As someone who struggles with mental health myself, I found that empathy and compassion is my saving grace. A hug from my parents, someone smiling at me or telling me I am doing great, or even my friends asking me, “Are you okay?” is part of my love language that shows care. Knowing that I have loved ones who care, I give back to them and others with the same responses to uplift their mental well-being. I also discovered that I am one’s cheerleader by encouraging them they are doing their best in their tasks, providing them compliments, saying hello, or conversing with them. I would be told that seeing me is a joy or I am fun to talk to. With that in mind, I would like to incorporate those tactics through consulting in my dream career. From an actuarial science to an accounting student, I have found that I could incorporate empathy and compassion if I were to become a forensic accountant. As a victim of a scam, it took me months to rise from a deep depression from that and other factors in my personal life and I do not hope the same for anyone. After I changed my major and started taking a Fraud and Forensics accounting class, the thought of becoming a forensic accountant blossomed. I would like to spend my studies and dream career learning about accounting principles and how to scams avoid scams, as well as be encouraging and uplifting with my services, to provide others a good emotional, financial, and mental well-being in their lives. For those who managed to avoid being scammed, I would congratulate them for trying to stay financially safe. As for those who fell into the traps of a scammer, I would encourage them ways to build up their finances with a fresh start and remind them that the consequences they encounter do not define them by character. From my experience, I found that scams and the banking consequences can bring emotional trauma not just from losing financial stability, but betrayal, loss of trust, and feeling gullible would be hard to forget. As someone who came out from rock bottom from compassion, love, and encouragement from my loved ones, I want to advocate for not only fighting scams but also for mental health.

Abortion is one of the most challenging topics for me to discuss. It is a choice that I struggle with from scenarios between young girls stressed about pregnancy and having nothing to offer for their children and women feeling forced to end their unborn babies as if they were dogs needing euthanization. Abortion advocates will argue that a baby may have no good life to live in this world if the parents cannot afford to raise their child. From a pro-life perspective, on the other hand, this baby does not need to end up in the hands of death when it can be in the arms of a trusted adoptive family. Another abortion argument might state that the parent decides to dispose of the baby. Yet my counterclaim for this point is it is the parent’s choice to keep the baby, even if they are currently digging their way to financial stability, for that child to grow up successful. Not having an abortion was the action my parents decided on. For years, my folks worked to dig out thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt because they attended a private university and had to use credit cards to pay their loans. While they were still trying to make ends meet, my mom continued holding me inside her womb until the day of my birth. During labor with me, she paced around the hospital, worrying about how good enough of a mother she would be. Yet she progressed with nursing me and devoted her time with my dad to caring for me. Four years later, a physician diagnosed me with autism, stressing out my parents since they were unsure if they had the finances to treat my mental needs and raise my newborn brother. It was also a crashing wave to my folks when my brother was diagnosed with ADHD at age three. However, they never regretted giving birth to me or my brother. My parents overcame doubt and committed to motivating and raising my brother and me. Years of fighting, money spending, and memory-making later, I am a second-year at Otterbein University as a junior class status, a licensed driver, involved in the honors [program to double major in math and actuarial science, and working at a good job. As for my brother, he is a high school sophomore in all accelerated classes, plays trombone and is a well-known ROTC member who gives respect to America’s war heroes. If our parents chose abortion, they would not have two successful children prepared to impact their community. Abortion will not only take the lives of unborn human beings, but it prevents the existence of gifted children ready to cultivate goodness in this world. My message for unsure parents does not to allow a lack of opportunities and resources to abort your unborn child; raise them to blossom into successful human beings.

When a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and heartbroken. For three days, my distraught mother sobbed about how her special-needs daughter would struggle while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to begin working on how to motivate me. It took years for my folks to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to leave my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports were not my style. All I preferred eating were chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. I was watching a cartoon, and the thought occurred to me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky eater refusing to complete homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate impulses to publish novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. Wanting an easy career, I randomly chose photography during a field trip. One day in eighth grade, my algebra-one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes, realizing the advantage of getting ahead. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Yet it took me years to accept that life can be challenging and that people grow from challenges. During high school, I tolerated but was not fond of math. Leading up to my junior year, I began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. After my family and I watched ‘The Accountant’ movie and observed the adventures autistic protagonist Christian Wolff was involved in, I felt a dynamic feeling of inspiration and determination flow within me. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication. I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I socialize better than years ago. Additionally, I can complete daily chores without help, apply my makeup, and take orders quickly. Not to mention that I have finished my first year of university, drive by myself, and occasionally practice ASL. Due to my experiences and the opportunities offered, I attend Otterbein University’s honor college as a double major in mathematics and actuarial science. Of course, I will have to accept that I have autism, yet I refuse to make useless excuses about my disability. Instead, I portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society who overcomes her obstacles.

As an autistic student, I am likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid, and I enjoy the subject. Growing up, I was a math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake for me. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my AIR mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Some non-math individuals complain about that numerical topic's complexity, yet nothing in life is unchallenging; everyone gets better. It took me to realize this advice during my career change. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago to improve my skills. Beforehand, I assumed that solving equations was irrelevant until I learned how math corresponds with everything. Patterns for music and measurement for art, designing, engineering, and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages, physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. Additionally, while science, language arts, and social studies involve some form of politics, math usually has no political debate for arguing. For all those reasons, mathematics is ninety percent more relevant to me and my tasks, hobbies, and future.

I formed a passion for advocating for the intellectually challenged through the financial field since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. With the support from speech and occupational therapists and intervention specialists by my side, I became the individual I am today; I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. The people who have hurt or patronized me never even considered my gifts; they only focused on my flaws. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

As an autistic student, I am likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake for me. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my AIR mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an Algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Continuing my mathematical journey, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, taking college math courses. Some non-math individuals complain about that numerical topic's complexity, yet nothing in life is unchallenging; everyone gets better. It took me to realize this advice during my career change. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago to improve my skills. Beforehand, I assumed that solving equations was irrelevant until I learned how math corresponds with everything. Patterns for music and measurement for art, designing, engineering, and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages, physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. Additionally, while science, language arts, and social studies involve some form of politics, math usually has no political debate for arguing. For all those reasons, mathematics is ninety percent more relevant to me and my tasks, hobbies, and future.

At first, I used to dread taking calculus. I heard countless stories of how intelligent people would take this course and end up with an F. Even a good friend would exclaim how she has a D in AP calculus. Once my precalculus teacher explained calculus is essential for those entering the science field, I understood its purpose. Engineering, health, chemistry, and biology all need this topic as a foundation for knowledge. Also, mathematical careers, such as actuaries and mathematicians, must learn calculus. Even my double major in math and actuarial science needs a foundation in calculus. Now that I will be attending university, my bachelor's degree requires me to take Calculus one, two, and three. Actuarial science must involve mathematical concepts calculating the rate of change of different quantities. Resolving problems involves implementing calculus when studying math. Once I become a bookkeeper; then an actuary, I have to be equipped with those numeric problem-solving skills from calculus. Of course, calculus is more than just critical for STEM. Even history and geography honor its creation. Archimedes (287-212 BC) from Ancient Greece and Bhaskara II (1114-1185 AD) in medieval India developed calculus ideas at unknown periods, yet these ideas were never fully developed. In the early seventeenth century, Pierre de Fermat created adequality, a method for finding a function's derivative equaling zero, or the equation: F'(x)=0. This early discovery led to the birth of calculus. Isaac Newton (1642-1726) and Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz (1646-1716) independently developed modern calculus in Europe during the late seventeenth century. Around the same period, the contemporary calculus elements appeared in ancient Greece, China, and the Middle East, then in medieval Europe and India. Since then, calculus has played a massive part in mathematics, and educators continue to teach this subject in the twenty-first century. Other than social studies, English language arts involves discussing calculus, including the topic of this particular essay. Other publications and articles might even write about the history of calculus, such as the sources I used; What Is Calculus? by Robert Coolman and The Discoverers of Calculus by AMSI. Students would read textbooks containing the calculus curriculum; soon, I will become one of those students. In university, I will be a calculus learner reading the directions of math problems applying them to that subject, then solving them. Calculus plays a colossal role in education. Without it, society would be different. Engineers, technicians, and actuaries would not have the variable knowledge needed to resolve different situations. Some of our late historians would not be honored. This form of math is critical for learning but also impacts our society and the workforce.

As an autistic student, I am likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a female math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly my piece of cake. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift and find my interest in STEAM. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an Algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary through the STEAM field captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. Plus, in the STEAM field, I can incorporate art into my career, such as being an accountant for a museum. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents since my mathematical journey has not finished. I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, planning to take college math courses. Once I graduate, I will have a bachelor's in arts for math with a bachelor's in science for actuarial science. For all my circumstances, mathematics is a hundred percent relevant to me and the puzzle of my life.

When a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and heartbroken. For three days, my distraught mother sobbed about how her special-needs daughter would struggle while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my folks to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to leave my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports were not my style. All I preferred eating were chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. I was watching a cartoon, and the thought occurred to me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky eater refusing to complete homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate impulses to publish novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. Wanting an easy career, I randomly chose photography during a field trip. One day in eighth grade, my algebra-one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes, realizing the advantage of getting ahead. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Yet it took me years to accept that life can be challenging and that people grow from challenges. During high school, I tolerated but was not fond of math. Leading up to my junior year, I began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. After my family and I watched ‘The Accountant’ movie and observed the adventures autistic protagonist Christian Wolff was involved in, I felt a dynamic feeling of inspiration and determination flow within me. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication. I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I socialize better than years ago. Additionally, I can complete daily chores without help, apply my makeup, and take orders quickly. Not to mention that I have finished my first year of university, drive by myself, and occasionally practice ASL. Due to my experiences and the opportunities offered, I attend Otterbein University’s honor college as a double major in mathematics and actuarial science. Of course, I will have to accept that I have autism, yet I refuse to make useless excuses about my disability. Instead, I portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society who overcomes her obstacles.

As an autistic student, I am likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a female math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly my piece of cake. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an Algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents since my mathematical journey has not finished. I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, planning to take college math courses. Once I graduate, I will have a bachelor's in arts for math with a bachelor's in science for actuarial science. For all my circumstances, mathematics is a hundred percent relevant to me and the puzzle of my positive impact on the world.

I formed a passion for advocating for the intellectually challenged through the financial field since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks and formed great relationships during my lifetime; still, I remember feeling patronized and mistreated by other people just for being born with a mental disability. The people who have hurt or patronized me never even considered my gifts; they only focused on my flaws. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

I formed a passion for advocating for the intellectually challenged through the financial field since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. The people who have hurt or patronized me never even considered my gifts; they only focused on my flaws. Knowing how being outcasted because of mental health hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

My family and I formed a passion for advocating for the intellectually challenged through the financial field since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. The people who have hurt or patronized me never even considered my gifts; they only focused on my flaws. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

My acts of service usually involve obedience and developing skills. During my high school sophomore year, I had color guard fees and expenses for the marching band DisneyWorld trip. My dad decided for him and me to volunteer at the concessions stand for Red, White & Boom. I was nervous about working on Independence Day due to autism and anxiety; I wanted to have a chill Fourth of July. However, I needed to add money to my high school band account. That was one of the ways that I could have my fees and trip paid off since I was out of the labor force and my parents were both teachers. When Dad and I arrived at the Clippers Stadium, I was amazed at how huge the stadium was. I do not watch baseball, yet it was twice as big as my high school's football field. I could imagine myself happily performing on grassland as large as this field without worrying about fees because I was about to earn money. Looking at the size and knowing how many people were going to the Independence Day event, I had to prepare to start working. After waiting for at most twenty minutes, Dad and I finally started working. The man running the concessions gave us individual tasks. As I constructed cheeseburgers, saucing wings, coated funnel fries with powdered sugar, and handing orders to customers, I noticed that I worked fast. At the time, I had no fast food experience. My dad was bragging to the man about how hardcore I am. Sure enough, this experience brought out productivity within me as a helper. After at least three or four hours of helping, I got to treat myself to a spectacular, colorful firework show. Once Red, White & Boom ended, Dad told me that the workers were impressed with how I did at the concessions. I followed directions, prepared food efficiently with proper sanitation, and was respectful to everyone. Since then, I realized that I can work fast when I should. To this day, I learned that I, an autistic individual, can operate better than I think. Even though it was not until three years later that I got a fast-food job, I also volunteered at another Red, White, & Boom, along with other Clippers Games events. My actions of volunteering proved to the autistic community that anyone could be a help to society, no matter of flaws.

Performing as a color guard takes astronomical skills. Having pointed toes, straight postures, pretty free arms, toothy grins, counting, catching every toss, and more are essential for a graceful performance. The outdoor color guard has enough challenges with weather and sweating, yet the winter guard; (indoor color guard) can press buttons. Winter guard involves way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. Either way, both forms of color guard need persistence and creativity for success. Yet one big problem with the color guard is the pressure to feel good enough. While this dance sport is fun and usually inclusive, there should be another method to make it less stressful. If I had money and resources, I would start a business for my community of all ages to learn color guard for fun. Out of creativity, I call it a Color Guard Center. It would almost be like an indoor sky-diving range, a roller in for kids to host a skating birthday party, or an ax-throwing place for people to go ax-throwing without danger. One trait all these entertainment sites have in common is no pressure from competition. No tears from failure, no stress from learning, no yelling over errors. Just fun, laughter, and applause. For instance, in The Amazing Race during season 33, there was a challenge for contestants who had to put together a flag routine in Switzerland. While they were first learning and imperfect at it, the most important part was they had a ball learning. With Color Guard Centers, they would fund the local performing arts' general welfare. For this business to happen, it should be in a mall, large building, or strip mall. When customers walk in, employees would greet them and have them experience several thirty-minute sessions, one with a flag, one with dance, one with a rifle, one with a saber, one with a baton, and one with an air blade. The clients would pick each session in the order of their choice and learn how to perform without the pressure of perfection. After those sessions, customers can explore the Color Guard Center’s gift shop full of equipment, t-shirts, gloves, key chains, and more that cost less than the competition would charge. There would also be pictures of the clients performing their choreographed movements that are cheaper than ones at very competitive contests. To plan out the business, the Color Guard Center could offer different events. One could be the original, which would be just flag and dance. Another might be the deluxe, consisting of flag, dance, and a choice of the other sessions. Also, one more could be the triumvirate, having a flag, dance, and two options between the sessions. There can even be an event choice of teams; whichever gets a higher vote can earn a buy one get one free souvenir from the gift shop or picture. As for birthday parties, the guests can do all sessions, receive a gift card for either a free item or a discount on photos, and the birthday child can pick a song of their choice to choreograph. Color Guard Centers should blossom in business as problem-solvers for the stress and anxiety over color guards. With no pressure to feel perfect and a more available experience, anyone can enjoy the sport for fun with no scored competition or bad blood. Not to mention that all events are cheaper than one season of color guard, and the dancing is not an intense workout. With Color Guard Centers, the color guard could improve as an activity. Yet to have money for resources, I must win this scholarship.

As an autistic student, I am likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a female math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly my piece of cake. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an Algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents since my mathematical journey has not finished. I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, planning to take college math courses. Once I graduate, I will have a bachelor's in arts for math with a bachelor's in science for actuarial science. For all my circumstances, mathematics is a hundred percent relevant to me and the puzzle of my life.

The technology that inspires me is software meant to budget and invest in companies. It is essential for mathematics, finance, and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, so learning about this technology would help me become successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship and an actuary job, I will utilize software to help me budgets, such as RStudio, Power BI, or Access. That way, I could increase progress in monitoring worldwide cash inflows and outflows through resources. Technology should assist in expanding my career and impact on the world, using my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics. Technology has the advantage of beings detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, just like autistic people, including myself. Before improving my socialization, the order of operation equations would appear in my mind. I memorized basic geometry as a toddler, thanks to Baby Einstein videos. My teachers were amazed that I was a human calculator because of help from math computer games. A 100% on my online AIR mathematics test, without calculator use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun, with practice through technology. Now that I am taking math college courses at my university, my mathematical journey continues with the help of technology. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting for the world. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the global economy using my talents and online research. With a laptop by my side, financial counseling will be one of the greatest joys of my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will work with other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other clients in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in the letter "T" in STEM for the world's benefit. People, businesses, the economy, and the world need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship for school.

I formed a passion for advocating for the intellectually challenged through the financial field since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. The people who have hurt or patronized me never even considered my gifts; they only focused on my flaws. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

When a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and heartbroken. For three days, my distraught mother sobbed about how her special-needs daughter would struggle while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my folks to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to leave my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports were not my style. All I preferred eating were chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. I was watching a cartoon, and the thought occurred to me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky eater refusing to complete homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate impulses to publish novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. Wanting an easy career, I randomly chose photography during a field trip. One day in eighth grade, my algebra-one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes, realizing the advantage of getting ahead. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Yet it took me years to accept that life can be challenging and that people grow from challenges. During high school, I tolerated but was not fond of math. Leading up to my junior year, I began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. After my family and I watched ‘The Accountant’ movie and observed the adventures autistic protagonist Christian Wolff was involved in, I felt a dynamic feeling of inspiration and determination flow within me. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication. I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I socialize better than years ago. Additionally, I can complete daily chores without help, apply my makeup, and take orders quickly. Not to mention that I have finished my first year of university, drive by myself, and occasionally practice ASL. Due to my experiences and the opportunities offered, I attend Otterbein University’s honor college as a double major in math and actuarial science. Of course, I will have to accept that I have autism, yet I refuse to make useless excuses about my disability. Instead, I portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society who overcomes her obstacles.

Generational wealth is being financially healthy for your family by investing and saving. Many people assume investing is too time-consuming and strenuous to pull off. According to legendary Dave Ramsey, that is not the case. He mentioned, Keep it simple, silly (KISS), meaning everyone can start anytime, and nobody has to be rich to do so. His one tip I will consider with heart is to invest in what you understand. Once they took his suggestion, Mr. Ramsey’s advice uplifted my family's financial status. For years, my folks worked to dig out thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were trying to have ends meet years later, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. My parents felt so stressed that they were unsure if they had the finances to treat my mental needs and raise my newborn brother. When they had the chance to attend Mr. Ramsey's classes, my folks learned how to invest from a tip I like. My parents understood they had to invest in our needs, such as shelter, food, clothing, prescription medication, etc. Our family set our finances once they finished the needs and included wants for zoo memberships, COSI tickets, and eat-outs for a Little Caesars pizza and fast food. My parents could climb out of their money situations because they took Ramsey’s advice. Today, they have better incomes, and we do not have numerous financial issues. Better again, not only have my parents paid off a lot of loans, I am currently in a better place financially as a college student. While I cannot afford to pay $6745 in student loans or lease an apartment, investing and saving my money will help me further. As for my peers, I often hear how they have spent so much money and are broke because they did not receive proper financial advice. It saddens me that numerous college students struggle with their finances, giving me the determination to take action. I plan to achieve generational wealth is to set a proper budget, begin investing for retirement, not waste my money, and keep working at my part-time job and my on-campus job. Because of Ramsey’s teachings, I feel inspired to help free my parents from their student loans and also for me to become a financial worker as a special needs girl in the mathematical field. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream career of being an actuary and keeping good generational wealth for my family. When I become an actuary, I can work to help companies and other people invest.

The technology that inspires me is software meant to budget and invest in companies. It is essential for mathematics, finance, and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, so learning about this technology would help me become successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship and a job as an actuary, I will utilize software that will help me budget. That way, I could increase progress in monitoring worldwide cash inflows and outflows through resources. Technology should assist in expanding my career and impact on the world, using my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics. Technology has the advantage of beings detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, just like autistic people, including myself. Before improving my socialization, the order of operation equations would appear in my mind. I memorized basic geometry as a toddler, thanks to Baby Einstein videos. My teachers were amazed that I was a human calculator because of help from math computer games. A 100% on my online AIR mathematics test, without calculator use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun, with practice through technology. Now that I am taking math college courses at my university, my mathematical journey continues with the help of technology. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting for the world. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the global economy using my talents and online research. With a laptop by my side, financial counseling will be one of the greatest joys of my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will work with other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other clients in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in the letter "T" in STEM for the world's benefit. People, businesses, the economy, and the world need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship for school.

I formed a passion for advocating for the intellectually challenged since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues going into the mathematical field. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

The dream version of myself is me as an actuary who has time to travel, lives in a nice home, possibly married to a wonderful man while owning a dog and a cat, but most importantly as one who impacts the financial decisions of a company and clients for their benefit

As an autistic student, I am likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake for me. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until the junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an Algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Continuing my mathematical journey, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, taking college math courses. Some non-math individuals complain about that numerical topic's complexity, yet nothing in life is unchallenging; everyone gets better. It took me to realize this advice during my career change. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago to improve my skills. Beforehand, I assumed that solving equations was irrelevant until I learned how math corresponds with everything. Patterns for music and measurement for art, designing, engineering, and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages, physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. Additionally, while science, language arts, and social studies involve some form of politics, math usually has no political debate for arguing. For all those reasons, mathematics is ninety percent more relevant to me and my tasks, hobbies, and future.

I formed a passion for advocating for the intellectually challenged since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

Perseverance is persistence in doing something despite the challenges or delays one must endure. Take color guard, for instance. Like any sport, the color guard takes astronomical skills. Having pointed toes, straight postures, pretty free arms, toothy grins, counting, catching every toss, and more are essential for a graceful performance. The outdoor color guard has enough challenges with weather and sweating, yet the indoor color guard, called the winter guard, can press buttons. Winter guard involves way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. Either way, both forms of color guard need perseverance for success. It was difficult for me to learn fast and get accepted into varsity winter guard because I have autism -- freshman-me struggled. As for my sophomore year, I improved my skills yet was still mediocre. My struggles were tossing and keeping good body quality. I sobbed when my coach told me I was not ready for varsity. Luckily, she let me have the option of practicing during the varsity rehearsals. Putting my big-girl pants on, I wiped away my tears and committed extra hours of practice. Even though I had to be given tips for my tosses and technique because of bad habits, I refused to give up. I prioritized practicing for numerous hours to get into the varsity winter guard. Over time, I made my flag tosses look easy, and my spinning appeared immaculate. By my junior year of marching band, the coaches barely had to correct me. I felt like I impressed older members and had great runs. Still, my inner perfectionist forced me to work harder. By the second winter guard audition, butterflies fluttered inside my stomach. My coach called my name and asked if I preferred to spin with varsity or JV winter guard. After I told her my preference in wanting to perform for varsity, even mentioning how hard I practiced, she told me I deserved to be in the varsity winter guard. I was overjoyed when she said with tears in her eyes I had grown so much. My perseverance paid off. Now that I finished color guard, I feel grateful for the opportunity to learn from my errors and get back on my feet which granted me successful seasons. I thank my perseverance for having me push through four years of high school color guard, bringing me so many memories. Because I persevere, I should win this scholarship.

One aspect of being an American is finding ways to make our country a better environment for inhabitants. Some people have the biased belief that America, their own country, is a cult. Our schools stopped stating the Pledge of Allegiance. Several citizens refused to stand or remove their caps for the National Anthem. For months, I have noticed the lack of respect my home-born country has received. The United States is not an authoritarian. Sadly, all the tension over politics, race, and gender is like a civil war tearing our country apart. America will not improve unless citizens choose to work on discovering improvements to provide for the country. As an American citizen, I have come to observe dishonesty from the government. Our founding fathers established the United States as a democracy, a type of government created to be fair. Dishonesty and fairness are opposite characteristics. Congress has lied to citizens for decades, making up story after story, such as the recent coin shortage and the Federal Reserve requesting more coins. In reality, piles of currency through pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters are hostage. All these manipulative “government leaders” hold power over American citizens and their colleagues. Also, having authority over the world could count. Even worse, some current politicians have mentioned degrading racist comments against our social justice standards for race and ethnicity. For instance, Barack Obama is the only black president that has led the United States. Though minorities are participating in the American government, whites have played a huge role in politics. 40% of Cabinet members are considered minorities. Unfortunately, some politicians have contributed to tearing some citizens apart from race. For decades, whites and minorities, such as African Americans, Latinos, Asians, etc., have fought about what is considered racist. To this day, the United States of America still consists of a divide between Black Lives Matter and those against the group. The government must give the impression that racial equality is essential to the United States and support those of any race who have felt discriminated against. Not only has race been an everlasting issue, but gender rights struggled as well. Women have continued to hold to a low standard compared to men. Throughout the 245-year-old United States history, there still has not been a single astute, honorable female U.S. president elected. While we have a female vice president, she is our first one. Besides, there were only 119 women part of the House of Representatives, a total of 27.4%. With most men in our government, this is associated with society. More than six hundred women get attacked per day. Making matters worse, some of these attackers could be one of our very own politicians; this should never be what the American government stands for. Our government should not only offer more opportunities for ladies capable of improving politics and communities, but they should also support females who have been harassed or abused, whether by males or not. Finally, I can confirm that our country needs to find a way to reduce political and social injustice. That way, the tension may decrease as well. Now, I will admit that there will always be tension, no matter the circumstances, due to the world we inhabit. Yet this point does not include that anyone can make a vast difference in improvement, by helping our government and resolving tensions between minorities and whites, along with males and females. You can become the solution for America’s future. Make your decision.

I formed a passion for advocating for the mentally disabled since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included in society but also considered an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

If I were to win a scholarship, I would use the award for college, which would lead me to success. I am attending the honor college of Otterbein University, a private four-year university, to double-major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. Its total cost, tuition, room, meal plan, and books, is $46,562. So far, I have earned $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans, yet this is still not enough. With my parents still having to pay their student loans for almost thirty years, I am also at risk of being saddled with debt because I have autism, and I do not want to be in this situation. To reach my desired plans during college, I will work harder in university, intern as a bookkeeper, and use the scholarship money for school expenses. Luckily with math being my best subject, I should have the opportunity to be a successful financial worker. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, the order of operation equations would appear in my head. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year that I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, which interested me more than photography, my chosen occupation back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary as an autistic woman, he showed me “The Accountant” movie. While I do not desire entanglement in situations autistic protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past self for equipping math, and my fear of having a demanding job faded. Actuary science calls my name; I am 100% destined to become an actuary. I should win this scholarship to get closer to my dream career of becoming an actuary. When I become one, not only will I help improve the finances of companies and other people, but I could also prove to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future lack of success. When taking a step to volunteer, I could inspire autistic people to do the same. Since one of the nation’s serious issues is generational debt and poverty, allowing me to break that cycle will permit me to help others, including my parents, get out.

Many people assume investing is too time-consuming and burdensome to pull off. According to legendary Dave Ramsey, that is not the case. He mentioned, “Keep it simple, silly” (KISS), meaning everyone can start anytime, and nobody has to be rich. His one tip I consider with heart is to invest in what you understand. Ramsey’s advice uplifted my parents’ financial status. For years, my folks worked to dig out thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt because they attended a private university; and had to use those credit cards to pay their loans. While they were still trying to make ends meet, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism years later. Along with raising my newborn brother, my parents felt so stressed that they were unsure if they had the finances to treat my mental needs. When they had the chance to attend Mr. Ramsey’s classes, my folks learned how to invest. My parents understood they had to invest in our needs, such as shelter, food, clothing, and prescription medication. Once they finished the needs and included wants for zoo memberships, COSI tickets, and eat-outs for Little Caesar’s pizza and fast food, our family had budgeting financially set. My parents climbed out of their money situations because they took Dave Ramsey’s advice. Today they have higher incomes, more organized budgets, less loans due, and we do not have numerous financial issues. Because of Ramsey’s teachings, I feel inspired to become a financial worker as a special needs girl in the mathematical field. His online Finance course was so intriguing and informative that I spent hours jotting down notes, word for word. To achieve this dream, I must educate myself to be financially stable. My self-taught methods include reading my notes, planning my budget, making comparisons of finance with my economics knowledge, and putting some of Mr. Ramsey's tips into tactile practice. Once I obtain experience of having good financial literacy, I could use that experience to work as an actuary to help teach clients how to invest and budget their money. After all, a sole purpose of an actuary is to educate people to help them achieve adequate financial literacy. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream career of being an actuary. When I become one, I can help companies and other people invest, along with me providing the proper education for financial literacy.

As an autistic student, I am more than likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake for me. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Continuing my mathematical journey, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, taking college math courses. Some individuals complain about that numerical topic's complexity, yet nothing in life is unchallenging; everyone gets better. It took me to realize this advice during my career change. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago to improve my skills. Beforehand, I assumed that solving equations was irrelevant until I learned how math corresponds with everything. Patterns for music and measurement for art, designing, engineering, and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages, physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. Additionally, while science, language arts, and social studies involve some form of politics, math usually has no political debate for arguing. For all those reasons, mathematics is ninety percent more relevant to me and my tasks, hobbies, and future.

As someone with autism and anxiety, I can get upset and have difficulty calming down. I tend to relax by listening to music, finding a quiet place, or biking. Some people do similar hobbies to calm down. Others struggle. They cannot concentrate properly, their behavior can be out of control, or their issues not resolved. While I believe some drugs are beneficial for people who are sick or have problems, at the same time, not all medication is a permanent cure for everyone’s troubles. Unfortunately, Substance Use Disorder (SUD) has taken over some lives. Demi Lovato, for instance, overdosed four days after their performance of their cathartic song Anyone. Their hopelessness due to drugs almost cost them their life. Legendary singer Whitney Houston died from a drug-related accidental drowning because of cocaine. SUD hallucinates that your worries will go away if you take this pill. It breaks my heart to hear about people giving in to lies from drugs, and I am determined for Substance Use Disorder to end. Years ago, a family friend’s daughter got into drugs. It took over her life as she ran away from numerous rehab centers. Our family friend was in despair, knowing her daughter gave in to the fire of drugs. It was not until the family friend’s husband drove to where the daughter was located that and managed to bring her to the help she needed. After self-reflection and recovery, the daughter is now an inspiring counselor for those with her experiences. She has grown to be a loving daughter, wife, and mother who sends kind, motivational messages to her loved ones. The girl has even published a poem about what being on drugs is like. Hearing her story, I am inspired to encourage others not to get into drugs. I could imagine myself as someone traveling to colleges sharing experts from those who experienced SUD. My main message will say not to let drugs be the answer to any problem; you have to choose how to solve it. Also, with my accounting skills, I can help fund anti-drug organizations with financial resources, such as DARE or CADCA, and possibly work as a treasurer for any anti-SUD foundation. So far, one step I have taken toward SUB awareness was taking a Narcan training class, learning about how harmful narcotics can be and how to use Narcan to gain overdosed people's consciousness back. This training can benefit me to help prevent overdose deaths. Substance Use Disorder is a national problem in society that needs to end. I need to win this scholarship to become a financial helper for anti-drug movements.

