fun characters, and gods. I loved noticing the little differences between hindu and greek mythology, which, despite 800 years and 3600 miles separating them, somehow managed to mirror each other. Indra, the god of the heavens, and Zeus, god of the sky, both used a thunderbolt as their weapon, were the ruler of their respective set of gods, and resided at the top of a mountain. Where the greeks have Icarus, the hindus have Jayatu and Sampati. When they went too close to the sun, their wings burned and they fell to their death. These wonderful myths, along with the strange linguistic connections i found due to proto indo european language, helped me realize that the connections between my cultures existed. Though one was western, the other indian, and one was where I lived versus where i came from, what i hadn't realized was that they were one and the same. When I was fifteen, in what I still consider the most challenging class of my high school career, AP European History, we learned about the Black Plague, the spread of Christianity, and how the western world came to be. When I went home to talk to my parents about what I learned, they told me a different story, from the perspective of the conquered rather than the textbooks conqueror perspective. I simultaneously felt proud of how far the US and Great Britain had come but conflicted that they had to use wonderful countries like India to complete their objectives, and was forced to question the two viewpoints, unlearn what I was conditioned to believe, and try to eliminate the bias and find what was left. Throughout my life, I had the books that guided me through learning about others and their cultures. Sometimes, however, I had to write my own story, a combination of what I learned and what I felt. That story is what will come with me to college - not my textbooks, and not my picture books. My story is the one I decided how to write, the one where I learned how to get along with other kids without knowing their language very well, even though they were complete strangers. My story is the one where I chose to explore, and realize that though Christianity and Hinduism are different, I could understand how important it was, and appreciate that. My story is one where books guided me through life, allowing me to feed my curiosity and expand my knowledge. If it wasn’t for all these books- fun, boring, short, and long- I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I might not have been quite so accepting of other cultures, or perhaps I wouldn’t have realized that even what some people see as differences are really similarities. We are all different, and we are all special, but we are all simply human. That’s the moral of my story.