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My name is Sarah Mohammad. I'm a senior at Westlake High School and am applying to colleges. My goal is to become a speech-language pathologist. The reason I love speech-language pathology so much is that I can help people find their voices. I have been through a lot regarding my mental health but I can't wait to move onto this next stage of my life.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ji63U4zexkuEYorwaNRRYw4fTJMFXUp6WVdO9ok6NAo/edit?usp=sharing
Education
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High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Health Professions and Related Clinical Sciences, Other
- Bilingual, Multilingual, and Multicultural Education
- Communication Disorders Sciences and Services
- Rehabilitation and Therapeutic Professions, General
- Pharmacy, Pharmaceutical Sciences, and Administration
- Special Education and Teaching
- Physiology, Pathology and Related Sciences
- Mental and Social Health Services and Allied Professions
Career
Dream career field:
speech language pathology
Dream career goals:
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Elevate Mental Health Awareness Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this situation centered around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with the most challenging time in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse some, 'the color yellow' has become my symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is usually fun for some while transformative for others, mine turned out to be a very arduous time as our family was mired with my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. What began in 9th grade and since continued has profoundly impacted my aspirations and my overall personality, molding me into a more empathetic, adaptable, and resilient person.
My mother's hospitalization was an incredibly challenging time for everyone in my family especially for me as I was the youngest and needed her the most at a very critical time in my life. I was shielded from many of the gory details, the only thing I knew was that she couldn't communicate with me because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her for this entire ordeal due to COVID regulations, which only permitted one adult visitor in her room at a time. This forced separation caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also unbearable anxiety that she may never return. Anxiety about never seeing again her felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and multiple surgeries later, my mom finally returned home. Yellow may be the uplifting color of warmth and energy for most but for me, it was the fading daisy petals on her bedside table and the bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and her inability to move out of bed.
Upon returning home, I noticed a significant shift in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who "woke up on the wrong side of the bed". This wasn't just an occasional mood swing, it happened every day. Throughout my life, she's been my closest confidante; however, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It's very hard to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, she was diagnosed with PTSD. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. During this turmoil, I realized I needed to mature rapidly, making small sacrifices like watching TV, to take care of her
It has been four years since this nightmare began and I couldn't have imagined that anything positive would ever emerge from such a painstaking experience. However, I now feel like a different person, I am much calmer, forgiving, and empathetic, I have become more self-reliant and self-assured, and I have started to trust my judgment. Above all, I understand that life may throw a curve ball presenting us with hardships and obstacles, but it's our fortitude that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, 'the color yellow’ no longer symbolizes pain, heartache, and hardship instead it now serves as a reminder that life isn't always fair or filled with happiness. That was particularly true for the better part of my high school years during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
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I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me; which I've come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I've always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I wasn't just diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
I hated reading because of all of this but in middle school, I was convinced to read “The Selection Series” by Kiera Kass. I loved everything from the dystopian theme to the drama and suspense of the rebellion. This was the series that changed my life it isn't my favorite but it'll always have a special place in my heart. As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is helping with my anxiety attack and depression. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class again. I feel free to be me no longer worried about what anyone else says or thinks about me because I believe in myself.
This newfound self of mine is what truly inspires me to help other kids learn to communicate and read the way someone once did for me. I now understand that a lot of people have gone out of their way to help me succeed and now I want to give back similarly. I appreciate everything everyone has done for me.
Julie Holloway Bryant Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this situation centered around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with the most challenging time in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse some, 'the color yellow' has become my symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
My mother's hospitalization was an incredibly challenging time for everyone in my family especially for me as I was the youngest and needed her the most at a very critical time in my life. I was shielded from many of the gory details, the only thing I knew was that she couldn't communicate with me because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her for this entire ordeal due to COVID regulations, which only permitted one adult visitor in her room at a time. This forced separation caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also unbearable anxiety that she may never return. Anxiety about never seeing her felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and multiple surgeries later, my mom finally returned home but it wasn't the same there was no rushing and bustling. No longer where there loud laughs echoing around the room or the speaking and singing in multiple languages (Urdu, Spanish, Arabic, and Memoni). Yellow may be the uplifting color of warmth and energy for most as it symbolizes the morning sun’s shining rays giving birth to encouragement and optimism. For me, it was the fading daisy petals on her bedside table and the bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and her inability to move out of bed.
Upon returning home, I noticed a significant shift in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed". This wasn't just an occasional mood swing, it happened every day.