Over the past year, I eventually began to accept myself for making mistakes. During mid-adolescence, I was a perfectionist. Of course, there is nothing entirely wrong with being a perfectionist, considering that I studied long for outstanding grades in school and practiced for graceful performances in color guard. However, perfectionism would consume me on a day-to-day basis. When brushing my teeth, I would take at least five minutes just so my teeth would feel vigorously brushed and not have a spot missed. Typing scholarship essays would take me hours of contemplating the best prompt. Putting up my hair would mean not having a single bump. I would overthink an awkward comment or verbal diarrhea I said to an acquaintance or friend, hoping I did not reply too bizarrely. My growth from that mindset sprouted on a weekend of work. My job was the first one I got hired to, and I was an adequately good cashier but a slow learner as a barista. It took me at least a month to learn how to prepare drinks and complete other tasks. Nearly every workday, there was always an error that I felt that other employees noticed. Some mistakes were overflowing a coffee machine, scooping ice with someone else's cup, and flooding the floor with a freedom solution. I remember crying in my dorm after one of my crummiest days at work. Once that weekend rolled over, I knew I had to prepare since no leads were at work then. On Saturday, I had my A-game on brewing coffee, grabbing supplies, helping newer employees, and cleaning up the coffee shop. On the other hand, Sunday was so busy that I struggled to open another restaurant, keep up with orders, make sandwiches quickly, and put all the dishes and utensils back where they were. I dwelled on that weekend, fearing how the leads would react, yet part of me felt resilient for putting up with two busy days. The following weekend, I clocked in outside and breathed before entering the coffee shop. After I walked in and set my bookbag down, I immediately got started. I learned to make an iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso for a coworker, which I made correctly. Another newer employee needed assistance, and I helped her at the right time. Throughout the evening, I rapidly made drinks, took orders, wiped down counters, rinsed dishes, and swept and mopped the floor. I was doing so well that an impressive colleague told me, "You're on it today." Even if I made a few mistakes that day and more on Sunday, part of me felt relieved. While this mannerism took a while to develop after that productive weekend, I stopped stressing over most of my mistakes. I realized that my coworkers would not dwell on my mistakes as much as I would and accepted that I was human. Although I occasionally stress about huge errors I made, I eventually would laugh the little ones off and let the vast but done-and-over-it mistakes slide. I would not be too hard on myself when dropping sleeves on the floors or having a tall stack of cups tip over. Most importantly, I reflect on my progress and how much I improved. If it were not for challenges on one busy weekend, I would not have developed the strength to reduce my perfectionism. Today, I am proud that I learn from my mistakes.

As someone with autism and anxiety, I can get upset and have difficulty calming down. I tend to relax by listening to music, finding a quiet place, or biking. Some people do similar hobbies to calm down. Unfortunately, others struggle. They cannot concentrate properly, their behavior can be out of control, or their issues not resolved. As a coping mechanism, they use alcohol. While I believe one drink of alcohol is not always harmful, at the same time, alcohol is never a permanent cure for someone’s troubles. Also, it can make it difficult to drive safely. Unfortunately, drinking while driving has taken over some lives because of sad difficulties. An uncle of mine grew up as a hothead due to his biological mother, not my grandmother, leaving him when he was a young boy. During his teens, he began drinking. One day, he decided to have a beer while driving and crashed into a car with a family. My uncle and the victims were lucky to survive, yet he had to endure the consequences in jail. Worse, drinking did not resolve his temper. Instead, he did not keep in contact with the family, no matter how many cards and gifts my grandparents, dad, and my other uncle would send him. No response nor a thank you. Hopefully, my uncle is getting by and becoming a better man, yet he gave in to alcohol and made his choice. After hearing this story, I vowed against drinking while driving, just like my father swore against sipping alcohol. If I chose to commit underage drunk driving, I would spend my days in jail instead of preparing for college. Rather than getting behind the wheel with wine, I am deciding to focus on college credit plus studies. Instead of taking a bottle of vodka with me on the road, I choose to prepare myself for Otterbein University as a double major in actuarial science and math. Even though there will always be drinkers, I would do anything to be an advocate for anti-drunk driving. I could work as an actuary for anti-drunk driving foundations. Also, I can help fund anti-drunk driving organizations with financial resources, such as DARE or DADSS, with my accounting skills. After learning about the dangers of alcohol behind the wheel, I prefer funding anti-drinking-while-driving public service organizations instead of spending money on beer. Drunk driving is a national problem in society that needs to end. I need to win this scholarship to become a financial helper for anti-drunk driving movements.

When I was a huge reader, the most inspiring book I read was Beholding Bee. Despite its World War II setting, I guarantee anyone could relate to the protagonist Beatrice, or Bee, whether they embody a huge facial birthmark or have a disability like me. This book intrigues me since everyone needs to learn to accept their contrasts. Beholding Bee is considered a book that I could have everyone in the world read. Bee is an orphan tween inhabiting the back of a truck located in a carnival. Constantly antagonized over her dark-colored birthmark, she imagines it as a precious diamond but continues hiding it. One summer day, feeling abandoned and rejected, she flees with a dog and her piglet, Cordelia. Eventually, they discover two enigmatic; yet noteworthy ladies, Mrs. Swift and Mrs. Potter, who teach Bee to assert herself despite her massive port-wine stain through adventures and friendships. Soon, she realizes she is more than just born with a birthmark. Bee learns that she is an extraordinary human being in her way. Author Kimberly Newton Fusco publishes this novel, teaching people to include themselves as a part of the world, no matter their differences and flaws. I had to learn how to develop self-love, despite my autism. With support from my family and friends, my self-esteem eventually rose. Knowing that I will have to accept that I am diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder, my disability does not make me less, just like a birthmark. If it were not for my loved ones, I would not have realized that I am remarkable, different, or not. “Beholding Bee” encompasses a creative plot and fascinating storyline, but this book also holds a powerful, inspiring message to uplift people struggling to accept themselves. For that reason, the novel is the book I would have everybody in the world read.

Many people assume investing is too time-consuming and strenuous to pull off. According to legendary Dave Ramsey, that is not the case. He mentioned, Keep it simple, silly (KISS), meaning everyone can start anytime, and nobody has to be rich to do so. His one tip I will consider with heart is to invest in what you understand. Once they took his suggestion, Mr. Ramsey’s advice uplifted my family's financial status. For years, my folks worked to dig out thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were still trying to make ends meet years later, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. My parents felt so stressed out that they were unsure if they had the finances to treat my mental needs and raise my newborn brother. When they had the chance to attend Mr. Ramsey's classes, my folks learned how to invest from a tip I like. My parents understood that they had to invest in our needs, such as shelter, food, clothing, prescription medication, etc. Once they finished the needs and included wants for zoo memberships, COSI tickets, and eat-outs for a Little Caesars pizza and fast food, our family finances were decently set. My parents could climb out of their money situations because they took Ramsey’s advice. Today, they have better incomes, and we do not have numerous financial issues. Better again, not only have my parents paid off a lot of their loans, I am currently in a better place financially as a college student. While I cannot afford to pay all my student loans or lease an apartment, investing and saving my money will help me get financially further. As for my peers, I often hear how they have spent so much money and are broke because they did not receive proper financial advice. It saddens me that numerous college students struggle with their finances, giving me the determination to take action. Because of Ramsey’s teachings, I feel inspired to not only help free my parents from their student loans but also for me to become a financial worker as a special needs girl in the mathematical field. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream career of being an actuary. When I become an actuary, I can work to help companies and other people invest.

My excitement about a computer science degree is using my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest in companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am minoring in data science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship; then a job as an actuary, I will use software that would help me budget. Technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world, knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, so combining math and technology should not be difficult for me. Before improving my socialization, the order of operation equations would appear in my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me furious at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. I blew my teachers away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts, and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. If it were not for calculators, educational videos, and math computer games and websites, all these fun moments would not happen. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of computer science, has not finished yet. If I were working in computer science, I would picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research. Having a laptop by my side and helping people with technology will be one of the greatest joys of my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will work with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have my actuary science and mathematics double major calling my name; I feel destined to become an actuary in STEM. People, businesses, and the economy need me in computer science as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

My actuary career will make an optimistic impact on the world by improving one's finances while proving to society that being autistic does not define my success. Some people have discriminated against me for my disability, yet I will not let that get the best of me. I accomplished a lot and have a ton of gratitude for it. Most of my math classes resulted in As on my report cards, leading me to the honor roll. By my senior year, I have completed all my high school credits. I also grew up with a loving family and supportive friends who appreciated my gift of math and cared about me for who I am, inspiring me to do the same. Whether these individuals enjoy or disapprove of math, they acknowledge how stellar I am at it. They support me in attending Otterbein University's honor program, believing I will do well in double majoring in math and actuarial science. As payback for their care and support, I plan on becoming an actuary who helps people achieve financial stability. With the ability to assess financial risks, I could teach individuals how to properly budget, invest, and save money. That way, these people will have a lower possibility of debt, and I can help my parents climb out of the student loans they have been paying for over twenty-five years. As teachers who attended a private university, they were not given a lot of financial aid. Worse, because I have autism, I have a greater risk of being saddled with debt. Along with debt, ableism is another issue that I want to fight by becoming an actuary. If I become an actuary, I could prove to the world that being a disabled person does not mean I cannot make any achievements. Throughout my life, people have assumed that I would not be fortunate because I struggle with my disability. I have been ignored, bullied, judged, and accused of not doing the right thing. Yet these individuals have underestimated my gifts and passion. I socialize with people more than years ago, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have gotten accepted into twelve universities. I successfully ended my final high school color guard with a 2022 color guard member reward. Also, I graduated with a National Honor Society sash and was in the top 25% of my class. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication, so launching my actuary career will be the next chapter of my life. With national debt and ableism in the hands of the world, my career would help to put a stop to those problems. Actuary science is calling my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary.

Technology is more than just computers and tablets. The best definition for this term is the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry. This foundation of STEM is essential for the workforce. I double-major in math and actuarial science, yet accountants require tracking finances using technology. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me be more successful in my career. Practicing this scientific knowledge through the industry should include different people, such as those with special needs. Including the disabled in technology will give them chances to learn about programming, how to work with algorithms, and construct robots. After all, diversity in technology increases creative ideas and helps fight ableism. One of the world's issues is some people disrespect the disabled and refuse to collaborate with them. People constantly bully children with ADHD for their inability to act normally. Citizens would mock people with Aspergers. Some humans overlook those having to move in wheelchairs when they only ask for assistance or say hello. With technology, though, the support for special-needs people has increased over the years. For example, I saw a Facebook post about a nonverbal autistic boy with optimistic and uplifting commentary. That post helped me realize how technology contributed to autism rights, inspiring me to work with technology in my dream actuary career. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, I have a numeric mindset that works well with technology. Also, my creativity can be a lot more influential than analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite must learn how to integrate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, our world would be pedestrian. No one would comprehend if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand thoughts about society and the world. When incorporating variousness through technology, more doors would open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve tech-based projects. Individuals on the autism spectrum are advantaged by being detailed-oriented and using minutiae reasoning. While these people struggle with social interaction, regular humans can work with them to help with socialization and communication, while the autistic can bring out their knowledge. This concept will work like two peas in a pod. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and inspiring. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and phone, but I would also motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued information technology, I would represent an autistic female in a STEM career. Special-needs people must participate in technology. Programmers with ADHD should work to help code instructions in different languages. Deaf architects might have to incorporate the best designs for a skyscraper. When we add disabled people to technology, we not only generate a variety of creativity, but we would also include distinct people. You need me in technology; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

I formed a passion for advocating for the mentally disabled since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included not only in society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

As a Disney kid growing up, I loved a lot of characters. But if I had to choose, I would say Rapunzel. I used to be scared of the movie Tangled, but I immediately fell in love with the character. This brave princess is a curious and adventurous individual who keeps a smile on her face and is willing to make new friends. As stubborn and mischievous as she is, Rapunzel is inclined to work hard, tries to help solve problems, and cares about her loved ones. I am in college, and watching Tangled sounds groovy because of Rapunzel's character. One of my favorite moments with Rapunzel was when she was trying to break up the brawl with the ruffians tackling Flynn Rider. She ends ups tying her hair to panhandle and whacking the leading ruffian behind the head then the room is dead silent. After screaming, "Put him down," she mentions how Flynn was on a journey with her. Rapunzel goes on with, "Find your humanity!! Haven't any of you ever had a dream??" Even if that ruffian approached her, he admitted that he had a dream once, and it eventually brought the best out of the ruffians. If it were not for Rapunzel's ability to help resolve the tension, Flynn would still have been held captive. Another scene where I give kudos to Rapunzel is when she tries to discover a way out of the flooded cave and realizes that her glowing hair could find rocks to dig out. After she and Flynn dug out of the cave, she healed Flynn's scar that he got from trying to pull out a sharp stone with her magical hair. Rapunzel's compassionate side comes out; even more; when she returns Flynn's satchel to him. This Disney princess is not only a hero and problem-solver, but Rapunzel is also caring and loyal. All her characteristics are why she is my favorite Disney character.

Throughout my life, at least one pet has lived in the house. Dogs, cats, and fish were by my side. While it can be difficult for an autistic person to display strong emotions, animals usually make me happy. Although a few kids struggle to treat pets carefully, I learned how to stroke a bunny peacefully. Just as several citizens do not bother to rescue a hurting cat, I grew up determined that all domestic animals should have a safe, loving home. Pets bring out gentleness, responsibility, inspiration, and compassion in me. Even though I learn a lot from humans and still have human loved ones, a positive characteristic about pets is they do not bully nor criticize others as some people do. Animals should flip a frown upside down and be the living stuffed toy to hug when feeling blue. With pets, I have someone to greet rather than being snubbed. With a non-human friend, I feel safe and accepted without any background offensive commentary. Pets are worth taking care of since they are glad to be loyal to you. If I did not grow up with pets, I would not have learned to manage time between school and chores and not constantly think about those who have disrespected me and my disability. I would have less appreciation for my life. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I might watch puppy or kitten videos; otherwise, I cuddle with my dog. Pets raise my self-esteem and soften my heart. They are like cheaper emotional support service animals. Although they will not always be around when a place forbids non-service animals, and I would miss my dog on vacation, pets will always be with everyone by heart. Also, animals give me a caring heart and boost my creativity without feelings of disappointment. In eighth grade, my middle school held a contest for designing a walk-for-change t-shirt for the year. Since the school was donating to the Humane Society, I developed a passion for designing that year's t-shirt. Knowing what this chain of animal shelters and charity offers, I drew a picture of a green shirt with a white dog and white cat as the design. At least one week later, I won that contest, and my design was the walk-for-change t-shirt for the year. I was a little disappointed that it took a while for students to be willing to buy those shirts, yet satisfied with my contribution to the walk-for-change by designing a shirt based on the Humane Society. Plus, dogs would not criticize my work. Without my love for pets, I would not have felt the need to donate and draw a shirt for an animal protection organization. Having a non-human friend helps me become the loving, thoughtful person I am today.

I formed a passion for advocating for the mentally disabled since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgmental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included not only in society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

Having autism does not mean I cannot properly care for myself. My disability is never an excuse to smoke or vape, drink large quantities of alcohol, or attempt drugs. My disability is the reason why I try to live clean. Numerous individuals, including those with disabilities, cannot make wise choices for themselves. I was in the same boat. Unfortunately, the results could escalate to self-harm. As for me, I do not want to harm myself. I value myself enough to act independently about my lifestyle and keep a clean balance. People must learn to depend on themselves for good decision-making, no matter their weaknesses and flaws. Not to mention that living clean will improve mental, physical, and nutritional health. Years before, I spent most of my days watching videos or playing video games on my bed, occasionally leaving my room to eat, until now. Each morning, I wake up before noon. As a Christian, I read a daily devotional and a minimum of one bible verse while munching on breakfast. As for hygiene, I brush and floss my teeth twice and shower every night. During my free time, I might either work on schoolwork otherwise exercise. My workouts include one hour of riding an elliptical and possibly strength training. For eating, my breakfast consists of protein, such as corn beef hash, scrambled egg, or sausage. As for lunch, it is laissez-faire since lunch is different every day. Either way, I check if one or both of these meals consists of vegetables, especially a green one. The particular meals could be rice dishes, quesadillas, sandwiches, etc. Even if I do not have the time to get a vigorous workout or not eat anything healthy in one day, I manage to walk a lot. Every day, I surpass my Fitbit goal of seven thousand steps. On my good "physical" days, I could get up to the twenty-thousand mark. As for drugs, alcohol, smoking, or vaping, I refuse to get addicted to anything of these substances. Keeping my physical health in check helps my body operate properly, which can also benefit my mental health. After a sufficient workout, I feel relaxed and calmer than when I started. There was also a point where my seasonal depression declined once I got into yoga. If I am upset, riding an indoor bike assists me in unwinding my emotional brain down. Other than physical activity, I use other resources for obtaining collected mental health, then just letting my emotions get the best of me like they used to. Listening to music and processing how to solve a problem would help me unwind whenever I am in a crabby mood. Rather than spending most of my time isolating myself in my dorm, I get out of my shell and socialize with people. Even though I will always have moments when I mentally do not feel well or if my body does not feel good, there will always be something clean or my loved ones to help my mind get on the right path. Either way, I am well-rounded when trying to be healthy in a mental, physical, and nutritional method. Having the ability to care for my cleanliness impacts me. It assures me that I can carry out my tasks and make the right decisions for my health. Incorporating clean living practices benefits my mental, physical, and nutritional health, which helps me grow and thrive.

I formed a passion for advocating for the mentally disabled since I have experienced feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude; or an awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgmental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be appreciated and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included not only in society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

Having autism does not mean I cannot properly care for myself. My disability is the reason why I try to live mindfully. Numerous individuals, including those with disabilities, cannot make wise choices for themselves. I was in the same boat. Unfortunately, the results could escalate to self-harm. As for me, I do not want to harm myself. I value myself enough to act independently about my lifestyle and keep a clean balance. Even though I grew as an individual, going to college has been a fresh start, and it will hopefully become an experience to improve my mind, body, and soul. During my free time, I might either work on schoolwork without procrastinating, otherwise hang out with friends. Rather than spending most of my time isolating myself in my dorm, I get out of my shell and socialize with people. I will even open up to people about why I am venting about an issue that upsets me. Other times I am in a bad mood, I listen to music and process how to solve a problem to help me unwind. Not only could I loosen up my mind and soul, but I could also calm my body. I wake up peacefully in the morning with enough rest to get me through the day, even if it is less than eight hours. As for hygiene, I brush and floss my teeth twice, apply deodorant, wash my face, and shower. For exercise, I walk to my school's gym and run on the elliptical, along with upper and lower body strength training. After a sufficient workout, I feel relaxed and calmer than when I started. Even if I do not have the time to get vigorous exercise or not eat anything healthy in one day, I manage to walk a lot. Every day, I surpass my Fitbit goal of seven thousand steps. On my good "physical" days, I could get up to the twenty-thousand mark. As for drugs, alcohol, smoking, or vaping, I refuse to get addicted to anything of these substances. Keeping my physical health in check helps my body operate properly, which can also benefit my mental and spiritual health. Besides physical activity, I try to obtain a collected soul. Securing a healthy soul is key to staying mindful. As a Christian, I read a daily devotional and one bible chapter. I also attend a weekly college bible study, sing along during worship, and pay attention to the sermons. I would even listen to Christian music to help me praise the Lord. My soul is satisfied from focusing on my spiritual health, which eventually fulfills my mental and physical health. Having the ability to care for my mindfulness impacts me. It assures me that I can carry out my tasks and make the right decisions for my health. Incorporating clean living practices benefit my mental, physical, and spiritual health, which helps me grow and thrive as an individual. Although I will always have moments when I mentally do not feel well, my body does not feel good, or I am spiritually unengaged, there will always be something clean or my loved ones to help me get on the right path. Either way, I am well-rounded when focusing on mind, body, and soul.

Having autism does not mean I cannot properly care for myself. My disability is never an excuse to smoke or vape, drink large quantities of alcohol, or attempt drugs. My disability is the reason why I try to live clean. Numerous individuals, including those with disabilities, cannot make wise choices for themselves. I was in the same boat. Unfortunately, the results could escalate to self-harm. As for me, I do not want to harm myself. I value myself enough to act independently about my lifestyle and keep a clean balance. People must learn to depend on themselves for good decision-making, no matter their weaknesses and flaws. Not to mention that living clean will improve both mental and physical health. Years before, I spent most of my days watching videos or playing video games on my bed, occasionally leaving my room to eat, until now. Each morning, I wake up before noon and unload the dishwasher. As a Christian, I read a daily devotional and a minimum of one bible verse while munching on breakfast. As for hygiene, I brush and floss my teeth twice and shower every night. During my free time, I might either work on schoolwork otherwise exercise. My workouts include ten minutes or so of yoga, one hour riding an indoor bike, or walking my dog for one or two laps around my neighborhood. For eating, my breakfast consists of protein, such as a sausage link, scrambled egg, or a protein shake. As for lunch, it is laissez-faire since I prepare my lunch; this also applies to dinner when my mom is not cooking. Either way, I check if one or both of these meals consists of vegetables, especially a green one. The particular meals I would prepare for myself include a salad, quesadilla, sandwich, etc. Even if I do not have the time to get a vigorous workout or not eat anything healthy in one day, I manage to walk a lot. Every day, I surpass my FitBit goal of seven thousand steps. On my good "physical" days, I could get up to the twenty-thousand mark. As for drugs, alcohol, smoking, or vaping, I refuse to get addicted to anything of these substances. Keeping my physical health in check helps my body operate properly, which can also benefit my mental health. After a sufficient workout, I feel relaxed and calmer than when I started. There was also a point where my seasonal depression declined once I got into yoga. If I am upset, riding my bike assists me in unwinding my emotional brain down. Other than physical activity, I use other resources for obtaining collected mental health, then just letting my emotions get the best of me like they used to. Listening to music and processing how to solve a problem would help me unwind whenever I am in a crabby mood. Rather than spending most of my time isolating myself in my dorm, I get out of my shell and socialize with people. Even though I will always have moments when I mentally do not feel well or if my body does not feel good, there will always be something clean or my loved ones to help my mind get on the right path. Either way, I am well-rounded when trying to live clean, mentally and physically. Having the ability to care for my cleanliness impacts me. It assures me that I can carry out my tasks and make the right decisions for my health. Incorporating clean living practices benefit my mental and physical health, which helps me grow and thrive as an individual.

Having autism does not mean I cannot properly care for myself. My disability is never an excuse to smoke or vape, drink large quantities of alcohol, or attempt drugs. My disability is the reason why I try to live clean. Numerous individuals, including those with disabilities, cannot make wise choices for themselves. Unfortunately, the results could escalate to self-harm. As for me, I do not want to harm myself. I value myself enough to act independently about my lifestyle and keep a clean balance. People must learn to depend on themselves for good decision-making, no matter their weaknesses and flaws. Not to mention that living clean will improve both mental and physical health. Each morning, I wake up before noon and unload the dishwasher. As a Christian, I read a daily devotional and a minimum of one bible verse while munching on breakfast. As for hygiene, I brush and floss my teeth twice and shower every night. During my free time, I might either work on schoolwork otherwise exercise. My workouts include ten minutes or so of yoga, one hour riding an indoor bike, or walking my dog for one or two laps around my neighborhood. For eating, my breakfast consists of protein, such as a sausage link, scrambled egg, or a protein shake. As for lunch, it is laissez-faire since I prepare my lunch; this also applies to dinner when my mom is not cooking. Either way, I check if one or both of these meals consists of vegetables, especially a green one. The particular meals I would prepare for myself include a salad, quesadilla, sandwich, etc. Even if I do not have the time to get a vigorous workout or not eat anything healthy in one day, I manage to walk a lot. Every day, I surpass my Fitbit goal of seven thousand steps. On my good "physical" days, I could get up to the twenty-thousand mark. As for drugs, alcohol, smoking, or vaping, I refuse to get addicted to anything of these substances. Keeping my physical health in check helps my body operate properly, which can also benefit my mental health. After a sufficient workout, I feel relaxed and calmer than when I started. There was also a point where my seasonal depression declined once I got into yoga. If I am upset, riding my bike assists me in unwinding my emotional brain down. Other than physical activity, I use other resources for obtaining collected mental health. Listening to music and processing how to solve a problem would help me unwind whenever I am in a crabby mood. Rather than spending most of my time isolating myself in my dorm, I get out of my shell and socialize with people. Even though I will always have moments when I mentally do not feel well or if my body does not feel good, there will always be something clean or my loved ones to help my mind get on the right path. Either way, I am well-rounded when trying to live clean, mentally and physically. Having the ability to care for my cleanliness impacts me. It assures me that I can carry out my tasks and make the right decisions for my health. Incorporating clean living practices benefit my mental and physical health, which helps me grow and thrive as an individual.

One of our most important necessities is a nutritious lifestyle. A healthy relationship with food is vital for a human being's life. Fresh fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and grains provide us with the energy and nutrients for survival. Healthy eating habits fuel everyone with the supplements we need for our well-being. I grew up as a picky eater who refused to taste my vegetables until I began enjoying food and adding more nutrients to my diet. Staying in good shape is vital for one's life since eating healthy leads to multiple benefits. A sterling example of nutritious dieting is incorporating superfoods into any meal. When meal times come, superfoods will never be a recipe for disaster in my diet. My favorites include strawberries, potatoes, mangoes, peas, onions, eggs, and kidney beans. Not only do I enjoy their taste, but they also provide plenty of vitamins. Beans, for example, contain a lot of protein and fiber, which helps benefit my digestive system, while too-greasy hotdogs could upset my stomach. Peas contain twelve percent of the daily value of magnesium. Strawberries help to lower my blood pressure and protect my heart, unlike Coca-Cola. As for onions, they obtain more vitamins B and C with potassium than the quantity of calories onion rings have. Even nonfried potatoes have vitamin B6 content instead of a French fry's unhealthy cholesterol. Either way, all these superfoods have health supplements to keep my body moving. I can still feel healthy while smacking my lips in satisfaction by eating healthy food. One of the ways I can incorporate healthy eating habits is by adding vegetables, especially green ones, to my entrees. Examples include spinach in my pasta, lettuce in my tacos, or peas in my stroganoff. Once, I even tried baby carrots on a brat. Also, I try to incorporate fruits into my diet. Since my mom usually buys batches of bananas, I might occasionally add them as ingredients for protein shakes, peanut butter sandwiches, pancakes, bread, and possibly more for a good kick of potassium. Otherwise, I might have a mandarin with my breakfast as a side of high vitamin C. Not to mention that I usually include calcium, especially by drinking whole milk with breakfast. Because of calcium, I have sturdy, unbreakable bones and straight, pearly, white teeth. Besides calcium, I eat protein daily in at least one of my meals. Chicken, turkey, peanut butter, sausage links, protein shakes, and scrambled eggs hit the spot, keeping my stomach fueled until the next mealtime, whereas a donut will still convince my stomach that I am still hungry. On top of that, I always drink water. This liquid helps me to digest my food and break them down into essential supplements and waste. Of course, do not get me wrong; I do enjoy fast food. Sometimes a Starbucks Frappuccino sounds scrumptious, or I cannot help but crave a cheeseburger. It is acceptable occasionally treat yourself to fast food; however, eating it during every meal will make you feel sluggish and mentally unhappy. I will admit that it is difficult for me since I use my college's meal plan. Once I munch on a large platter of fries, not only does my stomach feel sick I mentally feel guilty for eating the whole plate. On the other hand, keeping healthy eating habits will result in a satisfied belly and little to no guilt.

Since I have anxiety issues, it never harmoniously combines with anything. When feeling blue, stressed, or angry, one song that inspires me is "Hold On" by Justin Bieber. With those hopeful notes, they assure me as life gets harder, I have people and good memories by my side. In winter guard (indoor color guard), we performers had to enact as if three-hour rehearsals were show-days. One Thursday before a Saturday competition, everyone struggled, since there was no official rehearsal on the Tuesday before. I felt as if I made the most errors and got scolded more. After ending with a full-run, my tears cascaded down. After staying back to hyperventilate my feelings out, I went home and played “Hold On”. This hopeful melody relaxed my mind and I could not help but smile. I recalled members asking if I was okay, the coaches reminding me that they care enough so I am not embarrassed after watching myself perform on video, someone giving me a bag of Cheetos (one of my favorite chips), my dog cuddling with me, and my parents reassuring me that I should give myself grace. Since then, these chords of Justin Bieber are one of those songs that comfort me in stressful times. In this song, Bieber’s theme was to hold on to important moments and people who care about me in life. That Thursday was an epitome of one of my important moments. It was a comparison to the scene in the movie “Inside Out”, when one of the characters releases her sadness over missing her childhood home and realizes that the happy memories were still there and she had loved ones around. If it were not for “Hold On” by Justin Bieber, then I would not have cherished good moments over my days.

“She might not be in accelerated classes.” “Amber is never getting a driver’s license.” “Your daughter will never go to college.” When a physician’s words diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and heartbroken. For three days, my distraught mother sobbed about how her special-needs daughter would struggle in life while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my folks to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with irrelevant nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky-eater not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate impulses in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. One day in eighth-grade, my algebra-one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel uncomfortable being the eldest. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Still, I wanted to take the easy way out. Leading up to my high school junior year, I began enjoying mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played ‘The Accountant’ movie. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary or accountant captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping math, and regretting not appreciating math sooner. For a second chance, I need to win this scholarship for university. My plans are to attend the honor college of Otterbein University, a private four-year university, to double major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. Its total cost is $46,562, and earning $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans is still not enough. This will be a make-up to my parents, who still pay their student loans for almost thirty years. I risk of being in debt because I have autism. My parents raised me to have a better future and deserve more for me.

As a STEM student, I double-major in math and actuarial science instead of science, yet I can use my career to help fund laboratories or conservation centers. I do not consider science my favorite subject, yet it is how the world thrives and operates. It can be a cloudy blue sky with green grass, the colors of a rainbow, or the process of baking a cake. In multiple scientific studies, science takes numerous forms for everyone to acknowledge. Earth provided everyone with a natural home from environmental science. The laws of physics determine the safety of skateboarders flying off a ramp, a basketball's gravity from shooting a hoop, or how a flying squirrel will glide from one tree to another. Laundry detergents, hair dyes, markers, and dish soap are the work of chemistry. While I do not see myself taking a science course in the future, I realize that science brings more to appreciate. With the help of science, the United States has resources available. As a data science minor, I will have access to predicting precipitation chances for the weather or ecology population fluctuation. See, one of the benefits of science is there is usually mathematics, my favorite subject, involved. When I took accelerated chemistry, I had to learn how to calculate the mole ratio using conversion equations. A year later, I incorporated the same method to find miles per hour to revolutions per minute and vice versa. Even though chemistry was one of my least favorite subjects, it helped me learn pre-calculus more quickly. The same topic also assisted me with distinguishing chemical ingredients in laundry detergent, teaching me about toxin awareness. Besides dual enrollment in chemistry, I took a few other science classes that expanded my perception of the world and the human body. During a biochemistry unit in accelerated biology, I comprehended the use of lipids, carbs, and proteins in a diet. I even learned about the benefits of keratin for strengthening hair in the same class. Throughout college Intro to Environmental Science, I grasped the concept of an Environmental Footprint associated with everyone's lifestyles, such as the cars people drive, the clothing individuals wear and go through, or one's meal portion sizes. In the course of taking environmental science, I reviewed different types of biomes I grasped in fifth grade through interest. Science is more than just how the universe works. It can be knowledge for survival and assistance for other subjects. For this reason, society needs to appreciate the importance of science.

If I were to win a scholarship, I would use the award for a college education, which will lead me to success. Currently, I am attending the honor college of Otterbein University, a private four-year university, to double-major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree, along with minoring in data science. Its total cost combined of tuition, room and board, meal plan, and books is $46,562. So far, I earned $31,130 in scholarships and $6,500 in loans, yet this is still not enough. With my parents still having to pay their student loans for almost thirty years, I am also at risk of being saddled with debt because I have autism, and I do not want to be in this situation. Digesting the upper university knowledge will not only make an impact on my future dream job, yet it will help me grow as an individual. For me to continue with my desired plans during college, I will work harder in university, and use scholarship money for school expenses. My higher education means a ton for me to work hard and reach my full potential. The importance of learning is to help one improve their knowledge, wisdom, and character. As difficult as math and actuarial science seems, learning will help me be prepared. Luckily with math being my best subject, I should have the opportunity of passing my courses and being a successful financial worker. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear in my head. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until my high school junior year that I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary as an autistic woman, he showed “The Accountant” movie. While I do not desire entanglement in situations autistic protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of studying actuarial science then becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping math and the ability to take on advanced learning, while my fear of having a difficult job faded. My appreciation for higher-level education increased and I began to take more risks for my studies. As a result, I managed to transfer with 49 college credits and withhold several certifications before I started my first year. Now that I started my university journey, it is time for me to take hold of grasping higher education for the sake of my actuary career. Actuarial science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. I should win this scholarship to get closer to my dream career of becoming an actuary. My valuable college learning depends on the money to move forward with my dreams. When I become one from my college education, not only will I help improve the finances of companies and other people, I could also prove to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future lack of success. When taking a step to grasp in higher education that leads to a special career, I could inspire autistic people to do the same. Since one of the nation’s greatest issues is generational debt and poverty, giving me the opportunity to absorb the higher knowledge to break that cycle will allow me to help others, including my parents, get out as well.