What began in 9th grade and since continued has profoundly impacted my aspirations and my overall personality, molding me into a more empathetic, adaptable, and resilient person. I now feel like a different person, I am much more calm, forgiving, and empathetic, I have become more self-reliant and self-assured, and I have started to trust my judgment. Above all, I understand that life may throw a curve ball presenting us with hardships and obstacles, but it's our fortitude that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, 'the color yellow’ no longer symbolizes pain, heartache, and hardship instead it now serves as a reminder that life is not always fair or filled with happiness. That was particularly true for the better part of my high school years during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Women in STEM Scholarship
My Reason for Choosing This Career:
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada this summer. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle and optimism taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a specialized discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To further my understanding and gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school. I successfully enrolled in two student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I will be a mentee at the 'MLee Therapy' and for the next Spring’24 semester, I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services”.
After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, igniting the spark of communication, and aiding them to find their voices.
My Experience:
I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a free get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A tiny classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place of boredom. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me. Decisions I have come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I have always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I was not only diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is really helping with my anxiety attack and depression. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class. I feel free to be me. I am no longer worried about what anyone else says or thinks about me because I believe in myself.
Mental Health Empowerment Scholarship
My Story With Mental Health:
I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a free get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A tiny classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place of boredom. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me. Decisions I have come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I have always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I was not only diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
I hated reading because of all of this but in middle school, I was persuaded to read “The Selection Series” by Kiera Kass. I loved everything from the dystopian theme to the drama and suspense of the war. This was the series that changed my life it isn't my favorite but it will always have a special place in my heart.
As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is helping with my anxiety attack and depression. With all these diagnoses came accommodations thankfully. Without my accommodations, there would have been no surviving. I have quite a few accommodations but to name a few I get extra time on math tests, an option to go see my support counselor when needed, and test be read to me. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class. I feel free to be me.
My Plan and Reason to Help:
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. For me, this happened when my cousin Aisha visited us from Canada this summer. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists for Fall’23 I'm a mentee at 'MLee Therapy' and for the Spring’24 semester, I'll be mentored by 'Love Speaks Speech & Language Services'.
After just 5 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, and aiding them to find their voices.
Janean D. Watkins Overcoming Adversity Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this situation centered around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with the most challenging time in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse some, 'the color yellow' has become my symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is usually fun for some while transformative for others, mine turned out to be a very arduous time as our family was mired with my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. What began in 9th grade and since continued has profoundly impacted my aspirations and my overall personality, molding me into a more empathetic, adaptable, and resilient person.
My mother's hospitalization was an incredibly challenging time for everyone in my family especially for me as I was the youngest and needed her the most at a very critical time in my life. I was shielded from many of the gory details, the only thing I knew was that she couldn't communicate with me because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her for this entire ordeal due to COVID regulations, which only permitted one adult visitor in her room. This forced separation caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also unbearable anxiety that she may never return. Anxiety about never seeing her felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and multiple surgeries later, my mom finally returned home. Yellow may be the uplifting color of warmth and energy for most as it symbolizes the morning sun’s shining rays giving birth to encouragement and optimism. For me, it was the fading daisy petals on her bedside table and the bland color of the walls. Yellow is the color of her skin due to malnutrition and her inability to move out of bed.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was hard to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, she was diagnosed with PTSD which marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swinging from a moment of affection to a violent outburst finally started to make sense.
It has been four years since this nightmare began and I couldn't have imagined that anything positive would emerge from such a painstaking experience. However, I now feel like a different person, I am much more calm, forgiving, and empathetic, I have become more self-reliant and self-assured, and I have started to trust my judgment. Above all, I understand that life may throw a curve ball presenting us with hardships and obstacles, but it's our fortitude that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, 'the color yellow’ no longer symbolizes pain, heartache, and hardship instead it now serves as a reminder that life is not always fair or filled with happiness. That was particularly true for the better part of my high school years during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Innovators of Color in STEM Scholarship
My Story With Disability:
I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a free get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A tiny classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place of boredom. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me. Decisions I have come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I have always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I was not only diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
I hated reading because of all of this but in middle school, I was persuaded to read “The Selection Series” by Kiera Kass. I loved everything from the dystopian theme to the drama and suspense of the war. This was the series that changed my life it isn't my favorite but it will always have a special place in my heart.
As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is helping with my anxiety attack and depression. With all these diagnoses came accommodations thankfully. Without my accommodations, there would have been no surviving. I have quite a few accommodations but to name a few I get extra time on math tests, an option to go see my support counselor when needed, and test be read to me. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class. I feel free to be me.
My Plan and Reason to Help and Voice of Understanding:
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. For me, this happened when my cousin Aisha visited us from Canada this summer. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists for Fall’23 I'm a mentee at 'MLee Therapy' and for the Spring’24 semester, I'll be mentored by 'Love Speaks Speech & Language Services'.
After just 5 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, and aiding them to find their voices.
Dylan's Journey Memorial Scholarship
My Story With Disability:
I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a free get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A tiny classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place of boredom. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me. Decisions I have come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I have always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I was not only diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
I hated reading because of all of this but in middle school, I was persuaded to read “The Selection Series” by Kiera Kass. I loved everything from the dystopian theme to the drama and suspense of the war. This was the series that changed my life it isn't my favorite but it will always have a special place in my heart.