If I were to win a scholarship, I would use the award for a college education, which will lead me to success. Currently, I am attending the honor college of Otterbein University, a private four-year university, to double-major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree, along with minoring in data science. Its total cost combined of tuition, room and board, meal plan, and books is $46,562. So far, I earned $31,130 in scholarships and $6,500 in loans, yet this is still not enough. With my parents still having to pay their student loans for almost thirty years, I am also at risk of being saddled with debt because I have autism, and I do not want to be in this situation. Digesting the upper university knowledge will not only make an impact on my future dream job, yet it will help me grow as an individual. For me to continue with my desired plans during college, I will work harder in university, and use scholarship money for school expenses. My higher education means a ton for me to work hard and reach my full potential. Luckily with math being my best subject, I should have the opportunity of passing my courses and being a successful financial worker. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear in my head. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until my high school junior year that I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary as an autistic woman, he showed “The Accountant” movie. While I do not desire entanglement in situations autistic protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of studying actuarial science then becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping math and the ability to take on advanced learning, while my fear of having a difficult job faded. My appreciation for higher-level education increased and I began to take more risks for my studies. As a result, I managed to transfer with 49 college credits and withhold several certifications before I started my first year. Now that I started my university journey, it is time for me to take hold of grasping higher education for the sake of my actuary career. Actuarial science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. I should win this scholarship to get closer to my dream career of becoming an actuary. My valuable college learning depends on the money to move forward with my dreams. When I become one from my college education, not only will I help improve the finances of companies and other people, I could also prove to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future lack of success. When taking a step to grasp in higher education that leads to a special career, I could inspire autistic people to do the same. Since one of the nation’s greatest issues is generational debt and poverty, giving me the opportunity to absorb the higher knowledge to break that cycle will allow me to help others, including my parents, get out as well.

As an autistic student, I am more than likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a female math genius. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it was not until the junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical gift. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. Today, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, taking college math courses. Some individuals complain about how complex that numerical topic is to them, yet nothing in life is unchallenging; everyone gets better. It took me to realize this advice during my career change. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago to improve my skills. Beforehand, I assumed that solving equations was irrelevant until I learned how math corresponds with everything. Patterns for music and measurement for art, designing, engineering, and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages, physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. Additionally, while science, language arts, and social studies involve some form of politics, math usually has no political debate for arguing. For all those reasons, mathematics is ninety percent more relevant to me and my tasks, hobbies, and future.

As an autistic student, I am more than likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a female math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, an angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly my piece of cake. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until the junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an algebra two review to be a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to entangle myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished. Currently, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, planning to take college math courses. Once I graduate, I will have a bachelor's in arts for math with a bachelor's in science for actuarial science. For all my circumstances, mathematics is a hundred percent relevant to me and the puzzle of my life.

Around the world, 3.3 million humans are employed, which is essential for the global economy. Since I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, the opportunity of being included in S.T.E.M. and the workforce would help me to aid the economy. Me also working in the financial industry would also become a contributing factor to raising workforce diversity. Every business should consist of different people with different points of view. For example, a muscular martial artist may be helping a Star Wars geek renovate an impressive dojo. Otherwise, a flamboyant “Barbie” might design a marvelous race car with a dirt bike-riding tomboy. Having these contrasting points of view consists of diversity. Women should have opportunities to construct robots; African Americans must be allowed to work with chemistry; the disabled need to have a chance to learn about banking. After all, diversity in the workforce increases creative ideas. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, I am more likely to have a numeric mindset compared to a man going into biology. Also, my creativity and imagination can be a lot more powerful than someone’s analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite of some sort must learn how to integrate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, our world would be pedestrian. No one would comprehend if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand one’s thoughts about society and the world. When incorporating variousness through the working industry, more doors would open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve multiple fields for the workforce to thrive. Individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detailed-oriented and using minutiae reasoning. While these people struggle with social interaction, regular humans can work with them to help with socialization and communication, while the autistic can bring out their knowledge. This concept will work like two peas in a pod. It is also vital when a Hispanic employee translates for marketing clients and non-bilingual coworkers or when the blind offers braille alternatives for public education. The deaf should even have a chance to sign for a law firm. When I start working as an actuary, my career will be productive and inspiring. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions, but I would also motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So if I pursued actuarial science and mathematics, I would represent an autistic female going into a S.T.E.M. career that most women would not major in. See, certain people with contrasting ideas must participate in the workforce. Three electrical engineers cannot agree upon everything when creating a fitness app. Designers should work with various ethnicities to help fabricate gorgeous gowns in different cultures. Architects might have to incorporate their coworkers’ interests that they do not have. When we add diversity to the workforce, we would not only incorporate various ideas and techniques; but would also include distinct groups. You need me in the employment-population; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my actuary career.

When returning to school and having to get back into the gist of learning and assignments, my best advice I can provide is give yourself grace and reflect on making smaller goals for improvement. As a perfectionist, I understand how difficult it is to have your plans go oppositely from your desires, or how foolish you may feel when you cannot remember skills a previous class drilled into your brain. It can be a slap-on-the-forehead moment when a bizarre sentence unintentionally comes out of your mouth or when you simply could not find the correct answer for a question. In reality, perfection does not truly exist. There will always be a moment when you might slip up on a pop quiz problem, or are unprepared with all the materials required. Little mistakes alike the ones I mentioned do not define how the rest of your school year will turn out. In fact, making at least error is how the human being improves. Reinsuring yourself and setting on minor goals, could help give them the essential motivation to get them to a point they need to be at. Following those steps will help the school year go by in flying colors.

I formed a passion for being an advocate for the mentally disabled since I have the experience of feeling outcasted. For years, ableism has been one of the nation's problems. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Having anxiety issues did not make my problems any better. Even if I struggle with autism and anxiety, I do not allow them to barricade in my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, and packing school supplies in a warehouse, and participated in bible studies. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgmental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace and less war, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any psychological disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. All humans with any intellectual disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included not only in society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female with anxiety issues. My choice will empower the autistic community and people struggling with mental health to never give up on their dreams and stay strong.

My actuary career will make an optimistic impact on the world by improving one's finances while proving to society that being autistic does not define my success. Some people discriminated against me for my disability, yet I accomplished a lot and had a ton of gratitude. Most of my math classes resulted in As on my report cards, leading me to the honor roll. By my senior year, I have completed all my high school credits. I also grew up with a loving family and supportive friends who appreciated my gift of math and cared about me for who I am, inspiring me to do the same. Whether these individuals enjoy or disapprove of math, they acknowledge how stellar I am at it. They support me in attending Otterbein University's honor program, believing I will do well in double majoring in math and actuarial science. As payback for their care and support, I plan on becoming an actuary who helps people achieve financial stability. With the ability to assess financial risks, I could teach individuals how to properly budget, invest, and save money. That way, these people will have a lower possibility of debt, and I can help my parents climb out of the student loans they have been paying for over twenty-five years. As teachers who attended a private university, they were not given a lot of financial aid. Worse, because I have autism, I have a greater risk of being saddled with debt. Along with debt, ableism is another issue that I want to fight by becoming an actuary. If I become an actuary, I could prove to the world that being a disabled person does not mean I cannot make any achievements. Throughout my life, people have assumed that I would not be fortunate because I struggle with my disability. I have been ignored, bullied, judged, and accused of not doing the right thing. Yet these individuals have underestimated my gifts and passion. I socialize more than years ago, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have gotten accepted into twelve universities. I successfully ended my final high school color guard with a 2022 color guard member reward. Also, I graduated with a National Honor Society sash and was in the top 25% of my class. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication, so launching my actuary career will be the next chapter of my life. With national debt and ableism in the hands of the world, my career would help to put a stop to those problems. Actuary science is calling my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary.

I formed a passion for being an advocate for the mentally disabled since I have the experience of feeling outcasted. Children bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Asperger's Syndrome. Some people ignore humans with Down Syndrome when they ask for assistance or say hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenges of being considered weird or mental. Classmates bullied me about my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, yet being autistic is still not unchallenging beyond levels. Even if I struggle with autism, I do not allow it to barricade in my gifts. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Also, I have been winning the honor roll since my fifth-grade year, earning As and Bs. As a result, I graduated in the top 25% of my class. I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. I have volunteered at several kids' events, a parade, and packing school supplies in a warehouse. Not to mention that I drove myself to school, took my brother to band practice, and occasionally would take some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French; before taking French, Spanish, and Italian. I have accomplished a lot of tasks during my lifetime, yet I still remember feeling patronized and mistreated just for being born with a mental disability. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with; as a leader. It is intricate to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgmental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. Inclusion brings a better chance of peace and less war, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any disability, should be included and treated respectfully as a fellow citizen. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. All humans with any disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every disabled individual should be included not only in society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female. My choice will empower the autistic community to never give up on their dreams.

One of our most important necessities is superfoods. Fresh fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and grains provide us with the energy and nutrients for survival. What I love about superfoods is they fuel everyone with the supplements we need for our well-being. I grew up as a picky eater who refused to taste my vegetables until I began enjoying food and adding more nutrients to my diet. When meal times come, superfoods will never be a recipe for disaster in my diet. My favorite superfoods include strawberries, potatoes, mangoes, peas, onions, eggs, and kidney beans. Not only do I enjoy their taste, but they also provide plenty of vitamins. Beans, for example, contain a lot of protein and fiber, which helps benefit my digestive system. Peas contain twelve percent of the daily value of magnesium. Strawberries help to lower my blood pressure and protect my heart; I can enjoy my strawberry shortcake in peace. As for onions, they obtain more vitamins B and C with potassium than calories. Even potatoes have vitamin B6 content instead of unhealthy cholesterol. Either way, all these superfoods have health supplements to keep my body moving. Of course, my favorite superfoods are not the only superfoods I eat. One of the ways I can incorporate other superfoods is by adding vegetables, especially green ones, to my entrees. Examples include spinach in my pasta, lettuce in my tacos, or peas in my stroganoff. Once, I have even tried baby carrots on a brat. Also, I try to incorporate fruits into my diet. Since my mom usually buys batches of bananas, I might occasionally add them as ingredients for protein shakes, peanut butter sandwiches, pancakes, bread, and possibly more for a good kick of potassium. Otherwise, I might have a mandarin with my breakfast as a side of high vitamin C. Not to mention that I usually include calcium, especially by drinking whole milk with breakfast. Because of calcium, I have sturdy, unbreakable bones and straight, pearly, white teeth. Besides that, I eat protein daily, during one, two, or all of my meals. Chicken, turkey, peanut butter, sausage links, protein shakes, and scrambled eggs hit the spot, keeping my stomach fueled until the next mealtime. On top of that, I always drink water. This liquid helps me to digest my food and break them down into essential supplements and waste. With superfoods, I can still eat healthy while smacking my lips in satisfaction.

Cybersecurity is more than just computers and tablets. The best definition for this term is the practice of protecting systems, networks, and programs from digital attacks. This foundation of STEM is essential for the workforce. I may be double-majoring in math and actuarial science, yet accountants require tracking finances using technology. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me be more successful in my career. Practicing this scientific knowledge through the industry should include different people, such as those with special-needs. The disabled need to have a chance to learn about programming, how to work with algorithms, and construct robots. After all, diversity in technology increases creative ideas and helps fight ableism. One of the world's issues are some people tend to disrespect the disabled and refuse to collaborate with them. Children with A.D.H.D. are constantly bullied for their inability to act “normally”. Citizens would mock people with Aspergers. Some wheelchair-bound humans are overlooked when they only ask for assistance or say hello. With technology though, the amount of support for special-needs people has increased over the years. For example, I saw a Facebook post about a nonverbal autistic boy, which was loaded with optimistic and uplifting commentary. That post helped me realize how technology contributed autism rights, inspiring me to work with technology in my dream actuary career. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, I am more than likely to have a numeric mindset that works well with technology. Also, my creativity can be a lot more powerful than someone’s analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite of some sort must learn how to integrate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, our world would be pedestrian. No one would comprehend if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand one’s thoughts about their society and world. When incorporating variousness through technology, more doors would open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve tech-based projects. We individuals on the autism spectrum are advantaged being detailed-oriented and using minutiae reasoning. While these people struggle with social interaction, regular humans can work with them to help with socialization and communication, while the autistic can bring out their knowledge. This concept will work like two peas in a pod. When working with cybersecurity, I picture my career as productive and inspiring. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. With the certificates I earned from passing Excel and QuickBooks courses, I have the cybersecurity experience to encrypt passwords, load data, and keep information safe. Most importantly, regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued information technology; I would represent an autistic female going into a STEM career. Special-needs people must participate in cybersecurity. Programmers with ADHD should work to help code instructions in different languages. Deaf architects might have to incorporate the best designs for a skyscraper. When we add disabled people to technology, we would not only generate a variety of creativity; but we would also include distinct people. You need me in cybersecurity; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

As an autistic student, I am more than likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a female math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake for me. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an algebra two review to be more a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire entangling myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished. Currently, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, planning to take college math courses. Once I graduate, I will have a bachelor's in arts for math with a bachelor's in science for actuarial science. For all my circumstances, mathematics is a hundred percent relevant to me and the puzzle of my life.

As an autistic student, I am more than likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Growing up, I was a female math genius. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, angry eighteen-month-old me was trying to fathom words to scream, then swearing at my mother with shapes. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my mind, whether curiously unraveling someone's age or the year an event occurred. My elementary school began to notice my blossoming abilities. Just as educators had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided correct answers instead of simple estimations, their minds were astonished by me as a human calculator. My third-grade teacher acknowledged that the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake for me. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, which I continued until sixth grade ended. Later, one hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, in which I never utilized a calculator, granted seventh grade me to take pre-algebra. Today, my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my curious papa wants to see me solve. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Arithmetic is no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Even though I had talent in this subject, it took me years to appreciate my gift. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an algebra two review to be more a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, my chosen major at the time. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire entangling myself in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated a dynamic feeling within me. I started thanking my past self for equipping me with math and giving actuarial science a chance. Then I realized how much I liked math without knowing beforehand. People may dispute that I, a female, could have stuck with photography or my first career choice, writing. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished. Currently, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science, planning to take college math courses. Much as some individuals complain about how complex that numerical topic is to them, nothing in life is unchallenging; everyone gets better. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago to improve my skills. Also, math is involved with everything. Patterns for music and measurement for art, designing, engineering, and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages, physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. Additionally, while science, language arts, and social studies involve some form of politics, math usually has no political debate for arguing. For all those reasons, mathematics is ninety percent more relevant to me and my tasks, hobbies, and future.

As a history geek, one of my favorite historical legends is Helen Keller. What I adore about Ms. Keller is how determined she was to follow her dreams. Not only do I feel inspired to learn ASL, but her character motivates me to persevere through hardships. Her journey began at the age of nineteen months when her folks noticed the outcome of recovering from rubella or scarlet fever. After waving and clapping their hands without acknowledgment, a doctor finally diagnosed Helen as blind and deaf. Since her parents doubted how to handle the situation, Keller became a helpless, tantrum-throwing little girl, similarly to my experiences. When Helen was almost seven, her instructor Anne Sullivan perceived to teach her desperate pupil how to read, speak, write, and behave. Helen also developed lip-reading by placing her fingers on the speaker's lips and throat. With Sullivan's help, Keller grew up from an agitated, confused little girl to become a successful young lady. Keller was fourteen when enrolling in New York City's Wright-Humason School for the deaf, then the Cambridge School for Young Ladies in Massachusetts at age sixteen. In 1900, she won admission to Radcliffe University, graduating cum laude four years later. Her dedication to her studies rose Ms. Keller to fame. During her adulthood, Helen orated speeches in ASL, traveled worldwide on lecture tours, and published at least six novels concerning disability rights. With Roger Nash Baldwin and other activists, Ms. Keller co-founded the American Civil Liberties Union in 1920. By 1937, she prompted the organization of commissions for the blind in thirty states. Keller's legacy outlasted her death in 1968, arousing people to support the disabled. If it were not for her, I would not have developed a lot of inspiration to reach my achievements as a disabled individual.

Planning my day and time management involves a ton of creativity. Whether I am driving to spend coupons, waiting for someone, or the weather is perfect, an idea pops into my mind. Not only would I become more productive and check off more tasks on my to-do list, but I would also complete small goals. Every day, I have to apply creativity to get chores, assignments, errands, and more done. When I was in color guard, I had to make time to practice choreography, tosses, and technique. During my sophomore year, I stayed an extra hour after my JV winter guard (indoor color guard) rehearsals to work on advanced tosses. I began doing the same tasks in my free time in marching band classes during my junior and senior years. Even at home, I would do minor dance tricks and almost perform in place while waiting for my dog to finish doing her backyard business. As a result, I reached my goals of being able to do the tosses I have wanted to attempt and improving as a color guard performer. Of course, the color guard was not the only priority I had to manage time. During the Covid-19 school year, I had a lot of time on my hands on the days I was home. Other than thirty-minute classes on Wednesdays, I used my three-hour break for fifty minutes of yoga, an hour of biking, and the rest for lunch and schoolwork. As for Thursdays and Fridays with no Google meets to attend, I had the whole day of restful sleep, more exercise, learning French on Duolingo, doing chores, and all of my weekly assignments done. My creativity gave me the ideas of how to get my tasks finished and what I needed to do each day.

"Don't wish your life away." I have heard that comment several times, and I still wanted the future to come closer. In grade school, I would look forward to Fridays before the weekend. Sooner than later, a long Monday morning arrives. Each season of color guard, I counted down the days until the final performance, then free time. I currently miss spinning a flag and still have my time occupied applying for scholarships. I grew up eagerly wanting my diploma, believing that my worries would disappear and it would be easier without school. Now I am starstruck that my graduation is less than two weeks away, and soon I will have to take on college expenses. Instead of focusing on the present, I would wish for the future to get closer, thinking life would become undemanding for me. One morning, on April 26, 2022, I received one of the wisest quotes ever told. A family friend of mine, who sends motivational messages every day, sent me a picture of a girl running on a beach beside the water during sunrise or sunset. A quote on that picture says, "Don't wait for things to get easier, simpler, better. Life will always be complicated. Learn to be happy right now. Otherwise, you'll run out of time." Reading that message, I took those words by heart. I stopped rushing to complete every task on my to-do list and began enjoying the beautiful Springtime days. My top priorities went from every scholarship application due in three months to making time to go outside earlier. I would spend most my hours behind my laptop searching for applications, and now I spend my days relaxing with the time I have. Still, I wonder what my future holds, yet the time will come.

Confucius was right when he said, "...Show me, and I may remember. Involve me, and I will understand." During my sophomore high school year, I realized that studying is more than just reading notes. I took an accelerated chemistry class at a dual enrollment level the same year. Beforehand, I could get away with glancing at notes as studying. As for this course, nobody would stand a chance reading off of the material. I could be reading through textbook content for an hour or two and forget what I read. On some occasions, I would meet with my chemistry teacher for tutoring and result with most likely a C on a unit test; other times, I felt confident about the material, then I would fail a quiz with an F. One day, the chemistry teacher mentioned how most of the class failed our recent test. Next, she asked if we took her sources, watched extra videos, and practiced calculations. I thought for a moment and realized that all I had been doing to study was watching her Edpuzzles and jotting down notes to read. Since then, I typed notes on the teacher's recommended websites, solved equations on computer games, and took extra time to watch YouTube chemistry tutorials. Over time, I went from having a C- to a B in dual enrollment chemistry. I may not be majoring in chemistry, and neither was it my favorite subject, yet my chemistry teacher taught me that studying takes practice through tactile learning. To this day, I have noticed that my test results are higher when I am solving equations rather than just reading notes. Tactile learning shows a student is working hard in their studies and taking time to practice putting in their work. These tactile studiers deserve an A.

At first, I used to dread taking calculus. I heard countless stories of how intelligent people would take this course and end up with an F. Even a good friend of mine would exclaim numerous times how she has a D in AP calculus. Once my precalculus teacher explained what this subject truly is, calculus is essential for those going into the science field. Engineering, health, chemistry, and biology all need this topic as a foundation for knowledge. Also, mathematical careers, such as actuaries and mathematicians, must learn calculus. Even my double-major in math and actuarial science needs a foundation in calculus. Now that I will be attending university, my bachelor's degree requires me to take calculus one, two, and three. Actuarial science must involve mathematical concepts calculating the rate of change of different quantities. Resolving problems involves implementing calculus when studying math. Once I become a bookkeeper; then an actuary, I have to be equipped with those numeric problem-solving skills from calculus. Of course, calculus is more than just critical for STEM. Even history and geography honor its creation. Archimedes (287-212 BC) from Ancient Greece and Bhaskara II (1114-1185 AD) in medieval India developed calculus ideas at unknown periods, yet these ideas were never fully developed. In the early seventeenth century, Pierre de Fermat created adequality, a method for finding a function's derivative equaling zero, or the equation: F'(x)=0. This early discovery led to the birth of calculus. Isaac Newton (1642-1726) and Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz (1646-1716) independently developed modern calculus in Europe during the late seventeenth century. Around the same period, the contemporary calculus elements appeared in ancient Greece, China, and the Middle East, then in medieval Europe and India. Since then, calculus has played a massive part in mathematics, and educators continue to teach this subject in the twenty-first century. Other than social studies, English language arts involves discussing calculus, including the topic of this particular essay. Other publications and articles might even write about the history of calculus, such as the sources I used; What Is Calculus? by Robert Coolman and The Discoverers of Calculus by AMSI. Students would read textbooks containing the calculus curriculum; soon, I will become one of those students. In university, I will be a calculus learner reading the directions of math problems applying them to that subject, then solving them. Calculus plays a colossal role in education. Without it, society would be different. Engineers, technicians, and actuaries would not have the variable knowledge needed to resolve different situations. Some of our late historians would not be honored. This form of math is critical for learning, but it also impacts our society and the workforce.

As an autistic student, I am likely to excel in mathematics. It turns out this prediction is valid. Before improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my head, whether figuring out someone's age or the year an event occurred, even if it was unnecessary. Today, I no longer make a habit of it, but my brain still calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my maternal grandpa wants to see me solve out of his curiosity. Addition, subtraction, multiplying, and division are no issues for me to process with a snap of the fingers. To this day, mathematics has become ninety percent more relevant, in my opinion, than ever before. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation for this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an algebra two review to be more a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, which was my chosen major at the time; until tourism attracted my attention. After a lengthy discussion with my father disagreeing with and then convincing me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire to be entangled in the situations the antagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary or accountant captivated a dynamic feeling within me. My love for learning math formed, and I started to thank my past self for equipping me with math, sparking memories and stories. I was a toddler when I memorized basic geometry. In one hilarious moment, eighteen-month-old me was angry at my mother and, trying to figure out words to scream, swore at her with shapes. In third grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. Just as teachers had the guts to mark my responses false when I provided a correct answer instead of a simple estimation, their minds were blown away by me as a human calculator. By fifth grade, my intermediate school teachers recruited me into a "Math Counts" club, and I continued my part until sixth grade ended, but I was in luck. A hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, on which I did not utilize a calculator, granted me to skip up to pre-algebra as a seventh-grader. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's on my report cards. Although I completed all of my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Now folks may dispute that I could have stuck with my first career choice, writing, or my second one, photography. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion; however, actuary science is calling my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Much as some individuals complain about how complex that numerical topic is to them, advice for these people: nothing in life is easy; you get better. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago. Come to think about it: mathematics is involved with literally everything. Patterns for music, including measurement for art, designing, engineering, and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages, physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. All topics will require some math in every circumstance.

Whenever my emotional gas tank is empty, my loved ones are the pump nozzle, and completing an important task is the gasoline pump. My family and friends are why I feel motivated to reach my goals. They compliment me, encourage me, support me, and care about me. Most importantly, my family and friends accept me for my true self, even if I have autism. These people are the ones who fuel my life. Without them, I would be a dead car without gasoline. Whether it was when I got enrolled in Otterbein University, passed all of my college courses, or had an excellent color guard performance, it would lead to my satisfaction of check-marking a goal on my to-do list. I would scroll through positive comments on my social media posts and cannot help but smile at my loved ones' uplifting commentary. With the hit of the like button and a reply of acknowledge back, the positive vibes have filled my bucket. These people have been by my side throughout my journey in life. Without them, I would not have become who I am today.

As the word adventure starts with the first letter of the alphabet, it is the alpha of my goals and my first desire on my bucket list. Being adventurous is one of my blooming qualities. I enjoy trying new cuisine, seeing different monuments, and making fun memories. So far, I have traveled to around thirty states and DC. This summer, I am taking a school trip to fly to Canada, France, and Monaco. I have never flown outside of the United States, so I wanted a chance to do so. I want the opportunity to explore the world, but I also would like to learn how different economies operate. Representing the beta of my dreams; exploring and improving economies is the second task on my bucket list. When I took Dave Ramsey's finance course, I learned that America is in at least sixteen trillion dollars of debt. If this is bad enough, at least twenty-five countries worldwide have a developing economy. Feeling for families struggling, I felt the need to donate to a couple of charities. When I was in Kids Quest, my previous church's kids group, students, including myself, would donate at least one dollar each week to disadvantaged kids in Africa. At that same church, my family and I would drop off a bag of canned goods for pantries to provide food. We have even driven around Columbus, Ohio, giving clothes to homeless individuals. If I were to create a gamma on my bucket list, I would combine my alpha and beta by traveling nationally and internationally to donate to poor communities. What I am passionate about doing in the future contributes to my bucket list, and I believe this helps me list goals to accomplish someday.

When a physician diagnosed me with autism, my parents were shocked and devastated. After three sorrowing days, my parents decided to start motivating me. At first, I refused to cooperate and feared facing challenging subjects. A spark of becoming a writer ignited, but the problem was feeling unconfident to push my limits. Even after winning an essay scholarship, my fear about leaving my comfort zone remained. Attending writing classes at the Thurber House and joining Power of the Pen never stimulated a desire to publish novels. Unfortunately, my writing dream faded, and I chose photography as a major, thinking it would be easier. One day, my eighth-grade algebra teacher recommended college credit plus. Before I could decline, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier, which lit my eyes. Although many of my friends are younger, I used to feel awkward being the eldest, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded until I challenged myself. I started appreciating my academic talents and joined this program. By high school, I began enjoying college classes, including advanced mathematics. As a result, my double-major in mathematics and actuarial science began, replacing photography. I went from being afraid to go through challenging topics and taking flight; to having the courage to register for testing courses and being able to take a risk for my future.

When I performed for the color guard, members needed cheering for encouragement. Newer students would struggle with basic tricks, while older performers required the confidence to attempt challenging tosses. Uplifting others, I acted as a cheerleader for those scared to try a hard trick. Part of what makes performing and playing sports fun is whipping up the applause. What made competitions fun for me what the clapping and cheering from the audience. The point of encouraging others is to raise their spirits. My friends have been the main catalysts for me spreading encouragement. These people have fired up my confidence not just in attempting advanced flag tricks but also in completing long exams and the way I dress in school. It never mattered to them if I had flaws or not. One person among these people is my good friend Kira. She would also cheer, yeah Amber, to me or similar messages to other people. She includes others in her group of friends, asks how people are doing, and makes anyone smile. Because of Kira and my other friends, I am the cheerful individual I am today. To show that I am encouraging others, I would say a great job or provide a compliment, then receive a thank you. My pearly beam assists me for others who blush flattered or smile in response. My hands are open for high fives and fist bumps that usually return the favor. At a performance, I would clap while watching in amazement. During a football game, I will scream as loud as necessary. Encouraging others is a fantastic way to spread positivity and keep the moments fun and peppy. It is the cheerleader the world needs in dark times, which will eventually light the way.

Some people with autism struggle to display empathy. As for me, I usually share my emotions to assure others that their actions matter to me, rather than letting my disability get the best of me. Earlier today, I volunteered at an elementary school spring carnival. I was unsure what to expect and how long I needed to attend activities, but I knew I needed to beam at the kids and spread empathy through glee. At my station, rubber duckies were floating upon a mini blow-up pool. Duck Pond was a low-stress game, yet seeing the children smile was fun. I could not help but grin at their precious faces. I delightfully gave instructions to each participant with a smile, and then I complimented them on their participation, the prizes they won, and their tiny outfits. Even the parents got a cheery attitude and toothy grin from me. Empathy helped me keep the Duck Pond section a joyful, fun environment for the elementary schoolers to play with and for the parents to appreciate people willing to show kindness toward their young ones. Empathy is how people emotionally enjoy themselves at an entertaining event and help others enjoy that moment.

During the beginning of my senior year, it was harder for me to make time to relax. I had to take three of my college classes and arrive at school for color guard. Additionally, I took two more high school electives and used my entire time in lunch period and a fifty-minute study hall to complete my assignments. Before arriving at school at around 10:40, I would use my morning lockout to prepare for the day, unload the dishwasher, speed-walk my dog, and do more schoolwork. Some days, I only had five minutes to check my phone. My weekends consisted of band competitions and taking long notes for classes. I would even finish homework assignments until one am, then wake up at 8:15 for a school day. My mental health was struggling to keep up with the workaholic lifestyle. One day, I started coughing, and my nose was becoming runny. Grabbing a tissue was a little taxing from watery eyes and sneezing, even with a tissue box next to me. My mom suggested taking the next day off, which I was reluctant about, but then I did so anyway. As a result, I got at least eight hours of sleep, did yoga, laid down, and walked my dog without rushing. Instead of working frantically, I was able to take my time on any assignment while enjoying the sunny weather. I even got a chance to listen to the birds chirping and the wind blowing. Since that beautiful Wednesday, I was able to find relaxing activities for my mental health. Because of my mother, I was able to find relaxation on days that needed it the most. Now that I make time to do those activities, my mental health went from being stressed out most of the time to being unwinded.

One of the world's issues are some people tend to disrespect the disabled and refuse to collaborate with them. Children with ADHD are constantly bullied for their inability to act “normally”. Citizens would mock people with Asperger's. Some wheelchair-bound humans are overlooked when they ask for assistance or say hello. With technology though, the amount of support for special-needs people has increased over the years. For example, I saw a Facebook post about a nonverbal autistic boy, which was loaded with optimistic and uplifting commentary. That post helped me realize how technology contributed autism rights, inspiring me to work with technology in my dream actuary career. With the help from my mathematical gifts, I would like to pursue in a degree in STEM to assist people, help my skills grow, and fight ableism. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, I am more than likely to have a numeric mindset that works well with technology. Also, my creativity can be a lot more powerful than someone’s analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite of some sort must learn how to integrate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, our world would be pedestrian. No one would comprehend if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand one’s thoughts about their society and world. When incorporating variousness through technology, more doors would open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve tech-based projects. We individuals on the autism spectrum are advantaged being detailed-oriented and using minutiae reasoning. While these people struggle with social interaction, regular humans can work with them to help with socialization and communication, while the autistic can bring out their knowledge. This concept will work like two peas in a pod. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and inspiring. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued STEM; I would represent an autistic female going into a STEM career. As exciting as it will be, there will also be obstacles for me to encounter, such as not being taken seriously. People would assume that an autistic individual like me cannot do certain tasks. The doubt might even be worse because I am a female. However, I refuse to allow those barricades to get the best of me and make my dreams crumble in a trashcan. I must reach my career goals to benefit society. The disabled community, even the women, need me to make my mark as a voice for their inclusion. Special-needs people, including the ladies, must participate in technology. Programmers with ADHD should work to help code instructions in different languages. Deaf female architects might have to incorporate the best designs for a skyscraper. When we add disabled people to technology, we would not only generate a variety of creativity; but we would also include distinct people. You need me in technology and STEM; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

Confidence is what keeps me going and raises my self-esteem. As an insecure, autistic middle-schooler, I did not love myself. I would grimace at my reflection in the mirror. While I was overweight during my eighth-grade year, I was never obese in my entire life and participated in gym class alright. Still, I wanted an hourglass body shape instead of autism, just like most peers had. I desired to reach at most one hundred pounds and a cure for my disability. I felt awkward eating and was unconfident with my facial appearance. Along with my mental health, the scale became my worst enemy, until high school. By my high school sophomore year, I started gaining self-confidence. I performed for an eleven-minute long marching show, which began with nine-hour rehearsals, then three-hour practices. One Thursday after another practice, my mom commented how a shirt I was wearing was looser. She led me downstairs to the basement scale. Once we returned upstairs, she exclaimed that I was fifteen pounds lighter than my last weigh-in. I was so overjoyed that I stopped revolving around my flaws, noticing how far I had come. Once I started exercising, I realized how my self-esteem overrode depression. Each time I stretch or ride my bike, my mind relaxes, and my posture does not feel frumpy. Since I would exercise for around an hour each day, I feel like I take care of myself more than zeroing in on my flaws. Now, I give my mirror reflection eye contact, realizing God created my face the way it is. To this day, I accept my disability and appearance as my confidence provides me self-love. Because of physical activities, confidence improved my mental health and self-esteem.