As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is helping with my anxiety attack and depression. With all these diagnoses came accommodations thankfully. Without my accommodations, there would have been no surviving. I have quite a few accommodations but to name a few I get extra time on math tests, an option to go see my support counselor when needed, and test be read to me. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class. I feel free to be me.
My Plan and Reason to Help and Voice of Understanding:
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. For me, this happened when my cousin Aisha visited us from Canada this summer. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists for Fall’23 I'm a mentee at 'MLee Therapy' and for the Spring’24 semester, I'll be mentored by 'Love Speaks Speech & Language Services'.
After just 5 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, and aiding them to find their voices.
Individualized Education Pathway Scholarship
My Story With Disability:
I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a free get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A tiny classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place of boredom. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me. Decisions I have come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I have always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I was not only diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
I hated reading because of all of this but in middle school, I was persuaded to read “The Selection Series” by Kiera Kass. I loved everything from the dystopian theme to the drama and suspense of the war. This was the series that changed my life it isn't my favorite but it will always have a special place in my heart.
As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is helping with my anxiety attack and depression. With all these diagnoses came accommodations thankfully. Without my accommodations, there would have been no surviving. I have quite a few accommodations but to name a few I get extra time on math tests, an option to go see my support counselor when needed, and test be read to me. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class. I feel free to be me.
My Plan and Reason to Help and Voice of Understanding:
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. For me, this happened when my cousin Aisha visited us from Canada this summer. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists for Fall’23 I'm a mentee at 'MLee Therapy' and for the Spring’24 semester, I'll be mentored by 'Love Speaks Speech & Language Services'.
After just 5 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, and aiding them to find their voices.
Joieful Connections Scholarship
My Story With Disability:
I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a free get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A tiny classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place of boredom. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me. Decisions I have come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I have always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I was not only diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
I hated reading because of all of this but in middle school, I was persuaded to read “The Selection Series” by Kiera Kass. I loved everything from the dystopian theme to the drama and suspense of the war. This was the series that changed my life it isn't my favorite but it will always have a special place in my heart.
As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is helping with my anxiety attack and depression. With all these diagnoses came accommodations thankfully. Without my accommodations, there would have been no surviving. I have quite a few accommodations but to name a few I get extra time on math tests, an option to go see my support counselor when needed, and test be read to me. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class. I feel free to be me.
My Plan and Reason to Help and Voice of Understanding:
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. For me, this happened when my cousin Aisha visited us from Canada this summer. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists for Fall’23 I'm a mentee at 'MLee Therapy' and for the Spring’24 semester, I'll be mentored by 'Love Speaks Speech & Language Services'.
After just 5 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, and aiding them to find their voices.
Frank and Patty Skerl Educational Scholarship for the Physically Disabled
My Story With Disability:
I was ten when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was always the smart brown kid in my class. The diagnosis took a massive jab to my self-confidence. The one thing people knew me by didn't feel special anymore. I didn't feel special anymore.
I was from then known in my school as the girl who got ahead using her accommodations. A girl who didn't have to go to study hall and could have a free get-out-of-class card. While those statements have bits of truth they are not true. I didn't go to my study hall period because I had to go to a tiny classroom at the bottom of the school. A tiny classroom filled with self-dissatisfaction. A place where the second you did something wrong you went three steps back. A place of boredom. A place where I could never move on or gain my confidence back. A place where decisions were made for me. Decisions I have come to appreciate. The place I went to was a place to help me with my learning disabilities. I have always loved school but the little choice in decisions was suffocating. I was pulled out of recess for meetings. I was forced to take dozens of speed reading tests. I rarely ever enjoyed a day of school with my friends without being taken away from them. I was not only diagnosed with dyslexia but also anxiety, depression, and ADHD.
I hated reading because of all of this but in middle school, I was persuaded to read “The Selection Series” by Kiera Kass. I loved everything from the dystopian theme to the drama and suspense of the war. This was the series that changed my life it isn't my favorite but it will always have a special place in my heart.
As time went by things got better. I got put in therapy which is helping with my anxiety attack and depression. With all these diagnoses came accommodations thankfully. Without my accommodations, there would have been no surviving. I have quite a few accommodations but to name a few I get extra time on math tests, an option to go see my support counselor when needed, and test be read to me. Now I feel like the smart brown girl in class. I feel free to be me.
My Plan and Reason to Help and Voice of Understanding:
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. For me, this happened when my cousin Aisha visited us from Canada this summer. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists for Fall’23 I'm a mentee at 'MLee Therapy' and for the Spring’24 semester, I'll be mentored by 'Love Speaks Speech & Language Services'.
After just 5 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, and aiding them to find their voices.
@ESPdaniella Disabled Degree Scholarship
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. For me, this happened when my cousin Aisha visited us from Canada this summer. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists for Fall’23 I'm a mentee at 'MLee Therapy' and for the Spring’24 semester, I'll be mentored by 'Love Speaks Speech & Language Services'.
After just 5 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, and aiding them to find their voices.
Hicks Scholarship Award
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this situation centered around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with the most challenging time in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse some, 'the color yellow' has become my symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is usually fun for some while transformative for others, mine turned out to be a very arduous time as our family was mired with my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. What began in 9th grade and since continued has profoundly impacted my aspirations and my overall personality, molding me into a more empathetic, adaptable, and resilient person.
My mother's hospitalization was an incredibly challenging time for everyone in my family especially for me as I was the youngest and needed her the most at a very critical time in my life. I was shielded from many of the gory details, the only thing I knew was that she couldn't communicate with me because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her for this entire ordeal due to COVID regulations, which only permitted one adult visitor in her room. This forced separation caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also unbearable anxiety that she may never return. Anxiety about never seeing her felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and multiple surgeries later, my mom finally returned home. Yellow may be the uplifting color of warmth and energy for most as it symbolizes the morning sun’s shining rays giving birth to encouragement and optimism. For me, it was the fading daisy petals on her bedside table and the bland color of the walls. Yellow is the color of her skin due to malnutrition and her inability to move out of bed.
Upon returning home, I noticed a significant shift in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed". This wasn't just an occasional mood swing, it happened daily. Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was hard to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, she was diagnosed with PTSD which marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swinging from a moment of affection to a violent outburst finally started to make sense.
It has been four years since this nightmare began and I couldn't have imagined that anything positive would emerge from such a painstaking experience. However, I now feel like a different person, I am much more calm, forgiving, and empathetic, I have become more self-reliant and self-assured, and I have started to trust my judgment. Above all, I understand that life may throw a curve ball presenting us with hardships and obstacles, but it's our fortitude that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, 'the color yellow’ no longer symbolizes pain, heartache, and hardship instead it now serves as a reminder that life is not always fair or filled with happiness. That was particularly true for the better part of my high school years during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Harriett Russell Carr Memorial Scholarship
Life often teaches us heart-touching and transformative lessons that leave lasting impressions and permanently reshape our lives for the better. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada this summer. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle and optimism taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My search for further understanding of these disorders led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a specialized discipline that provides training to help the individuals impacted by these disorders and improve their quality of life. To further my understanding and gain some hands-on experience, I contacted a few local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school. I successfully enrolled in two student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I will be a mentee at the 'MLee Therapy' and for the next Spring’24 semester, I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services”.
After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I was amazed to see how few minor adjustments can make such a huge impact in transforming lives. I finally feel like I have found my calling, I see endless opportunities in this profession to empower individuals like Aisha, helping them overcome their impairments, igniting the spark of communication, and aiding them to find their voices.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities. I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic. Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
Resilient Scholar Award
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She began resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with PTSD. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've learned to trust my judgment in difficult situations. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Youth Equine Service Scholarship
One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
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Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
Fall Favs: A Starbucks Stan Scholarship
As the cooler breeze of autumn sweeps through the streets, Starbucks transforms into a welcoming haven, offering a delightful array of fall-inspired beverages. Among these, my absolute favorite is the Hot Apple Crisp Oatmilk Macchiato. More than just a drink, it's a warm embrace that announces the arrival of fall and invokes cherished memories.
The Hot Apple Crisp Oatmilk Macchiato is a sensory experience. It combines hot apple cider, oat milk, and espresso to create a delightful blend of flavors. The sweetness of the apple cider harmonizes with the espresso's bitterness, while the creamy oat milk adds a touch of luxury. Every sip feels like a comforting hug, a perfect antidote to the chilly weather outside.
What makes this drink even more special is the memory it holds. Three years ago, on my birthday, I had my first taste of this delightful concoction. The memory is etched in my mind as a moment of pure joy and contentment. The drink seemed to capture the essence of the season, enhancing the crisp air, rustling leaves, and the delight of celebrating. Since then, this beverage has become inseparable from my autumn experiences.
In essence, this Starbucks creation is more than a drink; it's a treasured part of my fall story—a reminder of the warmth, comfort, and nostalgia that the season brings. It beautifully encapsulates the essence of autumn, making it a beloved companion as I navigate the changing seasons and cherish the simple joys that this time of year brings.
If I were to compare this fall-inspired Starbucks drink to a character in my autumn story, it would resemble a nurturing and comforting figure, much like a loving mother. This beverage envelops me in its soothing warmth, shielding me from the seasonal chill, just as a mother would protect her child. It's a constant presence, providing solace and reassurance as we transition from carefree summer days to contemplative autumn evenings.