A typical hobby for me is whatever keeps me busy, yet they do more than just keep me working. Typing essays, unloading the dishwasher, and reading my bible and devotional are usually my daily tasks. But my hobbies are more than just daily chores or homework. God provided my favorite hobbies as the tasks that keep me relaxed and motivated. If I was not listening to uplifting songs, meditating or praying on my bed, riding my bike with blue flowers on it, or vibing with the FM radio while riding an indoor bike, my mind would not have been stabilized. With my disability, sometimes I need to find activities that will keep me calm other than relying on someone to pour out my problems all of the time. For me to not allow my mental health to get the best of me, I had to find hobbies that would be healthy for me as a whole rather than bottling up my feelings. That is where I officially started getting physically and spiritually active. I began committing to pedaling on bikes instead of playing on my tablet, focusing on a rhythmic tune to cheer me up instead of remembering unkind messages and using my quiet time to pray or clear my mind instead of staying upset. My seasonal depression started to fade and I began feeling more hopeful. My favorite hobbies helped my self-motivation grow and keep my body in good shape. Because of my hobbies, some of my grudges were dissolving and I began more understanding and less narcissistic. Because of the hope I have been gaining, I must thank The Lord for leading me to start biking, listening to music, and mindfulness as a benefit for all the aspects of my health.

In this world, some people are prone to thinking about themselves without taking others’ feelings into consideration. According to the Platinum Rule, it says we are to do unto others as they'd want done unto them, even though the selfish treat others unfairly. Since I would like to be treated kindly, I choose to be selfless and put a genuine smile across someone’s face. My family, friends, and teachers have done a lot for me, and I need to return the favor by filling other people’s buckets. One of the best ways for me to display my selflessness was volunteer work. During my tween years, my father and I volunteered at my old church’s Halloween parties. Each year, we set up a mini golf stand, Dad chipperly called out, “Step Right Up”, and I passed out candy to kids who attempted to make a putt. Even when I was dressed up, (Miss Pac-Man fifth-grade; Merida sixth-grade), as the other kids who were not volunteering were, I did not participate in the other activities they did, and my selflessness was alright with it. The fact that both Dad and I would get thirty from talking, I still was happy to see people having a good time. Even when my father apologized that I did not get a chance to play the other games available, I replied, “That’s okay”. I was just smiling that I got a chance to pass out candy to kids having fun. Plus I was satisfied to help clean up after the party with the other volunteers, then got treated with several thank you's and the old Wendy’s fries with a chocolate frosty. Another work of my selflessness was during my high school sophomore year on Independence Day. Dad and I chose to sell concessions for Red, White & Boom when there were not a lot of volunteers signed up. While hundreds of spectators were strolling around the entire Clippers Stadium, we were selling food customer to customer. Just like Dad and the other workers, I was constructing cheeseburgers, saucing wings, coating funnel fries with powdered sugar, and handing orders to hungry people. Even though I could have taken a second break to greet my mom, brother, and a couple of friends, I decided that serving guests was a priority. After all, I was treated to a spectacular, colorful firework show after at least three or four hours of working. Sometimes, rewards will come for selfless acts. Even if I did not earn any prize for my selflessness, what is most important and rewarding is how kind it was to go out of my way to help at least one individual. If there are people who are generous enough to spend their free time working at a party or festival, then there is no reason why I cannot do the same.

On my free Sundays, my brother and I attend my church’s teens youth group called Velocity. After listening to worship music and a sermon, the students break into sections based on gender and grade. The upperclassmen girls group teacher would ask questions regarding the sermon, what real-life comparisons to share, and prayer requests. At the moment when nobody raises a hand, I may demonstrate leadership by stepping in with answers and connections. Knowing that I have the capability of keeping a group discussion going, I replace passiveness with assertiveness. Attending this youth group only during my senior year did not prevent me from participating in group discussions. Even with autism and anxiety, those disabilities do not prevent me from being assertive when I need to, helping me be a leader for the autistic community. I may not be a group leader, yet I give an effort to keep a conversation flowing, check if the people around are feeling alright, and allow others to voice what they need to say. Becoming a great leader is more than just directing people on what to do. Being a boss all of the time, even when it is unnecessary, can be authoritarian. True leadership involves listening, compassion, helpfulness, and loyalty; it is about being assertive, not passive, aggressive, or passive-aggressive. At my old church, one of my old friends, Hope, would help students feel welcome, give her thoughts when she needed to, and make sure others were paying attention. Hope would keep topics positive, show empathy and sympathy, and give other compliments to be uplifting. That girl was a representation of a great leader. At first, the thought of leading scared me because I assumed that I had to be in charge of everything. Today, being a leader would mean a lot to me, and having the privilege to do so gives me a passionate feeling. Showing true leadership would put aside my differences and focus on helping me grow as a good person. If I were chosen to be a leader, my passion would focus less on telling others what to do, and more on listening to suggestions, communicating with my people, thinking of creative methods to finish tasks and solve problems, tending to others’ needs, and checking to see if anyone feels included as a member. Showing great leadership will help me be a voice for those with autism and be an example of why the autistic should be included as citizens.

In this world, some people are prone to thinking about themselves without taking others’ feelings into consideration. According to the Platinum Rule, we are to do unto others as they'd want done unto them, even though the selfish treat others unfairly. Since I would like to be treated kindly, I choose to be selfless and put a genuine smile across someone’s face. My family, friends, and teachers have done a lot for me, and I need to return the favor by filling other people’s buckets. One of the best ways for me to display my selflessness was volunteer work. During my tween years, my father and I volunteered at my old church’s Halloween parties. Each year, we set up a mini golf-stand, Dad chipperly called out, “Step Right Up”, and I passed out candy to kids who attempted to make a putt. Even when I was dressed up, (Miss Pac-Man fifth-grade; Merida sixth-grade), as the other kids who were not volunteering were, I did not participate in the other activities they did, and my selflessness was alright with it. The fact that both Dad and I would get thirty from talking, I still was happy to see people having a good time. Even when my father apologized that I did not get a chance to play the other games available, I replied, “That’s okay”. I was just smiling that I got a chance to pass out candy to kids having fun. Plus I was satisfied to help clean up after the party with the other volunteers, then got treated with several thank yous and the old Wendy’s fries with a chocolate frosty. If there are people who are generous enough to spend their free time working at a party, then there is no reason why I cannot do the same.

Growing up on the border of Grove City and Columbus, there are plenty of people who are passionate about their future in their education and careers. Knowing how hard these people work to accomplish their goals, it feels right to do the same instead of playing video games all day. With the support from my family, I continue to hold high hopes for my future by going to Otterbein University, double-majoring in math and actuarial science. I dream of working as an actuary who helps with people’s finances. Once I start on my dream job after university, I will have an advantage to earning a high income to help pay off my parents’ student loans and be an example of how working hard leads to success. To reach my goals, I have been taking five free college courses this semester, applying for a multitude of scholarships, and attempting to save money for my adult-life, as well as my trip to France. Because of my community, my future and people I care about are extremely valuable to me; that way, I can live the best life possible. When I was four years old, I was diagnosed with autism. Instead of casting me away, my family chose to raise, protect and teach me. They were able to gain support from numerous family friends, even those from Grove City and Columbus. These people cheered on me when I had color guard performances, congratulated me when I was accepted into National Honor Society and twelve colleges, complimented me when I was dressed for prom, and supported my decision to enroll in Otterbein. My community even donated money for me to fly to France and were by my side when I could not use my accommodations for the ACT. These people are catalysts in my plans for the future and raise my self-esteem whenever my chin is down. They have been my cheerleaders for where I stand in school, what suggestions and advice I have to share in NHS meetings, and how I act and throughout the community. Today, I plan to give back to my home community by setting an example of what it means to work hard. Since I have people who accept me, whether I have autism or not, I have to show them how they inspired me to persist in completing my goals. I will continue to give effort in my exams, send thank you responses for their help and encouragement, and honor them in this essay. Without my community, I would not have had plans to go to college, acknowledge my hard-working, loving family, and use my gifts to give back to the people I care about. If I were to win the Mark Neiswander 110 Memorial scholarship, I would use this as a shout-out to my family friends, including the ones in Grove City and Columbus.

One way I speak my mind is staying unbiased and true to myself. Around early adolescence, I took opinions based on my parents' thinking, especially my dad’s. I assumed that their opinions were always true, but only because of how indecisive I was and that they were teachers. That was when I believed that every single teacher, good or bad, was always correct. During middle school though, being this biased took a toll on my reputation. Part of my issue was my disability, autism, causing me to struggle with socializing with my peers. Sometimes I had a hard time advocating for myself and explaining my disagreeing opinions. In seventh-grade, I developed a reputation of being awkward and bizarre. Because of my opinion about teachers being correct about everything (with capital letters), I was not welcome in several cliques. By eighth grade, my indecisive-self developed beliefs based on a typical middle schooler's. I wanted to fit in so badly that I started making poor choices and not being too concerned about academics. However, I never really gave too much thought into my actions and my reputation still did not improve too much. By high school, I realized that I have a mind for myself to decide what I believed. After really using my mind, I started believing that just because a student or teacher has different beliefs from mine does not make them unethical. For me to truly speak my mind, I would consider someone’s excerpt on a scenario, then I would reflect on what I agree or disagree with the person’s belief. Either way, my true-self does not take the path of picking sides. If I were to speak my mind from someone else’s opinions rather than really giving thought into it, I would not become the individual I am.

On a daily basis, I am motivated by my autism and family's financial status. When I was four, a physician diagnosed me. My parents felt so stressed that they doubted if they had finances to treat my disability, due to accruing student loans. My folks spent most of their income on debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were only some expenses they had to cover. The only entertainment we could afford was a zoo membership, Little Caesars pizza once a week, lunch at a cheap restaurant after church, or Cosi tickets. Also, what felt just as lonely was being treated differently. Classmates bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me irked or uncomfortable attitudes when I got off-topic in a conversation over unimportant matters or did not grasp a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. Being autistic is not basic beyond levels, yet I managed to grow and persevere. I socialize more easily than years ago. Additionally, I successfully ended high school color guard and National Honor Society. Also, I am capable of completing daily chores without help, applying my own makeup, and performing yoga a bit smoothly. Not to mention that I am done with my high school credits early, take all college classes, drive by myself, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have been accepted into twelve universities. Soon, I will attend Otterbein University’s honor college as a double-major in math and actuarial science. Once I become an actuary, I will improve people's finances and prove that being disabled never makes anyone less. Since America’s greatest issues include less financial resources and ableism, I feel motivation in making the nation a better place.

My loved ones are the ones who inspire me to show love to anyone. It did not matter to them if I had autism; my friends, family, acquaintances, and teachers cared about me for me. Even though I have been discriminated against for my differences, I am surrounded by people who show me love. I may be lucky, yet other autistic citizens are not so much. One of the world's issues is that some people tend to despise the autistic for who they are. Irked attitudes from not understanding jokes or sarcasm. Develous snickering occurs once a bad cognitive habit begins. People would act impatiently when someone with autism could not process fast enough for them. Some humans may claim that the autistic are distant and bizarre, but usually these special-needs individuals have a heart. Even though they might have a hard time showing positive emotions whenever they receive a gift or compliment, the autistic can appreciate someone’s act of kindness. An autistic person may not realize their rude tone, but there could be an inner feeling of care. While there is a lack of proper eye contact, there is also acknowledgement of a person’s presence instead of snubbing. The autistic really do love people, and everybody should provide them the love they need and deserve. With love, ableism may come to an end, which also inspires me to love other people. How I display my affection is communicating with my loved ones, occasionally providing a compliment to somebody, being willing to open the door for those in a hurry, and asking a crying individual if they are feeling alright. Since I know how it feels to be unloved just for my quirks, I do my best to spread love to others.

Depressed eighth-grade me struggled figuring out myself and did not win my middle school crush. Only a few times during this phase did joy blossom, then withered. I was unwilling to open up to people and kept pushing them away with “yeah” responses. During freshman year, my first performance brought me joy for the first time since a DC trip. However, that caused me to use color guard as an escape to life and not willing to focus on appreciating anything else. Sometimes I would socialize with people, other times not. Once I was placed on a JV winterguard (indoor color guard) team, I was distraught at first. Soon, I eventually learned that life can offer more joy other than one activity or person. With support from friends and classmates, I grew from mostly feeling mopey and distant to becoming friendly and optimistic. I had a lot to improve on, yet I began smiling more and opening up to a lot of people. I still enjoyed color guard, but I began to feel gratitude for what was around me and my besotted feelings toward the crush faded. Overtime, I started growing my list of simple pleasures, starting with enjoyable conversations, discovering diversity, and heart-to-hearts. Interest filled my mind during church sermons, finding the advice soothing and uplifting. Listening to songs that were music to my ears allowed charisma to carry me away. TV shows, such as American Idol and Glee, brought me nostalgia and began to cherish my childhood memories. Tastes of delicious food satisfied my stomach, rays of sunshine lifted my spirits, and traveling to tourist sites would be one of the highlights of my day. To this day, I overcame my depression with seeking joy, which I give credit to those friends and classmates during freshman year.

Happiness is more than just items or accomplishments. Of course, I am lucky to have a roof over my head with delicious food on the table and sanitary necessities near me. I have multiple talents, such as honor roll, creativity, performing for a color guard, and showing compassion. However my happiness is not all about the awards I have received, the presents I was given, or the goals I accomplished. What makes me the happiest are the fun memories with family and friends. I recall having enjoyable family vacations, such as Universal Studios, Oklahoma City, Nashville, and Galveston. My relatives and I would take pictures and talk to one another. During the holidays, my parents, brother, and I would spend time with each other, opening gifts bought by thought and love, playing Farkle, or seeing a movie. If I had to find a similarity in all my loved ones, they would love and encourage me. Best of all, they refused to give up on me after my diagnosis with autism. My family cares about me, just like my friends do. Growing up, I had and still have great friends. Usually, we would have a lot in common and treat each other respectfully. Some of them invited me to their parties and activities as if I was a fellow human. Others would have a simple conversation with me. Also, I traveled with a few friends to places like Washington D.C., Disneyworld, and Lucas Oil Stadium. One thing in common with all my friends is we had good memories together, and they love and respect me for who I am. Because of my memories with my family and friends, I would not be the successful individual I am today. Without them, I would not have learned to be happy.

One of my favorite ways of helping individuals is to give them constructive tips with my talents. For years, I have been the type of friend who will help solve complex math problems. My peers would approach me with a piece of paper or text me an equation. Since I was; and still am, fantastic at math, I was more than happy to assist. Rather than displaying a patronizing attitude or annoyed body language, a smile will spread across my face and my head will nod. After providing the correct steps and guiding them to the right answer, I would receive a smiling, “thank you”.There was even one time that one of my friends mentioned that she learned a lot more from me. Even though I cannot exactly see myself as a teacher, I could not help but blush and smile from that compliment. Knowing that I filled their bucket using my expertises fills mine as well. Since I have autism, helping people proves that I am more than just different. With providing assistance, I can put my flaws aside and show my goodness and cleverness to people. One special thing about helping others with what I am good at is displaying my gifts. Not only do I earn the satisfaction of doing the right thing, I was able to show that I have talent and I am proud of it. I believe that helping others by using your gifts is not only a beneficial way of spreading kindness, it is also good for raising your self-esteem and making you feel special.

Technology is more than just computers and tablets. The best definition for this term is the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry. This foundation of STEM is essential for the workforce. I may be double-majoring in math and actuarial science, yet accountants require tracking finances using technology. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me be more successful in my career. Practicing this scientific knowledge through the industry should include different people, such as those with special-needs. The disabled need to have a chance to learn about programming, how to work with algorithms, and construct robots. After all, diversity in technology increases creative ideas and helps fight ableism. One of the world's issues are some people tend to disrespect the disabled and refuse to collaborate with them. Children with A.D.H.D. are constantly bullied for their inability to act “normally”. Citizens would mock people with Aspergers. Some wheelchair-bound humans are overlooked when they only ask for assistance or say hello. With technology though, the amount of support for special-needs people has increased over the years. For example, I saw a Facebook post about a nonverbal autistic boy, which was loaded with optimistic and uplifting commentary. That post helped me realize how technology contributed autism rights, inspiring me to work with technology in my dream actuary career. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, I am more than likely to have a numeric mindset that works well with technology. Also, my creativity can be a lot more powerful than someone’s analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite of some sort must learn how to integrate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, our world would be pedestrian. No one would comprehend if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand one’s thoughts about their society and world. When incorporating variousness through technology, more doors would open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve tech-based projects. We individuals on the autism spectrum are advantaged being detailed-oriented and using minutiae reasoning. While these people struggle with social interaction, regular humans can work with them to help with socialization and communication, while the autistic can bring out their knowledge. This concept will work like two peas in a pod. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and inspiring. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued information technology; I would represent an autistic female going into a STEM career. Special-needs people must participate in technology. Programmers with ADHD should work to help code instructions in different languages. Deaf architects might have to incorporate the best designs for a skyscraper. When we add disabled people to technology, we would not only generate a variety of creativity; but we would also include distinct people. You need me in technology; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

Since I am a female in the autistic community, I feel inspired to give this group hope. My plans are to double-major in math and actuarial science; both of which involve use of finance software, so I would also motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued information technology; I would represent an autistic female going into a S.T.E.M. career that most women would not major in. Aware about my future plans, I will use technology as a benefit to society. My excitement about newer technology is to use my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest for companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to use software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. If I were to include QuickBooks or Excel in my job, then anyone could get the financial help they need, including my parents. For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were trying to make ends meet, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. Over two decades later, my folks managed to pay most of their debts while raising two special-needs kids, but they still have thousands of dollars in student loans and a mortgage left to pay. They spent a majority of their income on debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were only some of the expenses my folks had to cover for us. My parents worked hard so we could have a Columbus Zoo membership, a Little Caesars cheese pizza as takeout once in a while, stop for lunch at a cheap restaurant after church, or occasionally go to Cosi. Even if my family is still getting by, other families are not so lucky, especially those with at least one member struggling with mental health. According to the National Bureau of Economic Research, 25.9% of disabled people were living in poverty during 2019. Disabled people lacking financial resources will have an even greater risk of harming their mental stability through depression, stress, and anxiety. Since 70% of Americans are in debt, stated by Dave Ramsey, our economy is on the line. With technology, the quantity of money owed would decline when using that to help with our financial status. That and math both play a huge factor. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, so combining math and technology should not be a huge difficulty for me. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me furious at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. All of these moments would not have happened if it were not for calculators, educational videos, and math computer games and websites. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of technology, has not finished yet. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in STEM. People, businesses, and the economy need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

One characteristic I find valuable about myself is how I enjoy trying new things. When I was little, I liked keeping consistent routines. Because of autism, experiencing change was very stressful back then. My parents encouraged me to leave my comfort zone, but I refused. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading basic books, playing obnoxious music, and throwing tantrums, went on for ages. It was not until early adolescence that I grew bored of my immature habits and decided to move on to give other hobbies and foods a try. I reflected on how other people felt about my hobbies and realized it was time to make a change. For that life transition, I began small. I started introducing other dishes, such as salads, eggs, and tacos, into my diet. Instead of playing with barbies or stuffed animals, I gave reading novels a try. Now I ride my bike, do yoga, or walk my dog. Overtime, I began spending time out of the house rather than watching a movie, developing my love for traveling. Today, I am proud of the courageous individual I become. At a restaurant, I am more than likely to pick a dish I have not tried rather than the usual I choose. Otherwise, I would ride a speedy, gigantic roller coaster, even if butterflies still flutter in my stomach. Even if I felt anxious, I will drive to my youth group or a party to give the events a chance. One of my most crucial achievements is exiting my comfort zone to try something new, which benefitted me to this day.

The technology that inspires me is software meant to budget and invest for companies. This is essential for mathematics, finance, and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning this technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to utilize software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring worldwide cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. Technology has the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, just like autistic people; including myself. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry, thanks to Baby Einstein videos. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator, because of help from math computer games. A 100% on my online A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun, with practice through technology. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of technology, has not finished yet. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting for the world. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the global economy using my talents and online research. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in STEM as the world's benefit. People, businesses, economy, and world need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to Otterbein University and help pursue my career.

My goals for the future are breaking the lack of financial resources and decreasing ableism. Like Dave Ramsey mentions, 70% of Americans live in debt. Worse, according to the National Bureau of Economic Research, 25.9% of disabled people were living in poverty during 2019. Disabled people lacking financial resources will have an even greater risk of harming their mental stability through depression, stress, and anxiety. This will also increase the amount of bullying the disabled. Unfortunately, I risk being saddled with debt and underestimated as an individual because I have autism. When I was four, a physician diagnosed me. My parents felt so stressed that they doubted if they had finances to treat my disability, due to accruing student loans. My folks spent most of their income on debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were only some of the expenses they had to cover for us. The only entertainment we could afford was a zoo membership, Little Caesars pizza once in a while, lunch at a cheap restaurant after church, or occasionally visit Cosi. Also, what felt just as lonely was being treated differently. Classmates bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me irked or uncomfortable attitudes when I got off-topic in a conversation over unimportant matters or did not grasp a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I improved my socialization and communication, still, being autistic is not basic beyond levels. When I become an actuary, I will improve people's finances and prove that being disabled never makes anyone less. Since the nation’s greatest issues include less financial resources and ableism, my goals involve minimizing discrimination of disabilities and helping others, including my parents, leave debt.

If I were to win a scholarship, I would use the award for college, which will lead me to success. God has plans for me to attend the honor college of Otterbein University, a private four-year university, to double major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. He also believes that I should minor in a field finance-related, such as entrepreneurship. The total cost combined of tuition, room and board, meal plan, and books is $46,562. So far, I earned $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans. Yet, with almost half of my loans unsubsidized and earning less than $1000 in outside scholarships, this is still not enough. With my parents still having to pay their student loans for almost thirty years, I am also at risk of being saddled with debt because I have autism, and I do not want to be in this situation. For me to reach my desired plans during college, my faith will encourage me to work harder in university, intern as a bookkeeper, and use scholarship money for school expenses. Since God gave math to me as my best subject, I should have the opportunity of being a successful financial worker. As an autistic student, God has granted me the ability to excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear in my head. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun, gifted by My Savior. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year that I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary as an autistic woman, he showed “The Accountant” movie. While I do not desire entanglement in situations autistic protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, my faith provided the thought of becoming an actuary, which captivated me. I started thanking My Lord for equipping me with math. God calls me in actuarial science and in the business field; my faith tells me that I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary and guided to be an entrepreneur. God will want me to win a scholarship, such as this one, to get closer to my dream career of becoming an actuary, probably through entrepreneurship. When I become one, my faith will assist me by helping improve and run the finances of companies and other people. I will also follow The Lord's path for me, by proving to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future lack of success. When taking a step to volunteer, I could inspire autistic people to do the same. Since one of the nation’s greatest issues is generational debt and poverty, God is giving me the opportunity to break that cycle will allow me to help others, including my parents, get out as well. I was created by My Savior to work hard and be talented in the business world, therefore I must win this scholarship to give me a better chance of following this path.

Growing up, I feared getting caught in difficult tasks. My perspective of having the most challenging jobs would imagine me in tears and failing. By junior year, my perspective towards my dream future changed when I learned that abilities are more important for a career than how easy or fun the job is. For instance, I was talented in math, however, I disliked being told to complete time-consuming equations. Believing that photography was enjoyable and easy for me, I thought I could become a photographer. When actually taking photography, class was not as engaging to me as I assumed. As for precalculus, my teacher structured her course as a casual conversation, interesting me more than I would have believed. As a matter of fact, math was becoming fun for me. I realized that I actually enjoyed math after years of excellent math grades, yet I refused admitting it. Discovering my disconnection with photography, I started feeling lost in finding an easy and entertaining dream career. I searched for majors when noticing tourism, even though I was unsure of becoming a tourist was my true gift. I talked to my father about my change in plans, then he mentioned my gift in math and suggested becoming an actuary, as an autistic woman. He described actuaries as assets for bringing financial stability, and I reflected how intriguing finance is to me. Once I processed that doing what I truly like and gifted at will help me succeed, my perspective about my dream career transformed. My fear of having a difficult job faded when recalling that life is not always a piece of cake. Soon, I learned that I could conquer challenges using my gifts. Since then, I learned that using my gifts I frankly enjoy actually conquer challenges instead of avoiding them.

Since I am a female in the autistic community, I feel inspired to give this group hope. My plans are to double-major in math and actuarial science, so I would also motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued information technology; I would represent an autistic female going into a S.T.E.M. career that most women would not major in. Aware about my future plans, I will use technology as a benefit to society. My plans will happen if there are new global trends that will become relevant in 2030, which involves including diversity. Technology is more than just computers and tablets. The best definition for this term is the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry. This foundation of S.T.E.M. is essential for the workforce. I may be going into the accounting field, yet accountants require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me be more successful in my career. Practicing this scientific knowledge through the industry should consist of different people with different points of view. For example, a muscular martial artist may be helping a Star Wars geek build a droid. Otherwise, a flamboyant “Barbie” might design a marvelous race car with a dirt bike-riding tomboy. Having these contrasting points of view consists of diversity. Women should have opportunities to construct robots; African Americans must be allowed to work with algorithms; the disabled need to have a chance to learn about programming. After all, diversity in technology increases creative ideas. My excitement about newer technology is to use my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest for companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to use software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. I am more than likely to have a numeric mindset compared with a man going into literature. Also, my creativity and imagination can be a lot more powerful than someone’s analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite of some sort must learn how to integrate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, our world would be pedestrian. No one would comprehend if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand one’s thoughts about their society and world. When incorporating variousness through technology, more doors would open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve tech-based projects. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, so combining math and technology should not be a huge difficulty for me. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me furious at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. All of these moments would not have happened if it were not for calculators, educational videos, and math computer games and websites. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of technology, has not finished yet. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research and motivate women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in STEM. Just like the healthcare ecosystem needing technology and human beings relying on wearable devices for their lifestyles. If I had to list companies to work for, I could access the financial risks of healthcare ecosystem associations and wearable device businesses. When having data analysts cooperate with ecosystem preservers and healthcare workers, our ecosystem and healthcare will thrive when incorporating technology to help provide the best financial resources. Hospitals can afford the equipment for surgeries and treatments, and natural conservatories, zoos, and parks will have the materials required for keep the environment clean and animals healthy. All of those desirable goals will occur, if people learn to include those different from their backgrounds and reasoning. See, certain people with contrasting ideas must participate in technology. Three electrical engineers cannot agree upon everything when creating a fitness app. Programmers should work with various cultures to help code instructions in different languages. Architects might have to incorporate their coworkers’ interests that they do not have. When we add diversity to technology, we would not only generate a variety of ideas and techniques; but we would also include distinct groups. By 2030, diversity inclusion will result in the greatest global technology trends. People, businesses, and the economy need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

If I were to win a scholarship, I would use the award for college, which will lead me to success. My plans are to attend the honor college of Otterbein University, a private four-year university, to double major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. Its total cost combined of tuition, room and board, meal plan, and books is $46,562. So far, I earned $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans, yet this is still not enough. With my parents still having to pay their student loans for almost thirty years, I am also at risk of being saddled with debt because I have autism, and I do not want to be in this situation. For me to reach my desired plans during college, I will work harder in university, intern as a bookkeeper, and use scholarship money for school expenses. Luckily with math being my best subject, I should have the opportunity of being a successful financial worker. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear in my head. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year that I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teachers structured her course to be a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father; one of my biggest influences in my life, convinced me to become an actuary as an autistic woman, he showed “The Accountant” movie. While I do not desire entanglement in situations autistic protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping math and my fear of having a difficult job faded. It occured to me that I have always wanted the economy to improve when I was younger, and now I can do something about that dream. Actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. I should win this scholarship to get closer to my dream career of becoming an actuary. When I become one, not only will I help improve the finances of companies and other people, I could also prove to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future lack of success. When taking a step to volunteer, I could inspire autistic people to do the same. Since one of the nation’s greatest issues is generational debt and poverty, giving me the opportunity to break that cycle will allow me to help others, including my parents, get out as well.

Since I have autism, that and anxiety never harmoniously combine. When feeling blue, stressed, or angry, one song that inspires me is "Hold On" by Justin Bieber. With those hopeful notes, they assure me as life gets harder, I have people and good memories by my side. During winterguard (indoor color guard), we performers had to enact as if three-hour rehearsals were show-days. One Thursday before a Saturday competition, everyone struggled, since there was no official rehearsal on the Tuesday before. I felt as if I made the most errors and got scolded more. After ending with a full-run, my tears cascaded down. After staying back to hyperventilate my feelings out, I went home and played “Hold On”. This hopeful melody relaxed my mind and I could not help but smile. I recalled members asking if I was okay, the coaches reminding me that they care enough so I am not embarrassed after watching myself perform on video, someone giving me a bag of cheetos (one of my favorite chips), my dog cuddling with me, and my parents reassuring me that I should give myself grace. Since then, these chords of Justin Bieber are one of those songs that comfort me in stressful times. In this inspiring song, Bieber’s theme was to hold on to important moments and people in life, such as people who care about me. That Thursday was an epitome of one of my important moments. It was a comparison to the scene in the movie “Inside Out”, when one of the characters releases her sadness over missing her childhood home and realizes that the happy memories were still there and she had loved ones around. If it were not for “Hold On” by Justin Bieber, then I would not have cherished good moments over my days.

When I was a huge reader, my favorite book was “Beholding Bee”. Despite its World War two setting, I guarantee anyone could relate to protagonist Beatrice "Bee", whether they embody a huge facial birthmark or have a disability like me. This book intrigues my attention since everyone needs to learn how to accept their contrasts. Bee is an orphan tween inhabiting the back of a truck, located in a carnival. Constantly antagonized over her dark-colored birthmark, she endeavors to imagine it as a "precious diamond", but continues to keep it hidden. One summer day, feeling abandoned and rejected, she flees with a dog and her piglet, Cordelia. Eventually, they discover two enigmatic, yet noteworthy, ladies, Mrs. Swift and Mrs. Potter, who both teach Bee to assert for herself, despite her immense port-wine stain, through adventures and forming friendships. Soon, she realizes that she is more than just being born with a birthmark. Bee learns that she is an extraordinary human being in her own way. Author Kimberly Newton Fusco publishes this novel as a lesson to include yourself as a part of the world, no matter your differences and flaws. For me, I had to learn how to develop self-love, despite my autism. With the support from my family and friends, my self-esteem eventually began to rise. Knowing that I will have to accept the fact that I am diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder, my disability does not make me any less, just like a birthmark. If it were not for my loved ones, I would not have realized that I am special, different or not. “Beholding Bee” not only encompasses a creative plot and interesting storyline, this book holds a powerful, inspiring message meant to uplift people struggling to accept themselves.

When I was a huge reader, the most inspiring book I read was “Beholding Bee”. Despite its World War two setting, I guarantee anyone could relate to protagonist Beatrice "Bee", whether they embody a huge facial birthmark or have a disability like me. This book intrigues my attention since everyone needs to learn how to accept their contrasts. Bee is an orphan tween inhabiting the back of a truck, located in a carnival. Constantly antagonized over her dark-colored birthmark, she endeavors to imagine it as a "precious diamond", but continues to keep it hidden. One summer day, feeling abandoned and rejected, she flees with a dog and her piglet, Cordelia. Eventually, they discover two enigmatic, yet noteworthy, ladies, Mrs. Swift and Mrs. Potter, who both teach Bee to assert for herself, despite her immense port-wine stain, through adventures and forming friendships. Soon, she realizes that she is more than just being born with a birthmark. Bee learns that she is an extraordinary human being in her own way. Author Kimberly Newton Fusco publishes this novel as a lesson to include yourself as a part of the world, no matter your differences and flaws. For me, I had to learn how to develop self-love, despite my autism. With the support from my family and friends, my self-esteem eventually began to rise. Knowing that I will have to accept the fact that I am diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder, my disability does not make me any less, just like a birthmark. If it were not for my loved ones, I would not have realized that I am special, different or not. “Beholding Bee” not only encompasses a creative plot and interesting storyline, this book holds a powerful, inspiring message meant to uplift people struggling to accept themselves.

Some people might claim that the meaning of life is always the good they have done or their greatest accomplishments. Our purpose to live is more than degrees earned or income we receive. As a meaningful, not tacky, excerpt, our true meaning of life is doing what inspires us. Whether it is achieving desired goals or mastering ASL, inspirations have more purpose in life. It was not until junior year I realized my meaning of life involves helping people using mathematics and finances. My precalculus teacher structured her course as a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. I started realizing that I actually enjoyed math after all these years of being excellent at it, yet I refused to admit it. Finding out I was unconnected with photography, I started feeling lost in finding my dream career. I searched for possible college majors when I noticed tourism, even though I was unsure of it being my true meaning of life. I talked to my father about my change in plans, then he mentioned my gift in math and suggested becoming an actuary, as an autistic woman. He described actuaries as assets for bringing financial stability, and I began reflecting how intriguing finance is to me. Once I processed that actuaries are essential for the economy, it occurred to me that I grew up passionate about having our economy improve. Soon, inspiration to help the economy thrive included my “once-lost-now-found” love towards math. When I become an actuary, I will follow my inspiration to improve the finances of companies and other people, incorporating my mathematical talents. Since one of the nation’s greatest issues is debt and poverty, my meaning of life involves my inspiration to break that cycle helping others, including my parents, get out.

Depressed eighth-grade me struggled fitting it and did not win my middle school crush. Only a few times during this phase did joy blossom, then withered. I was unwilling to open up to people and kept pushing them away with “yeah” responses. During freshman year, my first performance brought me thankfulness for the first time since a DC trip. However, that caused me to use color guard as an escape to life and not willing to appreciate anything else. Sometimes I would socialize with people, other times not. Once I was placed on a JV winterguard (indoor color guard) team, I was distraught at first. Soon, I eventually learned to let life offer graciousness other than one activity or person. With support from friends and classmates, I grew from mostly feeling mopey and distant to becoming friendly and optimistic. I had a lot to improve on, yet I began smiling more, opening up to a lot of people, and feeling grateful. I still enjoyed color guard, but I began to feel gratitude for what was around me and my besotted feelings toward the crush faded. Overtime, my gratitude grew, starting with enjoyable conversations, discovering diversity, and heart-to-hearts. Interest filled my mind during church sermons, finding the advice soothing and uplifting. Listening to songs that were music to my ears allowed charisma to carry me away. TV shows, such as American Idol and Glee, brought me nostalgia and began to cherish my childhood memories. Tastes of delicious food satisfied my stomach, rays of sunshine lifted my spirits, and traveling to tourist sites would be one of my daily highlights. To this day, I overcame my depression with gratitude and realized that I am blessed with what I have, which I give credit to those friends and classmates during freshman year.

Once I received a gift of kindness, my heart cannot help but soften. Having my bucket filled from a sincere compliment, help carrying boxes from one spot to another, or starting a conversation with me, will inspire me to do the same for others. On my bad days, tears of gratitude may pool in my eyes. To me, generosity not only offers gratitude for the receiver, but also provides the donor satisfaction. My method of generosity is displaying affection, which is rewarding in my mind. Sharing what I have is my speciality and a result of one’s goodness towards me. Grins on my relatives' faces after receiving a birthday card warms my heart with love and compassion. Seeing that shimmer of thankfulness gleaming in my friends’ eyes makes me beam in delight. Otherwise, I would share my support for those experiencing hardships or having a big job to do. From commenting “Good Luck” to saying “Have fun”, I will also include a genuine, toothy grin. Whether I actually receive a “Thank you” or not, the bottom of my heart tells me that I should feel gratitude for my actions. Also, sometimes it will not show, but showing graciousness may help redeem egotistical people, inspiring them to take a step in benevolence. Generosity benefits me emotionally, spiritually and mentally. Spreading kindness is one of my happiest, satisfying accomplishments. Lending my school supplies, makeup or my encouragement tells me that my work paid off. Having an opportunity to give back to the community will not only make others smile, but it helps remind me that I am more than a girl with autism. As a message to give to those who have not received the virtue of generosity, generosity is the key to unconditional fulfillment.

Once I received a gift of kindness, my heart cannot help but soften. Having my bucket filled from a sincere compliment, help carrying boxes from one spot to another, or starting a conversation with me, will inspire me to do the same for others. On my bad days, tears of gratitude may pool in my eyes. As a matter of fact, the importance of giving not only offers gratitude for the receiver, but also provides the donor satisfaction. My method of giving back is displaying affection. Generosity is my speciality and a result of one’s goodness towards me. Grins on my relatives' faces after receiving a birthday card warms my heart with love and compassion. Seeing that shimmer of thankfulness gleaming in my friends’ eyes makes me beam in delight. Otherwise, I would share my support for those experiencing hardships or having a big job to do. From commenting “Good Luck” to saying “Have fun”, I will also include a genuine, toothy grin. Whether I actually receive a “Thank you” or not, the bottom of my heart tells me that I should feel gratitude for my actions. Also, sometimes it will not show, but showing graciousness may help redeem egotistical people, inspiring them to take a step in benevolence. Giving benefits me emotionally, spiritually and mentally. Spreading kindness is one of my happiest accomplishments. Lending my school supplies, makeup or my encouragement tells me that my work paid off. Having an opportunity to give back to the community will not only make others smile, but it helps remind me that I am more than a girl with autism. As a message to give to those who have not received the virtue of generosity, giving is the key to unconditional fulfillment.

As a friend to the disabled and non-disabled, I usually provide my attention. I may have autism, making it challenging to have long attention spans and learn fast, yet my disability is not an obstacle to paying attention. When it comes to being given directions, I am more than likely to follow them. During a conversation, I would nod, give proper eye contact, and try to respond with relevant commentary. If I could not hear the speaker, I would have them repeat themselves. As a result of actively listening, I feel less ditty and more aware. At first, I thought listening was similar to hearing. When taking high school Speech 1 junior year, I learned that listening is more associated with engaging and understanding. While a passive listener lets the speaker do all the talking, an active listener gives suggestions and asks questions. Even though I am not as strict about it as some people, I agree with this concept. When I was younger, it was hard to determine whether I was actively listening or not. Eye contact was my main weakness, yet I ironically got the correct answers. I recall that some kids, and adults, assumed I did not listen because I learned slowly. To their surprise, I usually implement their instructions correctly. I still remember these accusations, but I will have to let go of them. Now that I can differentiate between active listening and passive listening, I am determined to prevent those past situations. Even though having a disability can be hard paying attention to instructions, listening is always crucial and essential. It is key to good communication and engagement. In my opinion, listening is acting respectful and understanding towards the speaker. Utilizing this skill will not lead to regrets, but to desired results.

Abortion is one of the toughest topics for me to discuss. It is a choice that I struggle with; from scenarios between young girls stressed pregnancy while having nothing to offer for their children, and women being forced to end their unborn babies as if they were dogs needing to be euthanized. Abortion advocates will argue that a baby may have no good life to live in this world, if the parents cannot afford to raise their child. From a pro-life perspective, on the other hand, this baby does not need to end up in the hands of death when they can be in the arms of a trusted adoptive family. Another argument regarding abortion might state that it is the parents’ decision to dispose the baby. Yet my counterclaim for this point is it happens to also be the parents’ choice to keep the baby, even if they are currently digging their way to financial stability, for that child to grow up successful. This was the action my parents decided on. For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were still trying to make ends meet, my mom continued to hold me inside her womb until the day of my birth. During labor with me, she paced around the hospital, worrying how good enough of a mother she would be. Yet she progressed with nursing me and both of my parents devoted their available time caring for me. Four years later, a physician diagnosed me with autism, stressing out parents since they were unsure if they had finances to also treat my mental needs, along with raising my newborn brother at the time. It was also a crashing wave to my folks when my brother was diagnosed with ADHD at age three. However, they never regretted giving birth to me or my brother. My parents overcame doubt, and committed themselves to motivate and raise my brother and I. Years of fighting, money spending, and memory-making later, I am an honor-roll high school senior who is legally driving, involved in college credit plus and National Honor Society. I finished my final color guard season strong, got 1080 on the PreSAT; 22 on the ACT; and 1240 on the SAT, and completed all of my high school classes early. Now I am taking all college classes and will attend Otterbein University’s honor college to double major in math and actuarial science. As for my brother, he is a freshman in all accelerated classes, great at playing trombone, and is a well-known ROTC member who gives respect towards America’s war heroes. If our parents chose abortion, then they would not have two successful children prepared to make an impact on their community. Abortion will not only take the lives of unborn human beings, it would also prevent the existence of gifted children ready to cultivate goodness into this world. My message for unsure parents is do not allow lack of opportunities and resources to abort your unborn child; raise them to blossom into successful human beings.

Depressed eighth-grade me struggled figuring out myself and did not win my middle school crush. Only a few times during this phase did joy blossom, then withered. I was unwilling to open up to people and kept pushing them away with “yeah” responses. During freshman year, my first performance brought me joy for the first time since a DC trip. However, that caused me to use color guard as an escape to life and not willing to focus on appreciating anything else. Sometimes I would socialize with people, other times not. Once I was placed on a JV winterguard (indoor color guard) team, I was distraught at first. Soon, I eventually learned that life can offer more simple pleasures other than one activity or person. With support from friends and classmates, I grew from mostly feeling mopey and distant to becoming friendly and optimistic. I had a lot to improve on, yet I began smiling more and opening up to a lot of people. I still enjoyed color guard, but I began to feel gratitude for what was around me and my besotted feelings toward the crush faded. Overtime, I started growing my list of simple pleasures, starting with enjoyable conversations, discovering diversity, and heart-to-hearts. Interest filled my mind during church sermons, finding the advice soothing and uplifting. Listening to songs that were music to my ears allowed charisma to carry me away. TV shows, such as American Idol and Glee, brought me nostalgia and began to cherish my childhood memories. Tastes of delicious food satisfied my stomach, rays of sunshine lifted my spirits, and traveling to tourist sites would be one of the highlights of my day. To this day, I overcame my depression with simple pleasures, which I give credit to those friends and classmates during freshman year.

On my free Sundays, my brother and I attend my church’s teens youth group called Velocity. After listening to worship music and a sermon, the students break into sections based on gender and grade. The upperclassmen girls group teacher would ask questions regarding the sermon, what real-life comparisons to share, and prayer requests. At the moment when nobody raises a hand, I may demonstrate leadership by stepping in with answers and connections. Knowing that I have the capability of keeping a group discussion going, I replace passiveness with assertiveness. Attending this youth group only during my senior year did not prevent me from participating in group discussions. Even with autism and anxiety, yet those disabilities do not prevent me from being assertive when I need to, helping me be a leader for the autistic community. I may not be a group leader, yet I give effort to keep a conversation flowing, check if the people around are feeling alright, and allow others to voice what they need to say. Becoming a great leader is more than just directing people on what to do. Being a boss all of the time, even when it is unnecessary, can be authoritarian. True leadership involves listening, compassion, helpfulness, and loyalty; it is about being assertive, not passive, aggressive, or passive-aggressive. At my old church, one of my friends, Hope, would help students feel welcome, give her thoughts when she needed to, and make sure others were paying attention. Hope would keep topics positive, show empathy and sympathy, and give other compliments to be uplifting. That girl was a representation of a great leader. At first, the thought of leading scared me because I assumed that I had to be in charge of everything. Today, being a leader would mean a lot to me. Showing true leadership would put aside my differences and focus on helping me grow as a good person. If I were chosen to be a leader, I would focus less on telling others what to do, and more on listening to suggestions, communicating with my people, thinking of creative methods to finish tasks and solve problems, tending to others’ needs, and checking to see if anyone feels included as a member. Showing great leadership will help me be a voice to those with autism and be an example of why the autistic should be included as citizens.

In sixth grade, I used to feel famished a lot. There was a point where I struggled to have a bowel movement several days in a row. I was never diagnosed with diabetes, but I would eat large portions and procrastinate in exercising. Sometimes I might bike lightly, thinking I am exercising enough. One appointment, I noticed that I gained around twenty pounds. I recall tears streaming down my face and wanting my weight to go down so bad. My friends were smaller than me, giving me the feeling that I was the black sheep. I am already a black sheep because of autism, yet being bigger felt even more awkward. The problem was I could not stop my snacking and kept putting off exercise. During that period of time, my weight would fluctuate, mostly increasing. By my sophomore year, I was in my second year of color guard performing for an entire eleven-minute show. The year before, I only did half the show and lost six pounds, then gained it back. Tenth grade, on the other hand, I was not hungry enough to eat bigger portions and would have to sprint across the football field; back and forth, several times. I noticed that I went down one jeans size when cloth-shopping, and then another. I even started fitting better into my clothes, some of which were becoming big for my size. Finally, my family and I were ready to sit down for dinner when my mom said, “That shirt is looser on you.” We walked downstairs to the basement where the scale was and I felt a few butterflies in my stomach. I had my back against the number the scale showed to my mom, then we walked back upstairs. She announced to the family that I lost fifteen pounds from my last appointment, and I was overjoyed. I could not believe that I made it this far, yet that was when I started eating some more. Currently, I am maintaining my weight and am trying to prevent large weight gains. However, I might have a bigger lunch than necessary and have little to no time for vigorous exercise. I need to keep myself in shape not just for my body, but for my mental health. I noticed that I feel less anxious and depressed after a good workout, instead of stressing myself from procrastinating getting exercise. My heart would feel better after eating a salad, not burning from a very large cheeseburger and fries. For me to maintain being active, I must pay attention to my physical health. This includes not overeating, finding time to exercise, munching on fruits and vegetables almost everyday, and paying attention to my calorie count and meal size. Now it is acceptable for me to have pizza and chocolate sometimes, but not too many times. With my Fitness Pal app, I am able to record my meals daily. What I can eat everyday is a mandarin and either lettuce or raw spinach. For my workouts, I can do ten to twenty minutes of yoga and at least one hour of biking. Luckily with a fitbit, my calories burnt, blood pressure, heart beats per minute, and blood oxygen are recorded for me. All of my goals might seem difficult, yet I cannot go back to the same path I was in middle school. My health needs me to stay active; I need this scholarship to pay for college and have free access to the campus’ gym.

Back in the summer before my sophomore year, my parents looked at 'Philly's puppies' on the Humane Society website. We as a family decided to take a drive to the shelter and play with those adorable puppies. As cute and lovely as those little fur babies were, we did not know how big they were going to get. Hearing how the father of the litter was adopted, my family and I decided to take a look at the mother, Philly. Miss Philly walked in calmly, and was the ideal size dog for our family. She never bit my brother and I as we stroked her black fur. She did not jump on my parents and sat down lady-like. Now that we figured out how loving she was around humans, we had to see what she acted like towards cats, since we used to have a cat back then. My brother and I were waiting in the feline room when my dog released Philly's leash. The kittens fled and hid in scratching posts. One under the couch I was sitting on hissed at the dog. Yet the only thing Philly was concerned about was whether my brother was going to rub her belly as she laid on her back in front of him. Soon enough, we fostered Philly, and renamed her Gracie Lou Freedog (a 'Miss Congeniality' reference). During our time as the dog's foster family, I forgot that we have not officially adopted her yet. By the time she was neutered and returned home in a cone, Gracie Lou became the Parker family dog and the fur princess of the neighborhood. My dad or I, occasionally my brother or mom, would walk our family fur baby in the neighborhood, and she would greet the neighbors with excitement. Whenever someone was around, there would be a wagging tag and a tug to approach that individual. Neighbors would say, "Hi Gracie", go inside their houses to find treats or a toy, and talk to whoever is walking the dog as she was proudly chewing a bone or tennis ball. Our precious canine might even play with other neighborhood dogs. Knowing who the canine Miss Congeniality is, my family became a little more well-known throughout the neighborhood and Gracie Lou the dog continues her legend to be popular. Having a non-human friend forms me into the loving, thoughtful person that I am today. While it can be difficult for an autistic person, like me, to display strong emotions, my dog usually makes me happy. Gracie keeps me gentle, responsible, and compassionate. One of her positive characteristics is she does not disrespect nor criticize others as some humans do. She will flip a frown upside down and be the living stuffed teddy bear to hug when feeling blue. With Gracie Lou Freedog, I have someone to greet and get acknowledgement rather than being snubbed at. With my non-human friend, I feel safe and accepted without any background offensive commentary. It does not matter to her whether I have autism or not; what matters to that dog is that her loved ones are around. Gracie is almost like a cheaper emotional therapy dog and might be qualified to train as one. Although the dog will not always be around when a place forbids non-service animals, she will always be with me by heart when I miss her so. My pal is worth taking care of since she is glad to be loyal to my family. If I had never met Gracie Lou Freedog, I would not have the best dog my family has ever owned.

Back in the summer before my sophomore year, my parents looked at 'Philly's puppies' on the Humane Society website. We as a family decided to take a drive to the shelter and play with those adorable puppies. As cute and lovely as those little fur babies were, we did not know how big they were going to get. Hearing how the father of the litter was adopted, my family and I decided to take a look at the mother, Philly. Miss Philly walked in calmly, and was the ideal size dog for our family. She never bit my brother and I as we stroked her black fur. She did not jump on my parents and sat down lady-like. Now that we figured out how loving she was around humans, we had to see what she acted like towards cats, since we used to have a cat back then. My brother and I were waiting in the feline room when my dog released Philly's leash. The kittens fled and hid in scratching posts. One under the couch I was sitting on hissed at the dog. Yet the only thing Philly was concerned about was whether my brother was going to rub her belly as she laid on her back in front of him. Soon enough, we fostered Philly, and renamed her Gracie Lou Freedog (a 'Miss Congeniality' reference). During our time as the dog's foster family, I forgot that we have not officially adopted her yet. By the time she was neutered and returned home in a cone, Gracie Lou became the Parker family dog and the fur princess of the neighborhood. My dad or I, occasionally my brother or mom, would walk our family fur baby in the neighborhood, and she would greet the neighbors with excitement. Whenever someone was around, there would be a wagging tag and a tug to approach that individual. Neighbors would say, "Hi Gracie", go inside their houses to find treats or a toy, and talk to whoever is walking the dog as she was proudly chewing a bone or tennis ball. Our precious canine might even play with other neighborhood dogs. Knowing who the canine Miss Congeniality is, my family became a little more well-known throughout the neighborhood and Gracie Lou the dog continues her legend to be popular. Having a non-human friend forms me into the loving, thoughtful person that I am today. While it can be difficult for an autistic person, like me, to display strong emotions, my dog usually makes me happy. Gracie keeps me gentle, responsible, and compassionate. One of her positive characteristics is she does not disrespect nor criticize others as some humans do. She will flip a frown upside down and be the living stuffed teddy bear to hug when feeling blue. With Gracie Lou Freedog, I have someone to greet and get acknowledgement rather than being snubbed at. With my non-human friend, I feel safe and accepted without any background offensive commentary. It does not matter to her whether I have autism or not; what matters to that dog is that her loved ones are around. Gracie is almost like a cheaper emotional therapy dog and might be qualified to train as one. Although the dog will not always be around when a place forbids non-service animals, she will always be with me by heart when I miss her so. My pal is worth taking care of since she is glad to be loyal to my family. If I had never met Gracie Lou Freedog, I would not have the best dog my family has ever owned.

Generations of my family have struggled with health issues. My dad, paternal uncle and paternal grandparents have gained dozens of pounds over the years. My maternal grandfather, (I consider him my papa), was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes around a decade ago. Even I had to get blood-tested twice for diabetes due to huge weight gains. When my maternal grandmother was in high school, she was diagnosed with grave’s disease, which is where hormones impact the thyroid gland, causing significant weight gain and loss. Her top issue was how much she enjoyed eating and did not bother to exercise. Nana’s diet consisted of fast food, especially sweets and sugary sodas. As far as I know, her mental health was sufficient, yet she did not have the mental control of watching her portions. Nana was in the hospital, and had gastritis surgery, removing her esophagus. Yet her condition was degenerating, then declared her dead, days before reaching sixty-six years old. My mom's grief was super conscience-stricken that she quit jogging marathons and was no longer concerned about her weight for years. This was years after, but in order to honor Nana, I must pay attention to my physical health, by not overeating, finding time to exercise and munching on fruits and vegetables almost everyday. Also, I would pay attention to my mental health by occasionally chatting with my family and friends, not letting my autism get the best of me, pay attention to my calorie count and meal size, and find a way to relax when my anxiety is at its highest level. All of those concepts are crucial to living the best, healthiest life. I have gained a lot of weight before and I am determined to not have that happen again. I am passionate to keep my body moving and find time to eat my greens. Instead of spending five dollars at Starbucks everyday, I could save money for healthy groceries and water. Now what would also help me to afford a healthy, long life is earning this scholarship.

Throughout my life, at least one pet lives in the house. Dogs, cats, or fish, they were by my family’s side. While it can be difficult for an autistic person, like me, to display strong emotions, animals usually make me happy. Although a few kids struggle learning how to treat pets carefully, I learned how to stroke a bunny peacefully. Just as several citizens do not have the concern to rescue a hurting cat, I grew up determined that all domestic animals should have a safe, loving home. Pets bring out gentleness, responsibility, inspiration, and compassion in me. Even though I learn a lot from humans and still have human loved ones, a positive characteristic about pets is they do not bully nor criticize others as some people do. Animals should flip a frown upside down and be the living stuffed toy to hug when feeling blue. With pets, I have someone to greet rather than being snubbed at. With a non-human friend, I feel safe and accepted without any background offensive commentary. Pets are worth taking care of since they are glad to be loyal to you. If I did not grow up with pets, I would not have learned to manage time between school and chores and not constantly think about those who have disrespected me and my disability. I would have less appreciation towards my life. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I might watch puppy or kitten videos, otherwise cuddle with my dog. Pets raise my self-esteem and soften my heart. They are like cheaper emotional support service animals. Although they will not always be around when a place forbids non-service animals, and I would miss my dog on vacation, pets will always be with everyone by heart. Also, not only do animals give me a caring heart, they can boost my creativity without feelings of disappointment. Back in eighth-grade, my middle school held a contest for designing a walk-for-change t-shirt for the year. Since the school was donating to the Humane Society, I developed a passion to design the t-shirt. Knowing what this chain of animal shelters and charity offers, I drew a picture of a green shirt with a white dog and white cat as the design. At least one week later, I was the winner of that contest, and my design was the walk-for-change t-shirt for the year. I was a little disappointed that it took a while for students to be willing to buy those shirts, yet satisfied with my contribution for the walk-for-change by designing a shirt based on the Humane Society. Along with the dogs having a better chance of not criticizing my work. Without my love for pets, I would not have felt the need to donate and draw a shirt for an animal protection organization. Having a non-human friend forms me into the loving, thoughtful person that I am today.

“She might not be in accelerated classes.” “Amber is never getting a driver’s license.” “Your daughter will never go to college.” When a physician’s words diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and heartbroken. For three days, my distraught mother sobbed about how her special-needs daughter would struggle in life while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my folks to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky-eater not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate impulses in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. One day in eighth-grade, my algebra-one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel uncomfortable being the eldest. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Still, I wanted to take the easy way out. Leading up to my high school junior year, I began enjoying mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played ‘The Accountant’ movie. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary or accountant captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping math, and regretting not appreciating math sooner. For a second chance, I need to win this scholarship for university. My plans are to attend the honor college of Otterbein University, a private four-year university, to double major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. Its total cost is $46,562, and earning $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans is still not enough. This will be a make-up to my parents, who still pay their student loans for almost thirty years. I risk of being in debt because I have autism. My parents raised me to have a better future and deserve more for me.

When I was four, a physician diagnosed me with autism. He told my parents that I would struggle academically and socially, not be able to attend college nor participate in any activities, and never earn a driver’s license. I was forbidden to publish a single essay or take any college placement tests. Years of fighting and memory-making later, I am an honor-roll high school senior who legally drives, and is involved in college credit plus and National Honor Society. Also with 1080 on the PreSAT, 22 on the ACT, and 1240 on the SAT. Accomplishing these achievements may seem like I live a perfect life. Now I am grateful to develop talent for this to happen, yet I still remember how it feels to be different. Classmates bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an irked attitude or uncomfortable vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over unimportant matters or did not grasp a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I improved my socialization and communication, still, being intellectually disabled is not basic beyond levels. To prove that disabled people have a place in this world, I choose to have a career meant to help people with one of my best skills. To also honor Dylan, I will use my gift of math. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I knew basic geometry; one funny moment had me furious at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth-grade ended. 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, intriguing me more than I initially thought. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he showed me the movie “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping my brain with excellent math skills. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary without my disability stopping me. Dylan would agree. If I were to win $1,000, I would use it for college. My plans are to attend Otterbein University's honor college to double-major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. Its total cost is $46,562. So far, I earned $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans, yet this is still not enough. With my parents still having to pay their student loans for almost thirty years, I am also at risk of being saddled with debt because I have autism, which would sadden Dylan. For me help provide financial advice for a living, even for the intellectually disabled, I qualify for this scholarship.

If I were to win $500, I would use the scholarship award for college, which will lead me to success. My plans are to attend Otterbein University, a private four year university, to double major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. Its total cost combined of tuition, room and board, meal plan, and books is $46,562. So far, I earned $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans, yet this is still not enough. With my parents still having to pay their student loans for almost thirty years, I am also at risk of being saddled with debt because I have autism, and I do not want to be in this situation. For me to reach my desired plans, I will work harder in university, intern as a bookkeeper, and use scholarship money for school expenses. Luckily with math being my best subject, I should have the opportunity of being a successful financial worker. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear in my head. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year that I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teachers structured her course to be a casual conversation, interesting me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary or accountant captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping math. Actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant.

One of the people who inspire me to be an overcomer is Dave Ramsey. With his experience of bankruptcy, he and his family had to climb themselves out of rock bottom all the way to debt-free upper class. Out of inspiration to help others in financial problems, Dave felt inspired to teach personal finance. As a personal finance educator, he makes his courses fun, relatable, and engaging. He provides simple and efficient tips for investing. Many people assume investing is too time-consuming and difficult to pull off. According to legendary Ramsey, that is accurately not the case. He mentioned, “Keep it simple, silly” (KISS), meaning everyone can start anytime and nobody has to be poor or rich to do so. His one tip that I consider with heart is to only invest in what you understand. Ramsey’s advice uplifted my parents’ financial status. For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university in California and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. After their honeymoon, they returned home to discover that a contractor betrayed them. While they moved in with my maternal grandparents, my father struggled finding a job while my mother had to work as a low-income teacher. After my parents moved to Ohio to be with my paternal grandparents, my father and grandfather both lost their jobs during 9/11. After my grandparents had to move back to California for a job offer, my disadvantaged parents were left alone in Ohio, with nowhere else to go. While they were still trying to make ends meet years later, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. My parents felt so stressed out that they were unsure if they had the finances to also treat my mental needs, along with raising my newborn brother at the time. When they had the chance to attend Dave’s classes, my folks learned how to properly invest from his tip I like. My parents understood that they had to invest in our needs first, such as shelter, food, clothing, prescription medication, and so on. Once they finished the needs and included wants for zoo memberships, COSI tickets, and eat-outs for Little Caesar’s pizza and fast food, our family was set. My parents were able to climb out of their money situations because they took Ramsey’s advice. Today, they have better incomes and we do not have numerous financial issues. As a result, I was capable of affording to join color guard in spite of several fees and inflated gas money. Soon, I will be able to fly out to France after having the cost of $4000 paid off to go. However, my parents still have a long way in fully paying off their student loans and a mortgage. Either way, Mr. Ramsey contributed educating them with personal finance, which helped them rise from rock bottom. Because of Dave’s teachings, I feel inspired to become a financial worker, and help fight off debt, as a special needs girl in the mathematical field. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream career of being an actuary. When I become one, I can work to help companies and other people invest. I might consider joining Dave Ramsey's team.

My excitement about a computer science degree is to use my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest for companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to use software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, so combining math and technology should not be a huge difficulty for me. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me furious at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. All of these moments would not have happened if it were not for calculators, educational videos, and math computer games and websites. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of computer science, has not finished yet. When working with computer science, I picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in STEM. People, businesses, and the economy need me in computer science as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to college and help explore my career.

Women represent 49.6% of the entire world population. That makes an estimated quantity of 3,905 million females. 3,904,727,342 women who can empower themselves to become assets. Even though men over number them by a ratio of 101.68:100, higher amounts do not always indicate greater abilities. Studies show that between the two genders, females donate more funds to a wider variety of causes. For leadership, women do more in promoting diversity, equity, and inclusion efforts than males at the same level. When it comes to investing, ladies are twice as likely as gentlemen to say how it is important for their companies to incorporate environmental, social, governance (ESG) policies while investing. Without females, around half of the world’s accomplishments and legacies would not have been completed. Earth would be a planet filled with only one gender, along with less creativity and diversity. Now to take feminism to another level, I believe that special needs females should play a huge part. Society needs to acknowledge the heroism of disabled women. Most of the awarded special-needs individuals happen to be men. While these men are such fantastic heroes, there still needs to be more disabled heroines. On the other hand, there is one woman that takes leadership to another level. Her name is Temple Grandin, and she is one of the most famous scientists and behaviorists. One of Dr. Grandin’s greatest gift was to use her mind to advocate for how farmers treat their livestock. Her “cow’s-eye view” mindset was the ultimate reason why the livestock industry improved in taking care of cattle. The concept of cows not hurting humans made sense for people to not harm cattle. Today, she teaches animal science at Colorado State University, and is still a leader for the livestock industry and the autism community. This woman represents an example of willing to use gifts to help society. Since I have already been diagnosed with autism, becoming like an empowered, disabled lady, just like Temple Grandin, would lift my spirits and help me grow as a leader. Growing up, I was beneficially challenged in mathematics. The encouragement I received brought me to advanced math courses. My dad finally convinced me to consider an actuarial science career, so I would be a part of women working in STEM trying to prove themselves. My autism will play an even bigger part when I go into the mathematics field. To this day, I will persevere beyond levels of difficulty to guarantee myself a leader, as a girl, for a better future. As a comparison to Dr. Grandin, I could be a leader of the autistic community by inspiring others to help the economy. My dream career is to become an actuary. After learning that 70% of Americans are buried in debt, including my parents, I am determined to deteriorate debt. From a young age, inspiration to improve the economy flowed within my mind. If I were to use my actuarial career to help people, I could be a leader for finances and autism rights. Now for me to become a female leader, I must win this scholarship to pay for my cost at Otterbein university’s honor college.