Beyond its taste and memories, the Hot Apple Crisp Oatmilk Macchiato epitomizes the essence of "sweater weather." The aroma of apple and cinnamon mingled with espresso evokes thoughts of cozy sweaters, scarves, and boots—the quintessential attire of autumn. It serves as a reminder to embrace the simple pleasures of the season, from leisurely walks through fallen leaves to the anticipation of upcoming holidays.
In summary, the Hot Apple Crisp Oatmilk Macchiato is more than just a beverage; it's a symbol of autumn's comfort and warmth, a vessel of cherished memories, and a constant companion through the changing seasons. Its flavors and the emotions it evokes make it an integral part of my fall narrative, reminding me to appreciate the simple joys that this beautiful season offers.
Bulchand and Laxmi Motwani Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Vertex Reliability PEAK Engineering Scholarship
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
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My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling.
Scholarship Institute’s Annual Women’s Leadership Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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The University of Texas at Austin's core purpose, "To Transform Lives for the Benefit of Society," deeply resonates with my aspirations in the field of speech-language pathology. I firmly believe that my experience at UT-Austin will serve as the catalyst for my personal and professional growth, equipping me with the knowledge, skills, and values needed to make a significant impact in the lives of individuals with communication disorders and, by extension, benefit society at large.
UT-Austin's commitment to academic excellence, esteemed faculty, and rigorous curriculum will deepen my knowledge, it will nurture critical thinking and problem-solving skills required for addressing the complex challenges individuals with communication disorders face. The university's diverse community will broaden my perspective. Interacting with students from various backgrounds will enhance my cultural competence and empathy. UT-Austin's emphasis on experiential learning and clinical opportunities will allow me to apply classroom knowledge in real-world settings.
Furthermore, the university's dedication to fostering innovation and entrepreneurship resonates with my outlook for the future. UT-Austin's dynamic ecosystem of startups, incubators, and industry partnerships will help foster creativity and allow me to explore innovative solutions to these unique challenges. I envision leveraging these resources to develop cutting-edge strategies that can enhance the lives of individuals with communication disorders.
To sum up, UT-Austin's central mission aligns perfectly with my goal of changing and impacting lives. It will provide me with a well-rounded education, diverse viewpoints, hands-on clinical experience, and the essential skills for making a lasting difference in the lives of those with communication disorders and society at large. With great enthusiasm, I look forward to commencing this transformative journey, fully confident that UT-Austin will equip me to be a catalyst for positive change in the field of speech-language pathology post-graduation.
Elizabeth Schalk Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety of never seeing her again and that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, like giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Bald Eagle Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again and that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Ethel Hayes Destigmatization of Mental Health Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change that would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've grown more self-reliant and self-assured, learning to trust my judgment in difficult situations. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
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Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
Mental Health Scholarship for Women
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again and that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, like giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Elevate Mental Health Awareness Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change that would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've grown more self-reliant and self-assured, learning to trust my judgment in difficult situations. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
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Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
Elijah's Helping Hand Scholarship Award
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, like giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
William Griggs Memorial Scholarship for Science and Math
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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The University of Texas at Austin's core purpose, "To Transform Lives for the Benefit of Society," deeply resonates with my aspirations in the field of speech-language pathology. I firmly believe that my experience at UT-Austin will serve as the catalyst for my personal and professional growth, equipping me with the knowledge, skills, and values needed to make a significant impact in the lives of individuals with communication disorders and, by extension, benefit society at large.
UT-Austin's commitment to academic excellence, esteemed faculty, and rigorous curriculum will deepen my knowledge, it will nurture critical thinking and problem-solving skills required for addressing the complex challenges individuals with communication disorders face. The university's diverse community will broaden my perspective. Interacting with students from various backgrounds will enhance my cultural competence and empathy. UT-Austin's emphasis on experiential learning and clinical opportunities will allow me to apply classroom knowledge in real-world settings.
Furthermore, the university's dedication to fostering innovation and entrepreneurship resonates with my outlook for the future. UT-Austin's dynamic ecosystem of startups, incubators, and industry partnerships will help foster creativity and allow me to explore innovative solutions to these unique challenges. I envision leveraging these resources to develop cutting-edge strategies that can enhance the lives of individuals with communication disorders.
To sum up, UT-Austin's central mission aligns perfectly with my goal of changing and impacting lives. It will provide me with a well-rounded education, diverse viewpoints, hands-on clinical experience, and the essential skills for making a lasting difference in the lives of those with communication disorders and society at large. With great enthusiasm, I look forward to commencing this transformative journey, fully confident that UT-Austin will equip me to be a catalyst for positive change in the field of speech-language pathology post-graduation.