Once a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and heartbroken. For three days, my distraught mother sobbed about how her special-needs daughter would struggle in life while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, Mom’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and Dad swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my folks to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, I asked myself “What am I doing?”. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky-eater not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of being an author ignited. The only problem was feeling reluctant to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate impulses in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. One day in eighth-grade, my algebra-one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel uncomfortable being the eldest. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Leading up to my high school junior year, I began enjoying math and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. After watching ‘The Accountant’ movie and the adventures autistic protagonist Christian Wolff confronted, dynamic inspiration and determination flowed within me. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication, not autism. To this day, I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I socialize more easily than years ago. Additionally, I successfully ended my final high school color guard season and will have my last National Honor Society meeting. Also, I am capable of completing my chores without help, applying my own makeup, and performing yoga a bit smoothly. Not to mention that I am done with my high school credits early, take all college classes, drive by myself, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have been accepted into twelve universities. Due to my experiences and opportunities offered, I will attend Otterbein University’s honor college as a double-major in math and actuarial science. Of course, I will have to accept my autism, yet I refuse making useless excuses about my disability. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society. By overcoming my obstacles and the need for more financial aid, I should win this scholarship.

My passion for being an advocate for the disabled formed, since I have the experience of feeling outcasted. Social justice has been the center of attention for the last quinquennial (five years) or so. Blacks, Asians, Latinos, and Native Americans took the lead for acceptance. The LGBTQIA community has been advocating for respect. Women’s Rights established their activities as a voice supporting inclusion. Homeless and Low-income folks experiencing poverty continue their desire for necessities and empathy. As for people with A.D.H.D, Aspergers, Down syndrome, and Autism, I only heard a few inspiring stories about the disabled making their mark. The news would narrate anecdotes concerning minorities, females, LGBTQ, and the poor significantly more than the disabled. On the other hand, ableism is one of my top concerns that the world does not adequately acknowledge. In the future, I hope for more acceptance towards the disabled. Just as an article discusses the accomplishment of young adults with down syndrome, children with A.D.H.D. are bullied for their inability to act “normally”. While activists post on social media about depression awareness, citizens would film videos mocking those with Aspergers. Although veterans with amputated legs or arms are honored with support, some wheelchair-bound humans are ignored when asking for assistance or saying hello. For my story, I relate to the challenge of being considered “weird”. When I was four, a physician diagnosed me with autism. He told my parents that I would struggle academically and socially, not be able to attend college nor participate in any activities, and never earn a driver’s license. I was forbidden to publish a single essay or take any college placement tests. Years of fighting and memory-making later, I am an honor-roll high school senior who legally drives, and is involved in college credit plus and National Honor Society. Also with 1080 on the PreSAT, 22 on the ACT, and 1240 on the SAT. Accomplishing all of these achievements may seem like I live a perfect life. Now I am grateful to develop talent for this to happen, yet I still remember how it feels to be different. Classmates have bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, still, being autistic is not basic beyond levels. All humans with any disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every single disabled individual should be included not only for society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female going into the mathematics field. My choice will empower the autistic community for a hopeful future.

Like any sport, the color guard takes astronomical skills. Having pointed toes, straight postures, pretty free arms, toothy grins, counting, catching every toss, and more are essential for a graceful performance. Outdoor color guard has enough challenges with weather and sweating, yet indoor color guard, called winter guard, can press buttons. Winter guard involves way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. Either way, both forms of color guard need perseverance for success. It was difficult for me to learn fast, and get accepted into varsity winter guard, because I have autism -- freshman-me struggled. As for sophomore year, I improved my skills yet was still mediocre. I sobbed when my coach told me I was not ready for varsity. Luckily, she let me practice during the varsity rehearsals. Putting my big-girl pants on, I decided to commit extra hours of practice. Even though I had to be given tips for my tosses and technique because of bad habits, I refused to give up. My priority was to practice for numerous hours to get into varsity winter guard. Over time, I made my flag tosses look easy, and my spinning appeared immaculate. By my junior year of marching band, the coaches barely had to correct me. I felt like I impressed older members. Still, my inner perfectionist forced me to work harder. By the second winter guard audition, butterflies fluttered inside my stomach. My coach called my name, then told me that I deserved to be in varsity winter guard. I was overjoyed when she said I grew so much. My persistence paid off. Now that I finished color guard, I feel grateful for the opportunity to learn from my errors and get back on my feet that granted me successful seasons. Because I persist, I should win this scholarship.

My passion for being an advocate for the disabled formed, since I have the experience of feeling outcasted. Children with ADHD are bullied for their inability to fit in. Citizens would film videos mocking those with Aspergers. Some wheelchair-bound humans are ignored when asking for assistance or saying hello. With autism, I can relate to challenges of being considered “weird”. Classmates bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, still, being autistic is not basic beyond levels. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with. It is difficult to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. This brings a better chance of peace and less war, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any disability, should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. All humans with any disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every single disabled individual should be included not only for society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female. My choice will empower the autistic community to not give up.

Environmental studies, my favorite scientific subject, intrigued me since I was in preschool. I smile at a blue sky with green grass, and frown when someone carelessly tosses a plastic water bottle on the ground. Earth provided everyone with a natural home; the fact that some people dare to throw napkins on the beautiful grass instead of simply disposing of the garbage is absurd. Since it is the environment's job to protect humans’ well-being, it should be our job to preserve the lovely Earth. Once we preserve our home planet, our environment provides our necessities. Without Earth's environment, nobody will survive. Luckily, the United States has resources available. Other countries, on the other hand, struggle cleaning environments. With my global foods group, I researched India’s food shortages. One of the top three causes are environmental disasters, including acidic rain, flooding, and smoggy air. Yet, one of the main contributors happens to be citizens not taking responsibility for keeping their homes clean. They either bathe in ponds, drive automobiles producing black smoke or dump sewage anywhere. Unfortunately, India is not the only country struggling with poor environments. Madagascar is known for adverse global warming and climate risks. In 2018, Kenya experienced a series of droughts. Rwanda was affected by five centuries of extreme weather effects. Sri Lanka’s deforestation eliminated plantations and agricultural lands. Even though many countries have manufactured products from China, this country’s government has no concern with contributing improvements in water scarcity, air pollution, and citizens’ health. Although, there will always be extreme weather; earthquakes, floods, cyclones, tsunamis, and tornados are unpreventable. On the contrary, everyone can contribute to the environment. Grow crops, collect trash, protect wildlife, water flowers, and plant trees. Our environment depends on us to care for Earth, so we will live in a better world.

Many people assume investing is too time-consuming and difficult to pull off. According to legendary Dave Ramsey, that is not the case. He mentioned, “Keep it simple, silly” (KISS), meaning everyone can start anytime and nobody has to be rich to do so. His one helpful tip that I consider with heart is to only invest in what you understand. Ramsey’s advice uplifted my parents’ financial status. For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were still trying to make ends meet years later, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. My parents felt so stressed out that they were unsure if they had the finances to also treat my mental needs, along with raising my newborn brother at the time. When they had the chance to attend Dave’s classes, my folks learned how to properly invest from his tip I like. My parents understood that they had to invest in our needs first, such as shelter, food, clothing, prescription medication, and so on. Once they finished the needs and included wants for zoo memberships, COSI tickets, and eat-outs for Little Caesar’s pizza and fast food, our family was set. My parents were able to climb out of their money situations because they took Ramsey’s advice. Today, they have better incomes and we do not have numerous financial issues. Because of Ramsey’s teachings, I feel inspired to become a financial worker as a special needs girl in the mathematical field. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream career of being an actuary. When I become one, I can work to help companies and other people invest.

Like any sport, the color guard takes astronomical skills. Having pointed toes, straight postures, pretty free arms, toothy grins, counting, catching every toss, and more are essential for a graceful performance. Outdoor color guard has enough challenges with weather and sweating, yet indoor color guard, called winter guard, can press buttons. Winter guard involves way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. Either way, both forms of color guard need perseverance for success. It was difficult for me to learn fast, and get accepted into varsity winter guard, because I have autism -- freshman-me struggled. As for sophomore year, I improved my skills yet was still mediocre. I sobbed when my coach told me I was not ready for varsity. Luckily, she let me practice during the varsity rehearsals. Putting my big-girl pants on, I decided to commit extra hours of practice. Even though I had to be given tips for my tosses and technique because of bad habits, I refused to give up. My priority was to practice for numerous hours to get into varsity winter guard. Over time, I made my flag tosses look easy, and my spinning appeared immaculate. By my junior year of marching band, the coaches barely had to correct me. I felt like I impressed older members. Still, my inner perfectionist forced me to work harder. By the second winter guard audition, butterflies fluttered inside my stomach. My coach called my name, then told me that I deserved to be in varsity winter guard. I was overjoyed when she said I grew so much. My perseverance paid off. Now that I finished color guard, I feel grateful for the opportunity to learn from my errors and get back on my feet that granted me successful seasons. Because I persevere, I should win this scholarship.

Eighth-grade me was eccentric, depressed, awkward, bullied, overweight, and used to have an old-school phone and bad eyebrows. After blowing my second chance to win my middle school crush, I let myself down. Along with that boy’s friends hating my guts for whatever reason, I pretended to dislike the boy and struggled with properly socializing because of autism. As a result, my reputation was fading. One day, I watched a parade on tv, noticing a color guard performing their routine. Astonished, I told my parents I wanted to try color guard. During auditions, I felt as if I had a place there. Some of the girls included and respected me, along with accepting my true self for who I am. Even though it took a while for me to adjust to color guard standards and I had a lot to learn, I felt as if the bullying declined. Another home game went on and I finished another performance. I did not feel entirely fantastic about that run, yet I did my best. During the third quarter, my friends complimented me on my performance and acquaintances pointed me out in amazement. Best of all, the guard and I walked back to the school when a crowd of kids turned their heads and stared at me with dropped jams, my former crush among them. I never saw him at another football game again, yet I moved on and am proud of the individual I became. While I recently finished my final season, color guard mostly benefited me. I eventually developed confidence, happiness, and independence, lost fifteen pounds, came out of my shell, got cooler clothing, and learned other skills, such as cartwheels, squatting, and applying fake eyelashes. If I did not join the color guard, I cannot imagine who I would be.

As an autistic student, one of my best talents is math. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I knew basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year I started appreciating math. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, intriguing me more than I initially thought. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he showed me the movie “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping my brain with excellent math skills. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in As. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. Today, I am now willing to practice my talents by implementing more often, by memorizing inside my mind and studying more often.

As an autistic student, my best skill is math. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I knew basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year I started appreciating math. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, intriguing me more than I initially thought. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he showed me the movie “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping my brain with excellent math skills. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in As. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary. Today, I am now willing to improve my best skill by implementing more often by practicing calculations inside my mind, online, and on paper more often.

Kerry Magro revolutionized from a nonverbal thirty-month-old to an award-winning speaker with a P.h.D. in Educational Technology Leadership. In comparison to Magro’s experiences, I was diagnosed with the disorder at age four and then had to overcome challenges throughout my life with my family's support. My one message for the world is to thank your family for all your accomplishments. If it were not for his family, Kerry would not have founded KFM Making a Difference as CEO, orated over six hundred events concerning autism rights, and published several books about the disability,. Alike with my parents, his mother, who served the New Jersey Elected Board of Education, and his father were both one of the most resolute advocates for Kerry’s success. The Magro couple enrolled their desperate son in speech, physical and occupational therapy for fifteen years until he graduated from Community High School. At Seton Hall University, Kerry continued his education, majoring in Business Management and minoring in Sports Management, until graduating with honors in 2011. Later, he extended his schooling at Seton to earn his master’s in Strategic Communications and Leadership. Subsequently, he accepted a position in Autism Speaks and studied Educational Technology and Leadership at New Jersey City University before earning his doctorate in 2019. If Magro’s parents had not supported him, Kerry's wings would have never spread. After learning about Kerry, I cannot help but walk down memory lane. I had a good childhood, yet I struggled so much with autism that I would fight my parents, who persevered in challenging me for prosperity. I barely valued earning outstanding grades, yet handiwork was carried out after my parents finally convinced me. Now I am a high school senior taking all college courses. To thank my family for energizing my success, I must win this scholarship.

My acts of service usually involve obedience and developing skills. During my high school sophomore year, I had color guard fees and expenses for the marching band DisneyWorld trip. For that reason, my dad decided for him and me to volunteer at the concessions stand for Red, White & Boom. I was nervous about working on Independence Day, due to autism and anxiety, but I needed to add money in my band account. When Dad and I arrived at the Clippers Stadium, I was amazed at how huge the stadium was. I do not watch baseball, yet it was around twice as big as my high school's football field. Looking at the size and knowing how many people were going to the Independence Day event, I had to be prepared to start working. After waiting for at most twenty minutes, Dad and I started working. The man running the concessions gave us different, individual tasks. As I was constructing cheeseburgers, saucing wings, coating funnel fries with powdered sugar, and handing orders to customers, I have come to notice that I worked really fast. At the time, I had no fast food experience. My dad was bragging to the man that how hardcore I am. Sure enough, this experience brought out productivity within me as a helper. After at least three or four hours of helping, I was treated with a spectacular, colorful firework show. Once Red, White & Boom ended, Dad told me that the workers were impressed with how I did at the concessions. I followed directions, prepared food efficiently with proper sanitation, and was respectful to everyone. Since then, I learned that I can work fast when I need to. To this day, I realized that I, an autistic individual, can operate better than I think I can.

Multiple people assume investing is too time-consuming and difficult to pull off. According to legendary Dave Ramsey, that is not the case. He mentioned, “Keep it simple, silly” (KISS), meaning everyone can start anytime and nobody has to be rich to do so. His one tip that I consider with heart is to only invest in what you understand. Ramsey’s advice uplifted my parents’ financial status. For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were still trying to make ends meet years later, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. My parents felt so stressed out that they were unsure if they had the finances to also treat my mental needs, along with raising my newborn brother at the time. When they had the chance to attend Dave’s classes, my folks learned how to properly invest from his tip I like. My parents understood that they had to invest in our needs first, such as shelter, food, clothing, prescription medication, and so on. Once they finished the needs and included wants for zoo memberships, COSI tickets, and eat-outs for Little Caesar’s pizza and fast food, our family was set. My parents were able to climb out of their money situations because they took Ramsey’s advice. Today, my folks have better incomes and my family does not have numerous financial issues. Because of Ramsey’s teachings, I feel inspired to become a financial worker as an autistic girl in the mathematical field. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream career of being an actuary. When I become one, I can work to help companies and other people invest.

Many people assume investing is too time-consuming and difficult to pull off. According to legendary Dave Ramsey, that is not the case. He mentioned, “Keep it simple, silly” (KISS), meaning everyone can start anytime and nobody has to be rich to do so. His one tip that I consider with heart is to only invest in what you understand. Ramsey’s advice uplifted my parents’ financial status. For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were still trying to make ends meet years later, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. My parents felt so stressed out that they were unsure if they had the finances to also treat my mental needs, along with raising my newborn brother at the time. When they had the chance to attend Dave’s classes, my folks learned how to properly invest from his tip I like. My parents understood that they had to invest in our needs first, such as shelter, food, clothing, prescription medication, and so on. Once they finished the needs and included wants for zoo memberships, COSI tickets, and eat-outs for Little Caesar’s pizza and fast food, our family was set. My parents were able to climb out of their money situations because they took Ramsey’s advice. Today, they have better incomes and we do not have numerous financial issues. Because of Ramsey’s teachings, I feel inspired to become a financial worker as a special needs girl in the mathematical field. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream career of being an actuary. When I become one, I can work to help companies and other people invest.

My diagnosis of autism shocked and devastated my parents. My anxious mother sobbed about how I was going to struggle in life; questioning what solution there could be. Finally, my parents’ emotions shifted from despair to determination. They chose to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my parents to urge my motivation, but they finally brought me to my highest mark of success. At first, I refused to comply, until I eventually learned to not limit myself. During eighth-grade, the new college credit plus program was brought about. Nonetheless, I wanted to decline at first, even though I won a scholarship in fifth-grade. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger, I used to feel awkward being the eldest in a group. Anyway, that memory taught me that my wings will stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this academic program. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends much more easily., and join the National Honor Society rather than not participating in school clubs. Not to mention that I drive myself, completed my last season of color guard, and occasionally practice French, Italian, and Spanish. I commit to respecting my community, earning their respect and appreciation. The legacy I desire to leave is me being an overcomer, since being autistic will not barricade my success. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication, not autism. To this day, I do not want to be known as the “autistic girl”, but the “well-accomplished young lady”. I will be portrayed as a distinct, multi-talented citizen.

I might not be majoring in art, yet this subject has intrigued me for all of my life. Strolling inside an art museum, I would gaze at each work for fun and interest. After all, I love colorful designs and decorating. Now there is one canvas that brought me to my attention, and that is a painting called "Colors of Autism" - Pinot's Palette Painting. This appealing depiction displays four floating puzzle pieces, one of which is black with a cutout heart. The others are clear, showing the chromatic background using rainbow blends of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. While I do not always go into depth with the purpose of artwork, I guarantee this picture is meant to support autistic people like me. Throughout society, I notice craftsmanship uplifting social justice for race and gender equality or low income families. For special needs advocates on the other hand, I rarely see any indication for "Help the Disabled". Since I first laid my eyes on this painting, I cannot help but beam in appreciation. While I am around people who love and respect me, at the same time, I have dealt with condescending individuals who probably have no understanding towards different citizens, possibly not even wanting to. Some might not have been aware that I have autism, yet I might as well let go of my grudges towards their patronitism, Anyhow, staring at "Colors of Autism" assures me that there are artists who are inspired to express themselves about their thoughts towards the special needs. If I had to choose a business to work for as an actuary, I may decide on an art museum holding artwork supporting underrepresented groups. My financial theory would suggest funding "Colors of Autism" and keeping it on display to obtain higher profits.

Diversity is important. I enjoy getting to know different people and learning more about the world. If everyone was the same, life would be dull. Having differences is what makes us special. Unfortunately, one of the world’s biggest issues is ableism. Children with ADHD are constantly bullied for their inability to fit in. “Netizens” (citizens of the net) would film videos mocking citizens with Aspergers. Some wheelchair-bound humans are ignored when asking for assistance or saying hello. With autism, I can relate to the challenge of being considered “weird”. Peers gave me annoyed attitudes or awkward vibes when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend jokes or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening because of my slow processing. I improved my socialization and communication, still, being autistic is not basic beyond levels. Knowing how being outcasted hurts, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with. It is difficult, I must admit, to spread kindness to everybody equally. There will always be judgemental people acting unkind and biased. However, diversity and equality must represent bringing people together as a whole. This brings a better chance of peace and less war, along with feeling equally united. Anybody, even with any disability, should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. As a special-needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe every disabled individual should be included not only for society but as an impact on diversity and equality. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic student. If I were to be accepted, I could prove to society that being considered “mental” or special-needs should never mean you cannot be accepted.

My passion for being an advocate for the disabled formed, since I have the experience of feeling outcasted. When I was four, a physician diagnosed me with autism. He told my parents that I would struggle academically and socially, not be able to attend college nor participate in any activities, and never earn a driver’s license. I was forbidden to publish a single essay or take any college placement tests. Years of fighting and memory-making later, I am an honor-roll high school senior who legally drives, and is involved in college credit plus and National Honor Society. Also with 1080 on the PreSAT, 22 on the ACT, and 1240 on the SAT. Accomplishing all of these achievements may seem like I live a perfect life. Now I am grateful to develop talent for this to happen, yet I still remember how it feels to be different. Classmates have bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication, still, being autistic is not basic beyond levels. All humans with any disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe with passion that every single disabled individual should be included not only for society but as an impact on diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for this scholarship as an autistic female going into the mathematics field. My choice will empower the autistic community to not give up.

Environmental studies intrigued me since I was in preschool. I smile at a blue sky with green grass, and frown when someone carelessly tosses a plastic water bottle on the ground. Earth provided everyone with a natural home; the fact that some people dare to throw napkins on the beautiful grass instead of simply disposing of the garbage is absurd. Since it is the environment's job to protect humans’ well-being, it should be our job to preserve the lovely Earth. Once we preserve our home planet, our environment provides our necessities. Without Earth's environment, nobody will survive. Luckily, the United States has resources available. Other countries, on the other hand, struggle cleaning environments. With my global foods group, I researched India’s food shortages. One of the top three causes are environmental disasters, including acidic rain, flooding, and smoggy air. Yet, one of the main contributors happens to be citizens not taking responsibility for keeping their homes clean. They either bathe in ponds, drive automobiles producing black smoke or dump sewage anywhere. Unfortunately, India is not the only country struggling with poor environments. Madagascar is known for adverse global warming and climate risks. In 2018, Kenya experienced a series of droughts. Rwanda was affected by five centuries of extreme weather effects. Sri Lanka’s deforestation eliminated plantations and agricultural lands. Even though many countries have manufactured products from China, this country’s government has no concern with contributing improvements in water scarcity, air pollution, and citizens’ health. Although, there will always be extreme weather; earthquakes, floods, cyclones, tsunamis, and tornados are unpreventable. On the contrary, everyone can contribute to the environment. Grow crops, collect trash, protect wildlife, water flowers, and plant trees. Our environment depends on us to care for Earth, so we will live in a better world.

Environmental studies, my favorite scientific discovery, intrigued me since I was in preschool. I smile at a blue sky with green grass, and frown when someone carelessly tosses a plastic water bottle on the ground. Earth provided everyone with a natural home; the fact that some people dare to throw napkins on the beautiful grass instead of simply disposing of the garbage is absurd. Since it is the environment's job to protect humans’ well-being, it should be our job to preserve the lovely Earth. Once we preserve our home planet, our environment provides our necessities. Without Earth's environment, nobody will survive. Luckily, the United States has resources available. Other countries, on the other hand, struggle cleaning environments. With my global foods group, I researched India’s food shortages. One of the top three causes are environmental disasters, including acidic rain, flooding, and smoggy air. Yet, one of the main contributors happens to be citizens not taking responsibility for keeping their homes clean. They either bathe in ponds, drive automobiles producing black smoke or dump sewage anywhere. Unfortunately, India is not the only country struggling with poor environments. Madagascar is known for adverse global warming and climate risks. In 2018, Kenya experienced a series of droughts. Rwanda was affected by five centuries of extreme weather effects. Sri Lanka’s deforestation eliminated plantations and agricultural lands. Even though many countries have manufactured products from China, this country’s government has no concern with contributing improvements in water scarcity, air pollution, and citizens’ health. Although, there will always be extreme weather; earthquakes, floods, cyclones, tsunamis, and tornados are unpreventable. On the contrary, everyone can contribute to the environment. Grow crops, collect trash, protect wildlife, water flowers, and plant trees. Our environment depends on us to care for Earth, so we will live in a better world.

I might not be majoring in art, yet this subject has intrigued me for all of my life. Strolling inside an art museum, I would gaze at each work for fun and interest. After all, I love colorful designs and decorating. Now there is one canvas that brought me to my attention, and that is a painting called "Colors of Autism" - Pinot's Palette Painting. This appealing depiction displays four floating puzzle pieces, one of which is black with a cutout heart. The others are clear, showing the chromatic background using rainbow blends of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. While I do not always go into depth with the purpose of artwork, I guarantee this picture is meant to support autistic people like me. Around society, I notice craftsmanship uplifting social justice for race and gender equality or low income families. For special needs advocates on the other hand, I rarely see any indication for "Help the Disabled". Since I first laid my eyes on this painting, I cannot help but beam in appreciation. While I am around people who love and respect me, at the same time, I have dealt with condescending individuals who probably have no understanding towards different citizens, possibly not even wanting to. Some might not have been aware that I have autism, yet I might as well let go of my grudges towards their patronitism, Anyhow, staring at "Colors of Autism" assures me that there are artists who are inspired to express themselves about their thoughts towards the special needs. If I had to choose a business to work for as an actuary, I may decide on an art museum holding artwork supporting underrepresented groups. My financial theory would suggest funding "Colors of Autism" and keeping it on display to obtain higher profits.

For at least twenty-five years, my parents worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they both went to a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. Presently, they managed to pay most of their debts while raising two special-needs kids, but they still have thousands of dollars in student loans and a mortgage left to pay. They have spent a majority of their money on their debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were only some of the expenses my parents had to cover for us. My parents worked hard so that we could have a Columbus Zoo membership, a Little Caesars cheese pizza as takeout once in a while, stop for lunch at a cheap restaurant after church, or occasionally go to Cosi. While I had a good childhood, my family did not always have the best finances. Today, my parents have better incomes and we do not have a ton of financial issues, but they still have college loans. Because I have autism, I run the risk of having debt too. This brings me to have personal goals of raising money to go to college and be an impact on the autism community. Other than managing finances, my parents spent years having to motivate me to succeed in school to have a better future. They, as teachers, challenged me in math, and as a result, I have career goals of becoming an actuary or accountant and using my knowledge of finances to help people with money issues. To this day, I have been earning an honor roll since fifth grade, including all A’s and perfect attendance for a few school years, and ended my high school classes early. Now I take all college courses, make suggestions for the National Honor Society, and have finished my last high school color guard season. Other than learning French, Spanish, and Italian, all of my accomplishments may appear as if I live a perfect life. However, that is not necessarily the case, due to my struggles with autism and my parents being saddled into debt. I have plans on attending Otterbein University for a bachelor’s degree, double-majoring in math and actuarial science. With this education, I would not only learn how to prepare anyone for unexpected changes in the economy, I could earn a good income for me to afford to contribute to charities and my parents’ student loans. As a result, the financial stability of businesses, disadvantaged people, and my parents would rise, getting farther from debt. It leaves me heartbroken to see people struggle due to lack of financial resources, and I feel determined to help them. Years from the present, I see myself as an actuary working to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career, including females and special needs people. By then, my education would help form ideas on how to help the disadvantaged. I would be a successful woman married to a wonderful man, live in a good neighborhood, and own at least one dog and one cat. With my sufficient actuary income, I could afford my needs and wants, which will include donating to organizations such as Autism Speaks and the National Organization for Women.Yet to help me reach this point, I must win this scholarship to pay for university.

I deserve this scholarship because I need to be rich. I deserve to spend $1200 on ice cream, a castle, and gold nail polish. A helicopter needs to fly to my house and take me to Germany. I just have to be richer than any celebrity. My academic goals are to steal four degrees. I should not even bother to study; I must take a physics class to fail it. Getting Fs is fun and underrated. After all, failure is my middle name. As for my career, I want to start a spa, using cream soda as water for my green hot tubs. At first, I felt devastated when my parents fed piranhas my homework, because I wanted platinum stars to use as money. One Thursday, I noticed a cabinet was open; full of platinum stars. While the teacher was sleeping, I took every single star from that cabinet. I proudly came home, learning that just because you cannot submit your homework cannot mean that you cannot get the sticker of your desires.

“She might not be in accelerated classes.” “Amber is never getting a driver’s license.” “Your daughter will never go to college.” When a physician’s words diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and devastated. For three days, my anxious mother sobbed about how her special needs daughter would struggle in life while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my mother and father to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing temper tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate desires in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. One day in eighth grade, my algebra one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel awkward being the eldest. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Leading up to my junior year of high school, I began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. After watching ‘The Accountant’ movie and the adventures autistic protagonist Christian Wolff was involved in, I felt a dynamic feeling of inspiration and determination flow within me. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication, not my autism. To this day, I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Additionally, I successfully ended my final high school color guard season and will have my last meeting in the National Honor Society. Also, I am capable of completing my daily chores without help, applying my own makeup, and performing yoga a bit smoothly. Not to mention that I am done with my high school credits early, take all college classes, drive by myself, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have been accepted into twelve universities. Due to my experiences and opportunities offered, I will attend Otterbein University’s honor college as a double-major in math and actuarial science. Of course, I will have to accept that I have autism, yet I will not make useless excuses for my disability. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society. Due to my experience with mental health, I believe that no one should limit themselves because of a disability. Instead, they need to develop supportive relationships and productive career inspirations. By overcoming my obstacles and the need for more financial aid, I should win this scholarship.

Since I am a female in the autistic community, I feel inspired to give this group hope. My plans are to double-major in math and actuarial science, so I would also inspire women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued information technology; I would represent an autistic female going into a S.T.E.M. career that most women would not major in. Aware about my future plans, I will use technology as a benefit to society. My excitement about newer technology is to use my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest for companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to utilize software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, so combining math and technology should not be a huge difficulty for me. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. All of these moments would not have happened if it were not for calculators, educational videos, math computer games and websites, and support from my teachers and family. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of technology, has not finished yet. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become a female actuary in STEM. People, businesses, and the economy need me in technology as an actuary to inspire the disabled and women; I need this scholarship to go to college and help pursue my career.

My excitement about newer technology is to use my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest for companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics, which helped me excel at math. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to utilize software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. Technology has the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, just like autistic people. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry, thanks to Baby Einstein. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator, because of help from math computer games. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun, with practice through technology. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of technology, has not finished yet. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in STEM. People, businesses, and the economy need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to college and help pursue my career.

Since I am a female in the autistic community, I feel inspired to give this group hope. My plans are to double-major in math and actuarial science, so I would also inspire women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So If I pursued information technology; I would represent an autistic female going into a S.T.E.M. career that most women would not major in. Aware about my future plans, I will use technology as a benefit to society. My excitement about newer technology is to use my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest for companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to utilize software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, so combining math and technology should not be a huge difficulty for me. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. All of these moments would not have happened if it were not for calculators, educational videos, and math computer games and websites. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of technology, has not finished yet. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in STEM. People, businesses, and the economy need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to college and help pursue my career.

“She might not be in accelerated classes.” “Amber is never getting a driver’s license.” “Your daughter will never go to college.” When a physician’s words diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and devastated. For three days, my anxious mother sobbed about how her special needs daughter would struggle in life while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my mother and father to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing temper tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. Around late elementary school, a spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate desires in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. One day in eighth grade, my algebra one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel awkward being the eldest. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Leading up to my junior year of high school, I began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. After watching ‘The Accountant’ movie and the adventures autistic protagonist Christian Wolff was involved in, I felt a dynamic feeling of inspiration and determination flow within me. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication, not my autism. To this day, I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Additionally, I successfully ended my final high school color guard season and will have my last meeting in the National Honor Society. Also, I am capable of completing my daily chores without help, applying my own makeup, and performing yoga a bit smoothly. Not to mention that I am done with my high school credits early, take all college classes, drive by myself, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have been accepted into twelve universities. Due to my experiences and opportunities offered, I will attend Otterbein University’s honor college as a double-major in math and actuarial science. Of course, I will have to accept that I have autism, yet I will not make useless excuses for my disability. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society. With my experiences, I am also inspired to support the autism community. By overcoming my obstacles and the need for more financial aid, I should win this scholarship.

For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were trying to make ends meet, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. Over two decades later, my folks managed to pay most of their debts while raising two special-needs kids, but they still have thousands of dollars in student loans and a mortgage left to pay. They spent a majority of their income on debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were only some of the expenses my folks had to cover for us. My parents worked hard so we could have a Columbus Zoo membership, a Little Caesars cheese pizza as takeout once in a while, stop for lunch at a cheap restaurant after church, or occasionally go to Cosi. While I had a good childhood and am grateful to have opportunities happen, my family did not always have the best finances. My parents were able to climb out of their money situations because they learned to budget and financially plan. They have better incomes and we do not have numerous financial issues, but they still have college loans. Because I have autism, I risk having debt too. After learning about my parents’ experience with student loans, I do not desire to be saddled with debt. According to the National Bureau of Economic Research, 25.9% of disabled people were living in poverty during 2019. Disabled people lacking financial resources will have an even greater risk of harming their mental stability through depression, stress, and anxiety. Other than my struggles with mental health, my parents and I have been attempting to save up for college. Throughout thirteen years of working hard in school, winning scholarships is one of my top goals. Taking the weight of paying for Otterbein University off my shoulders will mean a lot to me. I applied for hundreds of scholarships, took as many college classes as possible, spent less money, and financially planned my life and career ahead. If I win this scholarship, I would get closer to my dream career of becoming an accountant or actuary, and not be saddled with thousands of dollars in school loans like my parents. When I become one of those financial workers, I can to help improve the finances of companies and other people, including the disabled. Finally, if I win, I would also prove to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future failure, and give the autistic community a voice.