Kerry Kennedy Life Is Good Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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The University of Texas at Austin's core purpose, "To Transform Lives for the Benefit of Society," deeply resonates with my aspirations in the field of speech-language pathology. I firmly believe that my experience at UT-Austin will serve as the catalyst for my personal and professional growth, equipping me with the knowledge, skills, and values needed to make a significant impact in the lives of individuals with communication disorders and, by extension, benefit society at large.
UT-Austin's commitment to academic excellence, esteemed faculty, and rigorous curriculum will deepen my knowledge, it will nurture critical thinking and problem-solving skills required for addressing the complex challenges individuals with communication disorders face. The university's diverse community will broaden my perspective. Interacting with students from various backgrounds will enhance my cultural competence and empathy. UT-Austin's emphasis on experiential learning and clinical opportunities will allow me to apply classroom knowledge in real-world settings.
Furthermore, the university's dedication to fostering innovation and entrepreneurship resonates with my outlook for the future. UT-Austin's dynamic ecosystem of startups, incubators, and industry partnerships will help foster creativity and allow me to explore innovative solutions to these unique challenges. I envision leveraging these resources to develop cutting-edge strategies that can enhance the lives of individuals with communication disorders.
To sum up, UT-Austin's central mission aligns perfectly with my goal of changing and impacting lives. It will provide me with a well-rounded education, diverse viewpoints, hands-on clinical experience, and the essential skills for making a lasting difference in the lives of those with communication disorders and society at large. With great enthusiasm, I look forward to commencing this transformative journey, fully confident that UT-Austin will equip me to be a catalyst for positive change in the field of speech-language pathology post-graduation.
Sammy Ochoa Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change that would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've grown more self-reliant and self-assured, learning to trust my judgment in difficult situations. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Jeanie A. Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time and I was only fifteen. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Be A Vanessa Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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The University of Texas at Austin's core purpose, "To Transform Lives for the Benefit of Society," deeply resonates with my aspirations in the field of speech-language pathology. I firmly believe that my experience at UT-Austin will serve as the catalyst for my personal and professional growth, equipping me with the knowledge, skills, and values needed to make a significant impact in the lives of individuals with communication disorders and, by extension, benefit society at large.
UT-Austin's commitment to academic excellence, esteemed faculty, and rigorous curriculum will deepen my knowledge, it will nurture critical thinking and problem-solving skills required for addressing the complex challenges individuals with communication disorders face. The university's diverse community will broaden my perspective. Interacting with students from various backgrounds will enhance my cultural competence and empathy. UT-Austin's emphasis on experiential learning and clinical opportunities will allow me to apply classroom knowledge in real-world settings.
Furthermore, the university's dedication to fostering innovation and entrepreneurship resonates with my outlook for the future. UT-Austin's dynamic ecosystem of startups, incubators, and industry partnerships will help foster creativity and allow me to explore innovative solutions to these unique challenges. I envision leveraging these resources to develop cutting-edge strategies that can enhance the lives of individuals with communication disorders.
To sum up, UT-Austin's central mission aligns perfectly with my goal of changing and impacting lives. It will provide me with a well-rounded education, diverse viewpoints, hands-on clinical experience, and the essential skills for making a lasting difference in the lives of those with communication disorders and society at large. With great enthusiasm, I look forward to commencing this transformative journey, fully confident that UT-Austin will equip me to be a catalyst for positive change in the field of speech-language pathology post-graduation.
Laura Thorne Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. My mother went into the hospital with the threat of getting three different types of cancer and came out forever changed. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
My mother's hospitalization was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several missing organs later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. My mother went into the hospital with the threat of cancer and came out with an obscene amount of PTSD.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Rick Levin Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change that would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've grown more self-reliant and self-assured, learning to trust my judgment in difficult situations. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
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The person who influenced my journey with dyslexia the most is Mrs. Caroline Wilson. I met Mrs. Wilson in the 3rd grade and since then she has always been the teacher who comes to mind when people ask. She was this adorable sweet little woman. She gave sweet grandma vibes. I love her even now she follows my mother on Facebook and whenever she sees anything about me she always has something nice to say. She was there to help me with my homework. I remember in the fourth grade I had to do a project for history class which I aced by the way. It was a 26-page presentation because I was just that extra back then. I had to memorize all this info that I couldn't care less about but she made it so fun. You would think memorizing a boring presentation would be just that boring but she always found a way to make me smile. Even now at the age of 87, she subs at my high school for fun and to visit her old students. Every time I see her she always gives me a massive bear hug and we catch pick things back up like we are best friends. Though I did do boring stuff like speed tests and taking the STAAR test with her she always found ways to make me feel smart and not broken. She is my favorite teacher ever because she showed me that learning could be fun. She showed me the joy of reading. She brought a world of fantasy and mystery into my life and that is the reason she is my hero.