When a physician’s words diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and devastated. For three days, my anxious mother sobbed about how her special needs daughter would struggle in life while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my mother and father to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing temper tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, I asked myself “What am I doing?”. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. A spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate desires in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. One day in eighth-grade, my algebra one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel awkward being the eldest. That memory taught me that limiting myself is not the way to go. I started appreciating my academic talents and joined this college program. Up to my junior year of high school, I began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. I felt a dynamic feeling of inspiration and determination flow within me rather than feeling different. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance, dedication, and support from my loved ones and teachers, not autism. To this day, I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Additionally, I am successful in my high school’s color guard team and the National Honor Society. Also, I am capable of completing my daily chores without help, applying my own makeup, and performing yoga a bit smoothly. Not to mention that I finished my high school credits early, take all college classes, drive by myself, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have been accepted into twelve universities. Due to my experiences and opportunities offered, I will attend Otterbein University. Of course, I will have to accept that I have autism, yet I will not make useless excuses for my disability. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society. By overcoming my obstacles and the need for more financial aid, I should win this scholarship.

My excitement about newer technology is to use my math money skills with financial software to budget and invest for companies. Technology is essential for mathematics and economics. Throughout the accounting field, accountants, actuaries, bookkeepers, and controllers require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am double-majoring in math and actuarial science; so learning technology would help me become more successful in my career. Once I get a bookkeeping internship, then a job as an actuary, I would be able to utilize software that helps me budget. Knowing my gifts with numbers and my interest in economics, technology should assist in expanding my career, increase progress in monitoring cash inflows and outflows through resources, and make an impact on the world. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detail-oriented and using minutiae reasoning, so combining math and technology should not be a huge difficulty for me. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I memorized basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use and taken online, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. All of these moments would not have happened if it were not for calculators, educational videos, and math computer games and websites. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey, especially with the help of technology, has not finished yet. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and uplifting. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also help improve the economy using my talents and online research. With a computer by my side, helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. Software, such as Excel and QuickBooks, will be working with me and other accountants to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will have actuary science calling my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in STEM. People, businesses, and the economy need me in technology as an actuary; I need this scholarship to go to college and help pursue my career.

As someone with autism and anxiety issues, I am prescribed certain medication. The other people who are in need of help with mental or physical health. For me, I tend to function fine with my medication. As for people like my brother, they struggle. They cannot concentrate properly, behavior can be out of control, or their personal issues have not been resolved. While I believe some drugs are beneficial for those who are sick or have problems, at the same time, not all medication is a permanent cure for everyone’s troubles. Unfortunately, Substance Use Disorder (SUD) has taken over the lives of people who are lucky to be alive. Demi Lovato, for instance, overdosed herself four days after her performance about her cathartic song Anyone. Their hopelessness due to drugs almost cost their life. Legendary singer Whitney Houston died from a drug-related accidental drowning, all because of cocaine. SUD gives the delusion of “your worries will go away if you take this pill”. It breaks my heart to hear about people giving in to lies from drugs, and I am determined for Substance Use Disorder to end. Years ago, a family friend’s daughter got into drugs. It took over her life and she ran away from numerous rehab centers. Our family friend was in despair, knowing her daughter gave into the fire of drugs and was struggling. It was not until the family friend’s husband drove all the way to where the daughter was located, and managed to bring her to the help she needed. After self reflections and recovery, the daughter is now an inspiring counselor for those who have her experiences. She has grown to be a loving daughter, wife, and mother who sends kind, motivational messages to her loved ones. The girl has even published a poem about what being on drugs is like. Hearing her story, I feel inspired to encourage others not to get into drugs. I could imagine myself as someone traveling to colleges sharing experts from those who experienced SUD. My main message would be to not let drugs be the answer to any problem, you have to choose how you can solve it. Also, with my accounting skills, I can help fund anti-drug organizations with financial resources, such as DARE or CADCA, and possibly work as a treasurer for any anti-SUD foundation. Substance Use Disorder is a national problem in society that needs to end. For me to become a financial helper for anti-drug movements, I need to win this scholarship.

Color guard takes astronomical skills. Having pointed toes, straight postures, pretty free arms, toothy grins, counting, catching every toss, and more are essential for a graceful performance. The outdoor color guard has enough challenges with weather and sweating, yet the winter guard; (indoor color guard) can press buttons. Winter guard involves way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. Either way, both forms of color guard need persistence and creativity for success. Yet one of the biggest problems with color guard is pressure to feel good enough. While this dance-sport is fun and usually inclusive, yet I believe there should be another method created to make it less stressful and underestimated. If I had money and resources to create this, I would start a business for people of all ages to learn color guard for fun. Out of creativity, I call it a Color Guard Center. It would almost be like I-fly, where people go indoor sky-diving for, Skate America, a rollerina for kids to host a skating birthday party, or Columbus Axe Throwing, a place for people to go ax-throwing without danger. One trait all of these entertainment sites have in common is no pressure from competition. No tears from failure, no stress from learning, no yelling over small errors. Just fun, laughter, and applause. For instance, in The Amazing Race during season 33, there was a challenge for contestants who had to put together a flag routine in Switzerland. While they were first learning and not perfect at it, the most important part was they had a ball learning. For this business to happen, I believe it should take place in a mall, large building, or strip mall. When customers walk in, employees would greet them and have them experience several thirty-minute sessions, one with flag, one with dance, one with rifle, one with saber, one with baton, and one with airblade. The clients would pick each session in order of their choice, and learn how to perform without the pressure of perfection. After those sessions, those people can explore the Color Guard Center’s gift shop full of equipment, t-shirts, gloves, key chains, and more that cost less than a typical competition would charge. There would also be pictures of the clients performing their choreographed movements that happen to be cheaper than ones at very competitive contests. To plan out the business, the Color Guard Center could offer different events. One could be the original, which would be just flag and dance. Another might be the deluxe, consisting of flag, dance, and a choice of the other sessions. Also, one more could be the triumvirate, having flag, dance, and two options between the other sessions. There can even be an event choice of teams, whichever gets a higher vote, can earn a buy one get one free souvenir from the gift shop or picture. As for birthday parties, the guests can do all sessions, earn a gift card for a free item, get a discount on pictures, and the birthday child can pick a song to choreograph of their choice. I believe Color Guard Centers will be problem-solvers for the stress and anxiety over color guard. With no pressure to feel perfect and a more available experience, anyone can enjoy the sport for fun with no scored competition nor bad blood. Not to mention that all events are cheaper than one season of color guard, and the dancing is not an intense workout. With Color Guard Centers, color guard could improve as an activity. Yet for me to have money for resources, I must win this scholarship.

When a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism, my parents were shocked and devastated. For three days, my anxious mother sobbed about how her special needs daughter would struggle in life while my distressed father questioned what solution there would be. Finally, my mother’s emotions shifted from despair to determination, and my father swallowed his doubt. They decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my parents to urge my motivation. They encouraged me to get out of my comfort zone, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Childish habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too easy for my level, playing obnoxious music, and throwing temper tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from an immature, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. What needed growth was my willingness to step out of my comfort zone. A spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was fearing to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending Thurber House writing classes and Power of the Pen never helped stimulate desires in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. One day in eighth grade, my algebra one teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Initially, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel awkward being the eldest. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not challenging myself. I started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. By my junior year, I began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. After watching ‘The Accountant’ movie and the adventures autistic protagonist Christian Wolff was involved in, I felt a dynamic feeling of inspiration and determination flow within me. All my accomplishments happened because of perseverance and dedication, not autism. To this day, I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Additionally, I finished my final color guard season and meet with the National Honor Society. Also, I am capable of completing my daily chores without help, applying my own makeup, and performing yoga a bit smoothly. Not to mention that I am done with my high school credits early, take all college classes, drive by myself, occasionally practice French, Spanish, and Italian, and have been accepted into twelve universities. Due to my experiences and opportunities offered, I will attend Otterbein University. Of course, I will have to accept that I have autism, yet I will not make useless excuses for my disability. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society. By overcoming my obstacles and the need for more financial aid, I should win this scholarship.

If everyone were to learn how to budget and financially save, then they can improve their finances like my parents did. For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. My dad grew up poor while my mom did not exactly learn about personal finance before college. While they were trying to make ends meet, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. Over two decades later, my folks managed to pay most of their debts while raising two special-needs kids, but they still have thousands of dollars in student loans and a mortgage left to pay. They spent a majority of their income on debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were only some of the expenses my folks had to cover for us. My parents worked hard so we could have a Columbus Zoo membership, a Little Caesars cheese pizza as takeout once in a while, stop for lunch at a cheap restaurant after church, or occasionally go to Cosi. While I had a good childhood and am grateful to have opportunities happen, my family did not always have the best finances. My parents were able to climb out of their money situations because they learned to budget and financially plan. They have better incomes and we do not have numerous financial issues, but they still have college loans. Because I have autism, I risk having debt too. After learning about my parents’ experience with student loans, I do not desire to be saddled with debt. Other than my struggles with mental health, my parents and I have been attempting to save up for college. Throughout thirteen years of working hard in school, winning scholarships is one of my top goals. Taking the weight of paying for Otterbein University off my shoulders will mean a lot to me. I applied for hundreds of scholarships, took as many college classes as possible, spent less money, and financially planned my life and career ahead. If I keep up those habits, I could help educate people to do the same thing. If I win this scholarship, I would get closer to my dream career of becoming an accountant or actuary, and not be saddled with thousands of dollars in school loans like my parents. When I become one of those financial workers, I can work with credit unions to help improve the finances of companies and other people, because a credit union is a non-profit business, unlike banks and other financial institutions. Finally, if I win, I would also prove to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future failure.

One of the world's greatest issues is the lack of financially stability. For example, my folks worked to fight thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were trying to make ends meet, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. Over two decades later, my folks managed to pay most of their debts while raising two special-needs kids, but they still have thousands of dollars in student loans and a mortgage left to pay. They spent a majority of their income on debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were some of the expenses my folks had to cover for us. Today, they have better incomes and we do not have numerous financial issues, but they still have college loans. Unfortunately, because I have autism, I am at risk of having debt. According to the National Bureau of Economic Research, 25.9% of disabled people were living in poverty during 2019. Disabled people lacking financial resources will have an even greater risk of harming their mental stability through depression, stress, and anxiety. Other than my struggles with mental health, my parents and I have been attempting to save up for college. I applied for hundreds of scholarships, took as many college classes as possible, spent less money, and financially planned my life ahead. If I win this scholarship, I would get closer to my dream career of becoming an actuary, and not be saddled with thousands of dollars in school loans. When I become a financial worker, I can work with companies and other people, including the disabled, to improve finances.

After high school, I will attend Otterbein University’s honors college; double majoring in math and actuarial science, and intern as a bookkeeper. Also, I will persevere in school by attending tutoring, complete my assignments on time, and pay attention to each lecture. Using those intentions to reach my career and educational goals will help me reach the dean’s list, have a better chance of earning my required bachelor's, and become an actuary. As an autistic student, I excel in what I do. I am driven to earn the best grades, keep my body in shape, finish my chores one-by-one, and apply for scholarships here-and-there. Being in college credit plus, some courses are out of the way and I am learning to manage academics and time. Although I completed all my high school credits, my academic journey has not finished yet. While I have already lost at least fifthteen pounds, I still must keep active. Even though my family can also do chores, I have a dog to care for and adulthood to train for. While we are not broke, my parents still struggle with student loans and I am at risk because of autism. A successful life as an actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become a productive actuary. I see myself as an actuary working to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Helping people will be one of my greatest joys about my career. I would be a successful woman married to a wonderful man, live in a good neighborhood, and own at least one dog and one cat. With my sufficient actuary income, I could afford my needs and wants, yet to help reach this point, I must win this scholarship to pay for university.

For years, my folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were trying to make ends meet, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. Over two decades later, my parents were able to climb out of their money situations when learning to financially plan. They have better incomes and we do not have numerous financial issues, but they still have college loans. Because I have autism, I risk having debt too. After learning about my parents’ experience with student loans, I hope to leave an impact on the world by helping others learn to budget as a special needs girl. According to the National Bureau of Economic Research, 25.9% of disabled people were living in poverty during 2019. Disabled people lacking financial resources will have an even greater risk of harming their mental stability through depression, stress, and anxiety. Other than my struggles with mental health, my parents and I attempted to save for college. Throughout thirteen years of persevering in school, winning scholarships is one of my top goals. Taking the weight of paying for Otterbein University off my shoulders will mean a lot to me. I applied for hundreds of scholarships, took as numerous college classes, spent less money, and financially planned my life and career ahead. If I win this scholarship, I will get closer to my dream actuary career and not be saddled with thousands of dollars in school loans. When I become one of those accountants, I can work to help improve the finances of companies and other people. Finally, if I win, I would also prove to the world that disabled individuals can make a beneficial, financial impact.

Generations of my family have struggled with health issues. My dad, paternal uncle and paternal grandparents have gained dozens of pounds over the years. My maternal grandfather, (I consider him my papa), was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes around a decade ago. Even I had to get blood-tested twice for diabetes due to huge weight gains. When my maternal grandmother was in high school, she was diagnosed with grave’s disease, which is where hormones impact the thyroid gland, causing significant weight gain and loss. Her top issue was how much she enjoyed eating and did not bother to exercise. Nana’s diet consisted of fast food, especially sweets and sugary sodas. As far as I know, her mental health was sufficient, yet she did not have the mental control of watching her portions. Nana was in the hospital, and had gastritis surgery, removing her esophagus. Yet her condition was degenerating, then declared her dead, days before reaching sixty-six years old. Her grief was super conscience-stricken that she quit jogging marathons and was no longer concerned about her weight for years. This was years after, but in order to honor Nana, I must pay attention to my physical health, by not overeating, finding time to exercise and munching on fruits and vegetables almost everyday. Also, I would pay attention to my mental health by occasionally chatting with my family and friends, not letting my autism get the best of me, pay attention to my calorie count and meal size, and find a way to relax when my anxiety is at its highest level. All of those concepts are crucial to living the best, healthiest life. Now what would also help me to afford a healthy, long life is earning this scholarship.

My plans are to attend Otterbein University, a private four-year university costing $46,562, to double major in math and actuarial science for a bachelor’s degree. For me to reach my desired plans, I will work harder in university, intern as a bookkeeper, and use scholarships for school expenses. Luckily with math being my best subject, I should have the opportunity of being a successful financial worker. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear in my head. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year that I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teachers structured her course to be a casual conversation, intriguing me more than photography, my chosen major back then. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he played “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary or accountant captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping math. Actuary science calls my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. I should win this scholarship to get closer to my dream career of becoming an accountant or actuary. When I become one of those financial workers, not only will I help improve the finances of companies and other people, I could also prove to the world that being a disabled individual does not indicate a future lack of success. When taking a step to volunteer, I could inspire autistic people to do the same. Giving me the opportunity to be successful, especially financially, will allow me to help others do the same.

For me, keeping a growth mindset is moving forward with your tasks, then you can be successful, whether you have a disability or not. People often assume that special needs individuals do not have what it takes to run their own business or win an Olympic medal. Yet here is autistic Eddie Lin operating Ausome Balloon, a balloon art business he created, and Michael Phelps, who has ADHD, won numerous medals for the Olympics USA swim team. All because they kept a growth mindset of working hard without allowing any discouragements to stand in their way. As for my story, I too managed to have a growth mindset. At four years old, a physician diagnosed me with autism. He told my parents that I would struggle academically and socially, probably not be able to attend college or participate in any athletic activities, and never earn a driver’s license. I would probably never publish an essay or take any college placement tests. Years of fighting, money spending, and memory-making later, here I am, an honor-roll high school senior who is legally driving, involved in college credit plus, color guard, and National Honor Society, and got 1080 on the PreSAT, 22 on the ACT, and 1240 on the SAT. Not to mention that I completed all of my high school classes early, and am only taking classes through Columbus State. Because my growth mindset had me practice math equations, driving, and spinning flags, my autism does not interfere with my success. My growth mindset imagines me attending Otterbein University, becoming an actuary, and proving that a disability does not make anyone less than who they are. As long as I keep a growth mindset, then I will be successful, but for me to completely fulfill my goals, I must win this scholarship.

Having autism can make it challenging to have friends. The typical stereotype of an autistic person is Christian Wolff from “The Accountant” who is more affiliated with accounting work than hanging out with people. Otherwise, eighteen-year-old Sam from “Atypical”, who is better at thinking about penguins than understanding simple humor. As for me, friendship is everything. Companionship makes me beam with happiness while forgetting how different I am. Friendship is where a ton of the best memories form. Growing up, I would struggle with socializing very well. Yet I had, and still have, really good friends. Back in elementary school, Hannah invited me to her birthday and Halloween parties and we would laugh, having a wonderful time. Presently, Kira and Abby included me in their activities when I first joined the color guard, not to mention that I went out to a few restaurants with them. Maddy respects and loves me the way I am, even if I am a little bit quirky. Riya helps me out with upcoming events, properly french-braiding my hair, and shows patience towards me. Allie and I have a lot in common, such as our love for animals, being foodies, and going to the same middle school. Bryelle is kind and listens to what news I have to share. Shannon is honest and cares about me, no matter what. Along with multiple other friends and acquaintances, all of these girls adore and recognize me for who I am. If it were not for them, I would not be the successful individual I am today. Publishing this essay before Thanksgiving, I must say, with all of my heart, that I am thankful for each one of my friends and acquaintances. Without friendship, I would feel depressed and lonely, instead of loved and happy.

Just because I have autism does not mean I cannot take care of myself. My disability is never an excuse to have my mom prepare my lunch, a classmate complete my homework, or a friend style my hair all the time. People must learn to depend on themselves, no matter their weaknesses and flaws. Not to mention that self-care will improve both mental and physical health. Each morning, I wake up before noon and unload the dishwasher. As a Christian, I read a daily devotional and a minimum of one bible verse while munching on breakfast. As for hygiene, I brush and floss my teeth twice a day and shower every night. During my free time, I might either work on schoolwork, otherwise exercise. My workouts include ten minutes or so of yoga, one hour riding an indoor bike, or walking my dog for one or two laps around my neighborhood. When it comes to eating, breakfast consists of protein, such as a sausage link, scrambled egg, and a protein shake. As for lunch, it is laissez-faire, since I prepare my lunch. This also applies to dinner when my mom is not cooking. Either way, I check if one or both of these meals consists of a vegetable, especially a green one. My particular meals include a salad, quesadilla, sandwich, etc. For transportation, I drive myself to school or color guard rehearsal without needing to wait for my parents to take me. Having the ability to care for myself impacts my independence. It assures me that I do not always have to depend on people to carry out my tasks. Also, I have noticed how productive I feel instead of moaning about being lazy. Self-care helps me to depend on myself rather than focus on my flaws.

Over the years, I noticed a trend of citizens losing patience towards individuals battling with disorders. An irritated instructor might scold a deaf student for not appearing to be paying attention. Annoyed kids may scream at a child diagnosed with ADHD to shut up when he sings. Demanding customers might tap their feet and roll their eyes when someone with Down Syndrome tries ordering lunch. As a solution, patience must be taken into action. Unfortunately, America is more likely to expect perfection from someone than show tolerance. In my opinion, patience is a valuable virtue. At four years old, a physician diagnosed me with autism. With these special needs, I had several struggling moments, eventually frustrating at least one person. The issue is individuals who got agitated with me do not have a single understanding of my circumstances. I was judged for not listening, even though I did and my processing was slow. When I could not comprehend a joke, the response was yelling and snapping, "I don't know!". While I improved my socialization, these moments still hurt, since some people are more likely to get impatient towards the autistic. Encountering a patient attitude boosts my self-esteem, assuring me that I, like any human being, am not perfect. Now I will admit, patience is not always my strongest characteristic. On the other hand, impatience never leads to the needed destination. Not willing to wait for a cook having OCD to prepare a whole meal for five minutes may result in not eating in fifteen minutes. Refusing to stop behind a cross-walk just as a blind pedestrian crosses will take longer to arrive at work, once a police officer writes a ticket. In comparison, patience calms the mind, helping others to be understanding about unforeseen circumstances and people enduring struggles.

If I earned $1000, I would save it for college. I am enrolled in Otterbein University, which its total cost is $46,562. So far, I earned $31,130 in scholarships and $5,500 in loans, yet it is still not enough. With my parents fighting student loans for almost three decades, I am worried about falling into a similar situation. My folks worked to dig out of thousands of dollars worth of credit card debt, because they attended a private university in California and had to use those credit cards to pay back their loans. While they were trying to make ends meet, a physician diagnosed four-year-old me with autism. Over two decades later, my folks managed to pay most of their debts while raising two special-needs kids, but they still have thousands of dollars in student loans and a mortgage left to pay. They spent a majority of their income on debt and my brother and me. Food, clothing, water, medicare, speech and occupational therapies, electricity, and hygiene were only some of the expenses my folks had to cover for us. Currently, my parents are managing my grandparents' phone bills and fees for me to travel to France. Worse, because I have autism and Otterbein is a private school, I risk having debt too. After learning about my parents’ experience with student loans, I do not desire to be saddled with debt. If I were to win this $1000 scholarship, I will save it for me to attend my dream school.

After high school, I will attend Otterbein University’s honors college to earn my bachelors; double majoring in math and actuarial science, and become an actuary. For that to happen, I intend to intern as a bookkeeper, since I am currently working on my bookkeeping certification. Being in college credit plus, I am not obligated to attend university for over three years for a bachelor’s, which will get me closer to my dream career. Also, I will persevere in school by attending tutoring for challenging classes, complete my assignments on time, and pay attention to each lecture. Using those intentions to reach my career and educational goals will help me reach the dean’s list, and have a better chance of earning my required degree. My passion for my educational tasks is to help prove that being a woman, especially with a disability, should never prevent you from trying out a difficult field in college. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I knew basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. They even had me help my classmates, including the boys. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to watch me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, intriguing me more than I initially thought. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he showed me the movie “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff, an autistic accountant, encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping my brain with excellent math skills and reflecting on my dad mentioning that it would be significant for me, as a woman, to enter the mathematical field. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in As. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become a female actuary. Years from the present, I see myself as an actuary working to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Helping people, including girls feeling hopeless and disadvantaged, will be one of my greatest joys about my career. I would be a successful woman married to a wonderful man, live in a good neighborhood, and own at least one dog and one cat. With my sufficient actuary income, I could buy my needs, including disability insurance and feminine hygiene products. I would even afford my wants, such as donations to Autism Speaks and Women's charities and adorable clothing with numerical designs. Yet to help reach this point, I must win this scholarship to pay for university and prove to the world that a special needs female is not any less than a regular man.

After high school, I will attend Otterbein University’s honors college to earn my bachelors; double majoring in math and actuarial science, and become an actuary. For that to happen, I intend to intern as a bookkeeper, since I am currently working on my bookkeeping certification. Being in college credit plus, I am not obligated to attend university for over three years for a bachelor’s, which will get me closer to my dream career. Also, I will persevere in school by attending tutoring for challenging classes, complete my assignments on time, and pay attention to each lecture. Using those intentions to reach my career and educational goals will help me reach the dean’s list, and have a better chance of earning my required degree. Pursuing a STEM career would not only have me stand out as a disabled girl in math, but also influence the technology world. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I knew basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, intriguing me more than I initially thought. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he showed me the movie “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping my brain with excellent math skills. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in As. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary in the STEM field. I admit, not a lot of females go into technological majors. However, as I grew older, I began to learn more essential uses of tech. While technology is not my chosen major, it is essential for me to utilize it. Currently, I take all my college technology and business courses online. Once I become a bookkeeper, I am required to incorporate Excel and QuickBooks into my budgeting, along with accountants and actuaries. Our daily lives, especially at work and school, will need the use of devices. Years from the present, I see myself as an actuary working to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. Technology will be one of the contributing factors at my job, since it has been at school. I would be a successful woman married to a wonderful man, live in a good neighborhood, and own at least one dog and one cat. With my sufficient actuary income, I could afford my needs and wants, yet to help reach this point, I must win this scholarship to pay for university.

After high school, I will attend Otterbein University’s honors college to earn my bachelors, double majoring in math and actuarial science, and become an actuary. For that to happen, I intend to intern as a bookkeeper, since I am currently working on my bookkeeping certification. Being in college credit plus, I am not obligated to attend university for over three years for a bachelor’s, which will get me closer to my dream career. Also, I will persevere in school by attending tutoring for challenging classes, complete my assignments on time, and pay attention to each lecture. Using those intentions to reach my career and educational goals will help me reach the dean’s list, and have a better chance of earning my required degree. As an autistic student, I excel in mathematics. Before improving my socialization, order of operation equations would appear inside my mind. As a toddler, I knew basic geometry; one hilarious moment had me angry at my mother and trying to figure out words to scream, but all I could do was “swear” at her with shapes. In third-grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. My teachers were blown away that I was a human calculator. My fifth-grade teachers recruited me into MathCounts and I continued until sixth grade ended. A 100% on my A.I.R. mathematics test, without calculator-use, granted seventh-grade me to skip up to pre-algebra. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to becoming somewhat easy as pie. Today, my brain calculates quickly for money, time, or a random equation my grandpa wants to see me solve for fun. Arithmetic is no issue for me, but it was not until junior year I started appreciating mathematics. My precalculus teacher structured her course to be a casual conversation, intriguing me more than I initially thought. After my father convinced me to become an actuary, he showed me the movie “The Accountant”. While I do not desire entanglement in situations protagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary captivated me. I started thanking my past-self for equipping my brain with excellent math skills. Over time, most of my math classes resulted in A's. Although I completed all my high school math credits, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Actuary science calls my name; I am one hundred percent destined to become an actuary, and I refuse to let autism barricade in making my dreams come true. A decade from the present, I see myself as an actuary working to help provide financial stability to companies and other people in need. I would be married to a wonderful man, live in a good neighborhood, and own at least one dog and one cat. With my sufficient actuary income, I could afford my needs; such as disability insurance, and wants. My future will result from receiving my required bachelor's degree; possibly a master's. Yet to help reach my life goals, I must win this scholarship to pay for Otterbein University.

Ableism is one of the most afflicted issues some individuals are not adequately acknowledging. Just as an article discusses the accomplishment of young adults with down syndrome, children constantly bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in. While depression activists post on social media, “netizens” would film videos mocking citizens with Aspergers. Although supported veterans with amputated legs are honored, some humans ignore those in wheelchairs when they ask for assistance or say hello. Bullying special needs people is a big problem, and everyone needs to solve them with kindness. Society must include and respect people with mental illnesses to help them. All humans with any mental disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. I remember how being considered different feels, but my mental health improved because of kindness. Classmates bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I improved my socialization and communication, but being a special needs person is not simple beyond levels. What helped me become a better individual was the people who gave me compassion and included me. I am inspired to be kind because my friends allowed me to sit with them at a table, and my family gave me compliments about myself. I consider people who loved and cared about me contributors to mental health awareness because they included and respected me, even if I have autism. With kindness, mental health will not be as big of a problem.

Technology is more than just computers and tablets. The best definition for this term is the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry. This foundation of S.T.E.M. is essential for the workforce. I may be going into the accounting field, yet accountants require keeping track of finances using computers. Since I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork, pursuing information technology would be beneficial. Plus, I am majoring in accountancy or actuarial science; so learning technology would help me be more successful in my career. Practicing this scientific knowledge through the industry should consist of different people with different points of view. For example, a muscular martial artist may be helping a Star Wars geek build a droid. Otherwise, a flamboyant “Barbie” might design a marvelous race car with a dirt bike-riding tomboy. Having these contrasting points of view consists of diversity. Women should have opportunities to construct robots; African Americans must be allowed to work with algorithms; the disabled need to have a chance to learn about programming. After all, diversity in technology increases creative ideas. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, I am more than likely to have a numeric mindset compared with a man going into literature. Also, my creativity and imagination can be a lot more powerful than someone’s analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite of some sort must learn how to integrate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, our world would be pedestrian. No one would comprehend if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand one’s thoughts about their society and world. When incorporating variousness through technology, more doors would open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve tech-based projects. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detailed-oriented and using minutiae reasoning. While these people struggle with social interaction, regular humans can work with them to help with socialization and communication, while the autistic can bring out their knowledge. This concept will work like two peas in a pod. When working with technology, I picture my career as productive and inspiring. I would assess financial risks and suggest solutions using a computer and my phone, but I would also inspire women and special needs people to be affluent. Regular individuals would learn that disabled people are not always unsuccessful and begin including underestimated groups. So I pursued information technology; I would represent an autistic female going into a S.T.E.M. career that most women would not major in. See, certain people with contrasting ideas must participate in technology. Three electrical engineers cannot agree upon everything when creating a fitness app. Programmers should work with various cultures to help code instructions in different languages. Architects might have to incorporate their coworkers’ interests that they do not have. When we add diversity to technology, we would not only generate a variety of ideas and techniques; but we would also include distinct groups. You need me in technology; I need this scholarship to go to college and help pursue my career.

Once a physician had diagnosed four-year-old me with an autism spectrum disorder, my parents were shocked and devastated. For three days, my anxious mother sobbed about how her special needs daughter would struggle in life while questioning what solution there would be. Finally, her emotions shifted from despair to determination. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my mother and father to urge my motivation. At first, I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself, forcing my mom to read to me. Trying out for clubs and sports were not my style. My parents battled to encourage me to attempt new hobbies and foods, but breaking free of my comfort zone was my least favorite task. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, pizza, and burritos. Every night, I never slept without obnoxious music playing on an old radio, no matter how many times my dad tried to stop me. Immature habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too young for my level, and throwing temper tantrums, went on for ages. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from a childish, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete her homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. A spark of wanting to become a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in 5th grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Attending writing classes at the Thurber House evermore helped stimulate desires in publishing novels, nor did joining Power of the Pen. Unfortunately, my writing dream faded. One day in eighth grade, my algebra teacher brought up the new college credit plus program. Nonetheless, I wanted to decline at first. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those three words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although a ton of my friends are younger, I used to, for whatever reason, feel awkward being the eldest in a group, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded up for not continuing to challenge myself. I finally started appreciating my strong school talents and joined this academic program. By my junior year of high school, I finally began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. My love for math sprouted my interest in the STEAM field. My accomplishments happened not because of autism but because of my persistence to positively impact the world. I do not want to be known as the autistic girl but the well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than years ago. Additionally, I succeeded in my high school color guard team and joined the National Honor Society. Not to mention that I drive myself, am done with my high school courses early, and learning a bit of Italian. Mutually, I sometimes practiced French; before taking French one; and Spanish on Duolingo sometimes. While I must accept being autistic, I will not make excuses indicating my diagnosis. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American, wanting to use her gifts to help prove that the autistic have talent.