Diverse Abilities Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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The University of Texas at Austin's core purpose, "To Transform Lives for the Benefit of Society," deeply resonates with my aspirations in the field of speech-language pathology. I firmly believe that my experience at UT-Austin will serve as the catalyst for my personal and professional growth, equipping me with the knowledge, skills, and values needed to make a significant impact in the lives of individuals with communication disorders and, by extension, benefit society at large.
UT-Austin's commitment to academic excellence, esteemed faculty, and rigorous curriculum will deepen my knowledge, it will nurture critical thinking and problem-solving skills required for addressing the complex challenges individuals with communication disorders face. The university's diverse community will broaden my perspective. Interacting with students from various backgrounds will enhance my cultural competence and empathy. UT-Austin's emphasis on experiential learning and clinical opportunities will allow me to apply classroom knowledge in real-world settings.
Furthermore, the university's dedication to fostering innovation and entrepreneurship resonates with my outlook for the future. UT-Austin's dynamic ecosystem of startups, incubators, and industry partnerships will help foster creativity and allow me to explore innovative solutions to these unique challenges. I envision leveraging these resources to develop cutting-edge strategies that can enhance the lives of individuals with communication disorders.
To sum up, UT-Austin's central mission aligns perfectly with my goal of changing and impacting lives. It will provide me with a well-rounded education, diverse viewpoints, hands-on clinical experience, and the essential skills for making a lasting difference in the lives of those with communication disorders and society at large. With great enthusiasm, I look forward to commencing this transformative journey, fully confident that UT-Austin will equip me to be a catalyst for positive change in the field of speech-language pathology post-graduation.
Project Kennedy Fighting Cancers of All Colors Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. She went in with plenty of cancerous pollaps and came out with PTSD and a few missing organs. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change that would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've grown more self-reliant and self-assured, learning to trust my judgment in difficult situations. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
E.R.I.C.A. Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
Krewe de HOU Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
Healing Self and Community Scholarship
My cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
Our Destiny Our Future Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my time at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities.
I also witnessed that these animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation.
Moving forward, this has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
Trever David Clark Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change would emerge from such a painful experience. I've emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Mental Health Importance Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life at times resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Reasons To Be - In Memory of Jimmy Watts
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
Michael Rudometkin Memorial Scholarship
One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
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Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
Maida Brkanovic Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change that would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my time there I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
Brian J Boley Memorial Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has often resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with PTSD. This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices, such as giving up time with friends, to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined any positive change that would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
As I prepare for the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned. To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Walking In Authority International Ministry Scholarship
One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
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Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I strongly feel like I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
Dounya Discala Scholarship
I believe in the unique phenomenon where specific colors, sounds, or scents can evoke powerful emotions. For me, this phenomenon centers around 'the color yellow,' which became closely associated with challenging times in my life. Just as hearing about a pickle can instantly repulse many people, 'the color yellow' has become my personal symbol for difficult moments. My life has, at times, resembled a sticky, yellow pickle.
High school is a transformative period for many, but my high school experience was uniquely shaped by the challenges presented by my mother's surgery mishap and her extended stay in the hospital during my freshman year. This experience profoundly impacted my character, relationships, and aspirations, ultimately molding me into a more compassionate and resilient individual.
During my mother's hospitalization, it was an incredibly challenging period. I was shielded from many of the details as my family tried to protect me from the distressing aspects of the situation. However, what I did know was that I couldn't communicate with my mom because she was often in and out of consciousness. Furthermore, I wasn't allowed to visit her until four months later due to COVID regulations that permitted only one adult visitor at a time. This forced separation from my mom caused not only intense pain and loneliness but also overwhelming anxiety that I might never see her again. Anxiety that she may die felt like I was in a pickle every day.
Nine months and several surgeries later, my mom finally came home. Yellow was the fading daisy petals on the bedside table. Yellow was the incredibly bland color of the walls. Yellow like the color of her skin due to malnutrition and not being able to eat anything. Upon returning home, I noticed significant shifts in my mother's behavior. She became increasingly prone to anger, resembling someone who perpetually "woke up on the wrong side of the bed." This wasn't an occasional mood swing; it happened every day.
Throughout my life, she has been my closest confidante and best friend. However, as her health deteriorated, I felt my anchor slipping away. It was challenging to comprehend how something invisible on an X-ray or absent from a blood test could cause so much pain. Eventually, her doctors diagnosed her with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This prognosis marked the beginning of my journey toward understanding the intricate nature of her condition and how it would impact our lives from that point forward. Her personality swings, ranging from moments of affection to violent outbursts, suddenly made sense to me. Amidst this turmoil, I realized that I would need to mature rapidly to care for her, which meant making sacrifices to be there for my mother.
Four years have passed since this ordeal began, and I couldn't have imagined anything positive would emerge from such a painful experience. I have emerged from it as a profoundly changed person, I have become more patient and empathetic toward others, recognizing that we all carry hidden battles. I've grown more self-reliant and self-assured, learning to trust my judgment in difficult situations. Above all, I've learned that life inevitably presents hardships and obstacles, but it's our response and growth in the face of adversity that defines us.
To me, yellow no longer symbolized sadness but instead represented how easily things could be taken away. It stood as a testament that the reality of life isn't always filled with joy, and that was particularly true for a good part of my high school years, during which I often felt a profound sense of blue.
Shays Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
A Man Helping Women Helping Women Scholarship
Life is a powerful teacher, often surprising us with heart-touching and transformative lessons, leaving lasting impressions, and permanently reshaping our lives. In my case, this happened when my cousin Aisha recently visited us from Canada. Aisha's unique condition affects her ability to speak, and her daily struggle to overcome the ordinary tasks that we all take for granted, such as having a simple conversation or ordering food at a restaurant has truly inspired me. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism, and witnessing her peculiar way of communicating with expressive gestures using both facial expressions and body movements showed me that our human connection goes beyond speaking. Her words may be flawed, but her constant struggle taught me the importance of empathy, adaptability, and resilience in overcoming adversity.
My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology. This discipline offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on experience and further my understanding of this profession, I contacted a couple of local speech-language pathologists during my final year of high school and successfully enrolled in their student mentorship programs; for the Fall’23 semester I am being mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and I will be mentored by “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services” during my Spring’24 semester. After just 3 weeks in the mentorship program, I feel I have found my calling. I now see endless opportunities to empower individuals like Aisha, igniting the spark of communication, helping them overcome their impairments, and assisting them in finding their voices.
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One of the most impactful opportunities I've had throughout high school was volunteering at Austin Pets Alive!, an innovative lifesaving institute to rescue animals at risk of euthanasia. This volunteer experience allowed me to work closely with abandoned and abused animals, providing them with much-needed care, love, and a safe environment during probably their most vulnerable time. During my tenure at Austin Pets Alive!, I helped organize local pet adoption events and participated in various animal well-being activities. I also had opportunities to interact with a few service animals and their devoted caretakers, I was amazed at the incredible impact these animals have on individuals with disabilities.
I also witnessed that these rescued animals don’t just help people with special needs but can also aid people with anxiety and depression disorders. These mental illnesses are at their peak these days thanks to the rise of phone addiction and social media, compounded with the recent pandemic and COVID isolation. The record-breaking adoption of these furry friends in the last few years is a testament to their ability to also help address the recent loneliness epidemic.
Moving forward, this short stint has taught me some valuable lessons and reinforced in me the importance of rescue and welfare of these voiceless helpers, as these furry creatures bring companionship and joy to some while serving as the lifeline for those in serious need. I believe this volunteer experience has left a lasting impression on me to help the most vulnerable in our society while bringing joy and happiness to those in despair, and better prepared me to effectively contribute both in and out of the classroom at UT.
Al-Haj Abdallah R Abdallah Muslim Scholarship
1. Recently my cousin Aisha who has autism visited us over the summer from Canada. Watching her perseverance and tenacity against autism absolutely inspired me, witnessing her unique way of communicating with expressive gestures with both facial expressions and body movements showed me that communication goes beyond speaking. My research into understanding various speech and language disorders has led me to the field of speech-language pathology, a discipline that offers the opportunity to treat these disorders and improve the quality of life for individuals affected by them. To gain additional hands-on knowledge and further my understanding of this profession, I have chosen to be mentored by 'MLee Therapy' and “Love Speaks Speech & Language Services”, a couple of local speech and language therapy facilities during my final year of high school. I see endless opportunities to empower individuals like my cousin Aisha, helping them break free from the confines of their challenges, and assisting them in finding their voices and igniting the spark of communication within them.
2. My strengths are honesty, loyalty, listening, and being a hard worker. I also speak five languages. My weaknesses are getting too excited about things, my ADD, and my phone. Normally when I'm working on anything important I keep my phone in a different.
3. My name is Sarah Mohammad. I am a Muslim and go to the Islamic Center of Lake Travis every Friday for Jumu’ah. I was born in raised in Austin Texas. Go Longhorns!! I would love this scholarship. I feel like its entirety fits me and my life very well.
4. My favorite books are "Out of My Mind" by Sharon Draper and "Wonder" by R.J. Palacio. My favorite songs are "Arcade" by Duncan Laurence and "Yellow" by Coldplay.
5. As a Muslim I consider my community and my family my greatest achievement. Through volunteering, charitable donations, and active participation in community initiatives, I strive to create a more compassionate society. It's not just about giving back; it's about fulfilling a duty and living out the values of compassion and charity that Islam teaches us. While personal accomplishments and successes are important, as a Muslim, I find my greatest fulfillment in the impact I can have on my family, community, and society. These contributions reflect the values of compassion, service, and social responsibility that are central to my faith, and I consider them to be my most significant achievements