Social justice has been the center of attention for the last quinquennial (five years) or so. Blacks, Asians, Latinos, and Native Americans took the lead for acceptance. The Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transqueer Queer Intersex Asexual community has advocated for respect. Women’s Rights even established their activities as a voice supporting inclusion. Homeless and Low-income folks experiencing poverty continue their desire for necessities and empathy. As for people with Attention deficit hyper disorder (ADHD), Aspergers, Down syndrome, and Autism Spectrum Disorder, I only heard a few inspiring stories about the disabled making their mark. The news would narrate anecdotes concerning minorities, females, the LGBTQIA community, and the poor a ton more than the disabled. On the other hand, ableism is one of the world’s most afflicted issues that are not adequately acknowledged. A positive impact on the world that I want to make is to show that the disabled can benefit our society. Just as an article discusses the accomplishment of young adults with down syndrome, children constantly bully kids with ADHD for their inability to fit in with society. While activists post on social media about depression awareness, “netizens” (citizens of the net) would film videos mocking citizens with Aspergers. Although amputated veterans are honored with support, some individuals ignore humans in wheelchairs when they only ask for assistance or say hello. As for my story, I can relate to the challenge of being considered weird. When I was four years old, a physician diagnosed me with autism. He told my parents that I would struggle academically and socially, not attend college or participate in any athletic activities, and never earn a driver’s license. I may be forbidden to publish a single essay or take any college placement tests. Years of fighting and memory-making later, here I am, an honor-roll high school senior who legally drives and is involved in college credit plus, color guard, and National Honor Society. Also, I scored 1080 on the PreSAT, a 22 on the ACT, and 1240 on the SAT. Since I finished my high school classes early, I currently take all college classes. Accomplishing these achievements may seem like I live a perfect life, and I am grateful to have developed talent for this to happen, yet I still remember how it feels to be different. Classmates have bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults even accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I admit I have improved my socialization and communication; still, my diagnosis with autism is not facile beyond levels. All human beings with any form of disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. I believe every disabled individual should be considered a valued member of society. As an autistic adolescent, I want my positive impact on the world to prove that special needs people benefit our community.

I may have autism, but I will not let my disability intrude with my hopefulness. As an optimist, I tend to be happy a lot. I am lucky to have a roof over my head with delicious food and necessary resources. I have multiple talents, such as honor roll, creativity, performing for a color guard, and showing compassion. Yet what makes me the most hopeful are my family and friends. I recall having enjoyable family vacations, such as Universal Studios, Oklahoma City, Nashville, and Galveston. My relatives and I would take pictures and talk to one another. During the holidays, my parents, brother, and I would spend time with each other, like opening presents or seeing a movie. If I had to find a similarity in all my loved ones, they love and compliment me. Best of all, they refused to give up on me after my diagnosis. I am provided a better future because of my relatives, and I cannot thank them enough. My family cares about me, just like my friends do. Growing up, I had and still have great friends. Usually, we would have a lot in common and treat each other respectfully. Some of them invited me to their parties and activities. Others would have a simple conversation with me. Also, I traveled with a few friends to places like Washington D.C., Disneyworld, and Lucas Oil Stadium. One thing in common with all my friends is we had good memories together, and they love and respect me for who I am. They believe in the risks I can take and make me look forward to the next moment. Because of my family and friends, I would not be the successful individual I am today. Without them, I would not have learned to be happy, hopeful, and courageous. Additionally, I would also be hoping to win this scholarship.

When I graduate from high school, I hold big plans for my future. I plan on attending a four-year university, such as Ohio State or Miami of Oxford, Ohio. My major will be accounting or actuarial science. As for my minor, I choose subjects within the financial field, such as math, economics, or statistics. Once I graduate from college, I will work as an actuary or accountant. These may be laborious goals to reach, yet I work hard to achieve my dreams. Since I am currently in the college credit plus program, I am taking several financial courses to prepare me for more advanced accounting courses. Now that I have completed my high school credits, I only have to worry about college credits. Not to mention that some of the classes I take this year will earn me a bookkeeping certificate. That way, I could work as a part-time bookkeeper in university to pay off my student loans. When I, as a bookkeeper, graduate from university, I may earn an accounting job to work as an accountant or actuary for my career. When I get my future career, I can help other people and make a good living. My income would pay bills for a lovely house, car, food, dog, cat, electricity, and utilities. If there is excess money left, I may use it for entertainment and philanthropy. I value my future enough to work hard in school and prepare myself for adult life. To also help me reach my future career goals, I need to win this scholarship to help me pay for college.

Being selfless is one of my favorite tasks. Since I have autism, helping people and spreading kindness proves that the disabled are not a waste of space. Knowing that I am different, I can put my flaws aside and show my goodness to people. While I must care for myself, being a support system for others is vital to me too. One of my favorite ways of being selfless is to spend my time showing compassion. I do not see myself being a teacher, yet I am more than happy taking the time to help anyone with math work or flag tricks. Instead of not interacting or patronizing someone's mistakes, politely helping out people assures me that I am multitalented, handy, and clever. While some people prefer to keep their belongings, I do not mind sharing or giving my friends stuff. When I used to go to my high school campus for class, I was alright with my classmates borrowing pencils and taking pieces of paper. I have even driven several miles to give some coupons to a good friend of mine; and banana bread to a couple of others. I might not get a batch of brownies in return, but I am glad to be generous to my loved ones. The best reward I would get from my compassion is a smile with a thank you. I cannot help but grin in satisfaction from that response. As a result, this makes being selfless in a friendly way a bit fun. Because I enjoy being selfless, winning this scholarship will help me get closer to an actuarial science career to help people. That way, I would have an easier time using my selflessness to help people.

I may have autism, but I will not let my disability intrude with my happiness. As an optimist, I tend to show gratitude a lot. I am lucky to have a roof over my head with delicious food and necessary resources. I have multiple talents, such as honor roll, creativity, performing for a color guard, and showing compassion. Yet what makes me the most grateful are fun memories with family and friends. I recall having enjoyable family vacations, such as Universal Studios, Oklahoma City, Nashville, and Galveston. My relatives and I would take pictures and talk to one another. During the holidays, my parents, brother, and I would spend time with each other, like opening presents or seeing a movie. If I had to find a similarity in all my loved ones, they love and compliment me. Best of all, they refused to give up on me after my diagnosis. My family cares about me, just like my friends do. After all, they raised me to show gratitude. Growing up, I had and still have great friends. Usually, we would have a lot in common and treat each other respectfully. Some of them invited me to their parties and activities. Others would have a simple conversation with me. Also, I traveled with a few friends to places like Washington D.C., Disneyworld, and Lucas Oil Stadium. One thing in common with all my friends is we had good memories together, and they love and respect me for who I am. They are the reason I am grateful for wonderful social life experiences. Because of my memories with my loved ones, I would not be the successful individual I am today. Without them, I would not have learned to show gratitude. Additionally, I would also be grateful if I win this scholarship.

The color guard takes astronomical skills. Having pointed toes, straight postures, pretty free arms, toothy grins, counting, catching every toss, and more are essential for a graceful performance. The outdoor color guard has enough challenges with weather and sweating, yet the winter guard; (indoor color guard) can press buttons. Winter guard involves way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. Either way, both forms of color guard need persistence for success. It was hard for me to get accepted into varsity winter guard because I have autism and anxiety, making it harder to learn fast -- freshman me struggled. As for my sophomore year, my skills improved yet were still mediocre. I sobbed when my coach told me I was not ready for varsity winter guard. Luckily, she let me practice during the varsity rehearsals. Even though I had to be given tips for my tosses and technique because of bad habits, I persisted. My priority was to practice for numerous hours to get into varsity winter guard. Over time, I made my flag tosses look easy, and my spinning appeared immaculate. By my junior year of marching band, the coaches barely had to correct me. I felt like I impressed the older members. Still, my inner perfectionist forced me to work harder. By the second audition for winter guard, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My coach called my name then told me that I deserved to be in varsity winter guard. I was overjoyed when she said I grew so much. My persistence paid off. To this day, I am exceptionally wonderful with spinning flags. At the same time, I use my experiences to help newer members and encourage them never to give up. Because I persist, I should win this scholarship.

When a physician said I would never take accelerated classes, get a license, or attend college, my parents were devastated. Mom sobbed for three days about how her newly diagnosed autistic four-year-old would struggle in life while questioning what solutions would help. Finally, my parents’ emotions shifted from despair to determination, and they decided to motivate me. My parents spent years urging my motivation, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading by myself, trying out for clubs and sports were not my style, and I never slept without obnoxious music playing on an old radio each night. I only preferred eating chicken nuggets, pizza, and burritos. Watching useless television and movies, reading too basic books, and throwing tantrums, went on. Even though I managed to have a good childhood, I struggled with delayed milestones. By early adolescence, my mind asked; Why am I doing this? Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from a picky-eater not wanting to complete homework; to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute schoolwork. My socialization needed improvement, but I began befriending multiple people. Suddenly, a spark of becoming a writer ignited. Yet my problem was not feeling ready to push limits. Even after winning an Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion never changed about leaving my comfort zone. Attending writing classes at the Thurber House nevermore helped stimulate hobbies in publishing novels. Albeit, joining Power of the Pen provided self-motivation to write random stories. Unfortunately, my writing dream faded. One day, my math teacher mentioned the new college credit plus program. Nonetheless, I initially declined. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words, skip a grade, lit my eighth-grader eyes. Although most of my friends are younger than me, I used to feel awkward being the eldest, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings would spread if I challenged myself. I had to make a change. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Leading up to my junior year of high school, I finally began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. All my accomplishments happened not because of resilience, not autism. To this day, I prefer not to be known as the girl with autism; but a well-accomplished young lady. While a bit of quirkiness is within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends more easily than before. Additionally, I succeed in my high school color guard and the National Honor Society. Not to mention that I drive by myself, done with taking high school classes, and sometimes practice French and Spanish. My achievements are the steps I have taken to make up for the lost time of not making goals. I will have to accept being autistic, yet I will not make excuses because of my diagnosis. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American citizen. The resilience I currently have formed me into the person I am today. Now I will be a little more prepared for the future; by having fewer college courses to register for and knowing how to do chores and cook. If I win this scholarship, it will help me pay for university, contribute to my family’s perseverance in helping me be successful, and give me more resilience to achieve my goals.

When a physician diagnosed me with autism, my parents were shocked and devastated. After three sorrowing days, my parents decided to start motivating me. At first, I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading medium-level books or trying different foods. Participating in activities or sleeping without obnoxious music was not my style. By early adolescence, I shaped my act, started trying new foods, and worked harder in school. Soon, a spark of becoming a writer ignited. The problem was feeling unconfident to push my limits. Even after winning an essay scholarship, my fear about leaving my comfort zone remained. Attending writing classes at the Thurber House and joining Power of the Pen never stimulated desires in publishing novels. Unfortunately, my writing dream faded. One day, my eighth-grade algebra teacher recommended college credit plus. Before I could decline, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier, which lit my eyes. Although many of my friends are younger, I used to feel awkward being the eldest, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings would stay folded until I challenged myself. I started appreciating my academic talents and joined this program. By my high school junior year, I began enjoying mathematics. My major in actuarial science began. My accomplishments happened not because of autism but because of perseverance and dedication. I succeed in my high school’s color guard and the National Honor Society. Not to mention that I drive myself and sometimes practice French and Spanish. Now, I must accept being autistic, yet no excuses will indicate my diagnosis. Today, I do not want to be known as the autistic girl; but the well-accomplished young lady. Instead, I will portray myself as a distinct, multitalented American.

I may have autism, but I will not let my disability intrude with my happiness. As an optimist, I tend to feel fulfilled a lot. I am lucky to have a roof over my head with delicious food and necessary resources. I have multiple talents, such as honor roll, creativity, performing for a color guard, and showing compassion. Yet what fuels my life are fun memories with family and friends. I recall having enjoyable family vacations, such as Universal Studios, Oklahoma City, Nashville, and Galveston. My relatives and I would take pictures and talk to one another. During the holidays, my parents, brother, and I would spend time with each other, like opening presents or seeing a movie. If I had to find a similarity in all my loved ones, they love and compliment me. Best of all, they refused to give up on me after my diagnosis. My family cares about me, just like my friends do. Growing up, I had and still have great friends. Usually, we would have a lot in common and treat each other respectfully. Some of them invited me to their parties and activities. Others would have a simple conversation with me. Also, I traveled with a few friends to places like Washington D.C., Disneyworld, and Lucas Oil Stadium. One thing in common with all my friends is we had good memories together, and they love and respect me for who I am. Because of my memories with my family and friends, I would not be the successful individual I am today. Without them, I would not have learned to fuel my life with happiness. Additionally, I would also be happy if I win this scholarship.

When I graduate from high school, I hold big plans for my future. I plan on attending a four-year university, such as Ohio State or Miami of Oxford, Ohio. My major will be accounting or actuarial science. As for my minor, I choose subjects within the financial field, such as math, economics, or statistics. Once I graduate from college, I will work as an actuary or accountant. These may be laborious goals to reach, yet I work hard to achieve my dreams. Since I am currently in the college credit plus program, I am taking several financial courses to prepare me for more advanced accounting courses. Not to mention that some of the classes I take this year will earn me a bookkeeping certificate. That way, I could work as a part-time bookkeeper in university to pay off my student loans. When I, as a bookkeeper, graduate from university, I may earn an Accounting job to work as an accountant or actuary for my career. When I get my future career, I can help other people and make a good living. To also help me reach my future career goals, I need to win this scholarship to help me pay for college.

As an autistic individual, I hope to impact the autistic community and support those discriminated against by their differences. Just as an article discusses the accomplishment of young adults with down syndrome, students constantly bully children with A.D.H.D. for their inability to fit in with society. While activists post on social media about depression awareness, “netizens” (citizens of the net) would film videos mocking citizens with Aspergers. Although veterans with amputation are honored with support, some humans ignore citizens in wheelchairs when they only ask for assistance or say hello. These representations break my heart, and I plan to treat disabled and regular people equally. My family, teachers, and friends helped form me into the individual I am currently. So I plan on spreading the same kindness they did for me. Today, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone I interact with, such as asking how they are or smiling at them. I give effort in simply doing the right thing by saying please and thank you, following policies, and writing cards. Also, I am willing to understand different viewpoints without taking sides. As a response, these people usually feel special and included. All human beings with any form of disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. Not to mention that they should be honored with appreciation and loved the way they are. As a special needs adolescent, I whole-heartedly believe that everybody, disabled or not, must be included not only for society but for diversity. Due to my experiences, I qualify for the Bold Equality Scholarship as an autistic girl.

To keep my grades high, I usually make time to study. Since I am currently taking all college classes, I spend my days writing down notes, watching videos, and memorizing content. Due to my autism, I take my education very seriously. I will admit, keeping grades up in college is time-consuming. It takes hours for me to get schoolwork done. For those struggling to manage time in school, here is a recommended plan for you. Before a class officially begins, I find out about its curriculum. Watch a YouTube video about the units or ask someone who has taken that course before. Otherwise, learn about the content before registering to take a class. For example, I learned French on Duolingo before taking French I. As a result, I earned an A-plus in that class, getting through assignments in a snap of the fingers. Also, practice with some of the methods tactilely. My parents got me to practice math so much that I skipped a grade in that subject. Today, I can easily calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, and square roots in my mind. I only use a calculator to check my work or for extreme calculations. Keep practicing hard in subjects; such as biology, precalculus, and chemistry, then there should be a beneficial impact on those grades. Another tip, take a break from school. Sometimes it will be harder to concentrate without stopping your work or trying too hard. When I needed to generate ideas for essays, I would ride a bike or watch a video for ideas to pop up. It is okay to finish reading your textbook and lie down for a little bit. All these strategies will help stabilize your mind and keep those grades up. It reduces stress levels and helps you become even more successful.

Legendary Albert Einstein exclaimed, “Creativity is intelligence having fun!”. It is one of my best traits and inspires me to want to have fun. Since I have autism, it boosts me to be creative. More importantly, I apply creativity in my life for problem-solving. Einstein always said, “We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.” Throughout our lives, there will always be various problems to encounter. Creativity is the correct rhythm for composing a beautiful song, designing an upscale outfit at prom instead of purchasing an extravagant gown, and the best blueprint belonging to a brand new grocery store needed in town. Solutions are brought to life by none other than this resourcefulness of ideas. One example of incorporating creativity was when I had to write a case study for a college class. It took days for me to come up with my own prompt. After weeks of writing and revising, I earned one hundred percent on my case study about issues in a chocolate factory. If I did not use creativity, I would not have received that A plus. I find creativity as a crucial, versatile characteristic. Many of my accomplishments happened because of my ability to be creative. Since I included creativity in my essay, I should win this scholarship.

Day after day, I go to my bucket list and makeup what I would like to do. My bucket list includes outdoor skydiving, skiing in Alaska, water skiing, jet skiing, and so much more. I am lucky for multiple opportunities that other peers did not have. I traveled around forty states, including D.C., went indoor skydiving, rode on a couple of ferries, did ax-throwing, and ziplined from many yards away. At the same time, I have heard of people who flew to London, went white river rafting, or surfed on the ocean. Life is too short, so everyone should live it by taking chances and having fun experiences. Even if some bucket lists are expensive, no one has to doubt about those opportunities happening. Perhaps it will take work and time for special moments, like going to Tokyo, to occur. So what you can do is make several small goals for your bucket list to happen. So why not make a list of goals for that to happen; instead of moping about never reaching your desired bucket list. All of my achievements would have never happened without making small goals. For example, I had a huge bucket list in getting accepted into a varsity winter guard (indoor color guard) team. So I had to make several goals of completing advanced tosses and mastering the show choreography. Because of those goals, I made it into the team. Your bucket lists can happen over time. So instead of complaining that you cannot afford kayaking, make several goals to save money, practice boat-rowing with or without a boat, and pay attention to kayaking tutorials. It is time to live it up and make your dreams come true. Also, another bucket list of mine is to win this scholarship for university.

Being a leader is more than just directing people on what to do. Leadership involves listening, compassion, helpfulness, and loyalty. I may have autism and anxiety, yet those disabilities do not prevent me from providing leadership qualities. I am not in charge of any group, yet I do my best to be around and show virtues. I could not help but blush when a few individuals told me that I could be a good teacher. While I do not see myself becoming an instructor, I am happy enough to help people and provide suggestions, as a leader does. When I still arrived at my high school, I appeared ready. Just as students walk by me in sweatpants and hoodies, I put together a cute outfit each day. Do not get me wrong; I wear comfy clothes. At the same time, if I dress casually at home, why not dress a little nice when I have all this pretty clothing. Now I admit, my peers think I am a teacher just because I might wear flats or jeggings while acting older than a high schooler. At the same time, I try to make a good impression that I am ready to work on what I need to. Instead of yelling at loud classmates to shut up, I usually spent my time typing essays, checking my email, and taking notes. Even though I do not direct other students on what to do, I show leadership by obeying the teachers' directions. Leadership does not always involve instructing people what their tasks are. Sometimes it is about following other people's instructions with character, not pride. I may not return to my high school campus for classes anymore, but I could still provide my leadership skills anywhere in society. Whether at color guard practice, church, or a movie theater, I do my best to follow instructions. Individuals see me practicing show choreography, answering bible questions, or silently watching a movie with my phone turned off. Being a leader can be about what you as a human being do. I may not be a part of a leadership squad, yet I give the effort to help out those in charge. I would bring extra school supplies or make-up, help pack equipment and push props, or quickly respond to a text and email. Even the simple, small things could be a big help for a leader to give. After I officially graduate from high school, I will apply my leadership skills through college by arriving at class on time, recording relevant notes, submitting my assignments before or on the due date, not vandalizing someone's property, or refusing to drink underage. Once I am completely out of university, I will incorporate my leadership characteristics by finding important information, communicating with coworkers and clients, and following laws and work policies. I do not have to be a boss to do so. Everyone has a chance to become a leader, even if they are not in charge. Instructing everybody else what to do is not the only way of leading. Being a leader can be prepared with extra supplies, following policies, helping others with huge tasks, communicating conveniently, and collaborating. Those qualities give anybody a chance to show leadership. What would also prove that I can show leadership is winning this scholarship.

Growing up, I dreamed of a healthy environment. Nature intrigued me for years. I smile at blue skies, green grass, and cute animals. I frown when someone carelessly tosses plastic bottles on the ground. The Earth provided every organism a natural home; the fact that some people throw napkins on the sidewalk instead of simply disposing of trash is absurd. To appreciate nature, I choose to learn how to conserve. During my high school junior year, my last science credit was a dual enrollment environmental science class. Above all my science courses, this was the best one I took. Every intriguing unit taught me that conservation is more than protecting wildlife and collecting litter. This topic includes preserving leftovers, driving less, or keeping hand-me-downs rather than constantly buying new clothing. Since passing environmental science with an A, I could take that knowledge to help companies save money on nature. My chosen major is actuarial science or accounting. However, I can use future mathematical degrees to work as an actuary or accountant for environmental companies. I can assess financial risks over cleaning a river or caring for wildlife in need. My journal entries would consist of sales revenue and expenses for planting trees. Assets might include land, cash, and equipment for building greenhouses. Also, liabilities and equity will be services, like zoos and recycling centers. If I can improve an environmental company's finances, the chances of a healthier environment will increase. Nature matters to me a lot. With autism, I imagined that the future would have a perfect green environment. This idea may not be realistic, yet I hope to help nature. There are crops to grow, garbage to collect, wildlife to protect, flowers to water, and trees to plant. The Earth depends on us to provide better nature restoration.

To me, joy is a three-letter word I value. As an optimistic, I do my best to stay joyful. Acting joyful helps me to forget about my autism and anxiety. Instead of constantly reminding myself that I am mentally disabled, I would be grateful for what I receive and smile at what the world offers. With joy, it entertains me rather than unhappily focusing on hardships. While some people always complain about life, I seek joy in many ways. My joy comes from simple pleasures, the fun memories I make, and the achievements I complete. My simple pleasures put me in a good mood. That includes sipping on tasty frappuccinos or sweets, meeting up with a friend, or petting a cute animal I encounter. Sometimes, they might even form memories. Otherwise, my delightful memories are traveling, riding a roller coaster, seeing a great movie, especially nostalgia from my childhood, or spending time with my loved ones. Also, my enjoyable memories can be my accomplishments. Reaching my goals raises my self-esteem. My achievements include earning 1240 on the SAT, getting accepted into at least ten colleges, getting my driver's license, and passing all my college classes with As and Bs. All of these moments help boost my emotional health with joy, reducing my risk of depression and stress. Without them, I would not be the cheerful individual I am. There would be no joy to seek out if not for my simple pleasures, fun memories, and achievements. If I were to win this scholarship, it would bring me joy to pay for college.

Throughout my entire life, fantastic people have surrounded me. One similarity they all have is they adore and accept me for who I am. It did not matter to them if I had autism; my friends, family, acquaintances, and teachers cared about me for me. In return, I continue to show love by being friendly and caring for them. Occasionally, I find a way to communicate with my loved ones by texting or chatting in person. I am more than willing to smile at them and keep a conversation they start going. Usually, I do not give attitude or make rude comments. Instead, I am okay with doing them favors. Also, I am considering finding gifts to contribute to them someday. These people are in my heart, so they deserve love from me. I will admit, it can be difficult to show love. For some autistic people, it may seem like they do not care about someone through lack of eye contact or sounding curt while talking. In reality, there is always someone they adore. As for me, I love people and do my best to act as I do. To make my friends, family, acquaintances, and teachers feel loved, I would be kind to and communicative with them. When I win this scholarship, I will show them this scholarship to acknowledge them for being great people in my life. I might even use the money for their benefit.

Being helpful is one of my favorite tasks. Since I have autism, helping people proves that the disabled are not a waste of space. Knowing that I am different, I can put my flaws aside and show my goodness to people. One of my favorite ways of helping individuals is to give them constructive tips on tasks. I do not see myself being a teacher, yet I am more than happy to help anyone with math work or flag tricks. Politely helping out people assures me that I am multitalented, handy, and clever. The best reward I would get is a smile with a thank you. I cannot help but grin in satisfaction from that response. As a result, this makes being helpful in a friendly way a bit fun. Instead of not interacting or patronizing someone's mistakes, helping them with constructive tips can give adequate socialization. After helping somebody, they start to know me as a friendly, intelligent individual. Best of all, I forget that I am mentally disabled, feeling like a normal, civilized human being. Like I mentioned before, my favorite method of helping others is to provide them with constructive tips. Now I am not asking for much, but because I enjoy helping people, winning this scholarship will help me go to college.

Not everyone has the power of self-motivation. I, on the other hand, learned to motivate myself. Even though I have autism, my experiences from my sophomore year and the pandemic boosted my motivation. Today, the fact that I decide to work harder motivates me. During my sophomore year of high school, I felt stressed almost all the time. A majority of my classes were accelerated; several of them were college-level. My dual enrollment chemistry class was especially the catalyst of my worries. Other than school, there were personal problems I struggled handling. I practiced spinning color guard equipment for hours. That way, I could have a chance of getting accepted into the varsity winter guard. Also, preparing for my driver's test gave me shivers, coming to the point where I failed one road test and three maneuverability ones. Occasionally, I felt like I let my anxiety and other flaws get the best of me and a few of my friendships. There was a point where I felt like I was letting people down, feeling mad at the world. When covid hit, I was disappointed for a ton of people. Yet, one effective moment this pandemic provided me was that I should not go back to eighth grade when I felt depressed for months. While many people chose to whine in cabin fever, I decided to start riding my bike nearly every day for a while. As time went by, I passed all of my classes, then my driver's test. Soon it got to the point when I did not feel like I caused any bad blood and was spinning with the varsity winter guard. The best lesson I learned from this long school year was feeling woes on me does not do any good, yet motivation helps you grow.

For the people who do not know me, my name is Amber. My story is I was diagnosed with autism at a young age, but that does not stop me. My grades are still A's and B's. The tosses I throw and catch for my school's color guard are splendid. I can draw pictures very well. My driving is usually smooth. Best of all, I have relatives, teachers, and friends who care about me. Having autism does not intrude on my talents. I am grateful that I work hard in everything I do and have spectacular opportunities. My name is Amber, and I deserve this scholarship.

One characteristic that I find valuable about myself is being unbiased. Between fifth and seventh grade, I took opinions based on my parents, especially my dad's, thinking. Then in eighth grade, I developed beliefs based on a typical middle schooler's. By high school, I realized that I could decide what I believed. During my early puberty years, I was kind of indecisive. I still have a bit of that trait, but now I know myself very well. Part of my issue was my disability, autism. This mental disorder caused me to struggle with socialization and communication. Sometimes I had a hard time advocating for myself and explaining my disagreeing opinions. In middle school, being biased took a toll on my reputation. Now that I am older and learned my lesson, I noticed that I earn a lot more respect. People do not believe that I am biased and understand my opinions more based on my thoughts, not what anyone else thought. I tolerate someone disagreeing with my beliefs, yet I am happy when they respect my opinions. Of course, I consider other individuals' comments, yet I decide what I think about certain situations. I might either agree, disagree or hold a neutral opinion.

If I left a legacy behind, I would want it to be inspiring. As an autistic individual, I want the world to know that having a disability does not indicate failure. At first, going strong was not my top priority or concern. I preferred watching television or movies and eating cheese pizza or chicken nuggets. My parents would have to fight me to read by myself and try my homework. Then in fifth grade, I decided to make a change. I began taking my school work very seriously and wanted to make wise choices. Not to mention that I won a scholarship that school year. When I officially started junior high, I went up a grade in math. By high school, I mostly took accelerated courses and several dual enrollment classes without the need for an intervention specialist. Also, I blend in with other color guard members while performing and feel active my the first time in my life. Over the years, my socialization improved, so the people I interacted with would have no idea about my disability. Seeing that I will graduate high school and attend college, I want to prepare for adulthood. Since I am majoring in actuary science, I desire a legacy of helping people. If I win this scholarship, I can go to school and begin my destiny.

My sentence for the world is to "never allow your flaws and differences to make you any less." Every day, I have to remind myself to accept that I have autism. However, my disability will not bring me down. Rather than making autism an excuse, I choose to work hard in school, my color guard team, and my chores. As a result, I earned the honor roll, spin for the varsity color guard team, and my tasks usually get done in less than fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, I notice that many disabled people choose not to give effort to the challenges they encounter. They struggle and get frustrated easily, just like I used to. While some goals can be too hard to complete in a matter of time, it breaks my heart when someone's dreams never come true. People enduring those situations tend to have both low self-esteem and self-worth. It took years for my parents to convince me that I am more than an autistic girl. Eventually, I learned that I would complete my goals if I gave effort. Everyone must learn how to get by their flaws or differences as obstacles blocking success. They must accept themselves for who they are and never give up. So my message for the whole world is to value yourself and keep persevering through hardships.

I may have autism, but I will not let my disability intrude with my happiness. As an optimist, I tend to be happy a lot. I am lucky to have a roof over my head with delicious food and necessary resources. I have multiple talents, such as honor roll, creativity, performing for a color guard, and showing compassion. Yet what makes me the happiest are fun memories with family and friends. I recall having enjoyable family vacations, such as Universal Studios, Oklahoma City, Nashville, and Galveston. My relatives and I would take pictures and talk to one another. During the holidays, my parents, brother, and I would spend time with each other, like opening presents or seeing a movie. If I had to find a similarity in all my loved ones, they love and compliment me. Best of all, they refused to give up on me after my diagnosis. My family cares about me, just like my friends do. Growing up, I had and still have great friends. Usually, we would have a lot in common and treat each other respectfully. Some of them invited me to their parties and activities. Others would have a simple conversation with me. Also, I traveled with a few friends to places like Washington D.C., Disneyworld, and Lucas Oil Stadium. One thing in common with all my friends is we had good memories together, and they love and respect me for who I am. Because of my memories with my family and friends, I would not be the successful individual I am today. Without them, I would not have learned to be happy. Additionally, I would also be happy if I win this scholarship.

Going to an art museum, I cannot help but gaze at each masterpiece. However, I have not seen my favorite piece of art in a single museum yet. I do not know the artist or the title of the painting, yet this kid project is a dedication to autism awareness. As a child, I struggled with autism. It was difficult for me to socialize, communicate and focus. I was lucky to have family, friends, and teachers who supported me, yet there were people I knew who were more than likely unaware of my disability. I am not usually comfortable sharing that I have autism, but there are plenty of ableist individuals in the community. On the other hand, my favorite painting can benefit the autism community and help people realize autism awareness. While several organizations support the autistic, I do not see art spreading autism awareness very often. Usually, there is photography for racial justice, paintings contributing to low-income families, or sculptures dedication feminism, yet I do not see much art fighting ableism. Luckily, my favorite piece of art is an act of support for the disabled community. Because I intend to help disabled people like me, I deserve to win this scholarship.

Due to my busy schedule, I do not read very often. However, one of my favorite books is "Michael Vey: The Prisoner of Cell 25". Reading my favorite book series, I can relate to the protagonist. Both of us have been bullied for our differences and desired to date our crushes. He may have Tourettes Syndrome while I have autism, yet I find his character a hero. Unlike a normal human being, Michael can shock anything with electricity. Later, an organization kidnapped his mother, so he needed to use his abilities to fight his enemies. With his friends, he goes on a journey to save his mom and discovers teenagers with powers similar to Michael's. In reality, no one has superpowers as Michael Vey did. However, the books mentioned that his Tourettes Syndrome connects with his electric powers. As a connection to the protagonist, I claim that my gift to calculate math problems in my mind fast is associated with my autism. After reading "Michael Vey: The Prisoner of Cell 25", I learned that a disabled individual's disability could be an asset to their talents if they allowed their disability to be a stepping stone.

If I had to choose, my best skill would be math. My brain is like a calculator. Instead of simply using a calculator, I let my mind do the work. When I need to show my calculations, I write them on paper as fast as possible. For years, my numeric talent earned me As and Bs in mathematics. In school, my autism contributed to my academics. It gave me the ability to process calculations faster than most of my peers. Because of my gift, I moved up to accelerated math classes. I completed all my math credits, yet I am not guaranteed a mathematician license. Right now, my math skills have been improving by increasing the numbers I use for adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing. Additionally, I have been squaring and finding the square roots of higher numbers. Also, I have been taking accounting courses, such as bookkeeping, payroll, and financial accounting. With these improvements, I reach closer to my dream career of being an actuary. My best skill helps me manage time and keep track of finances. If math is not my best skill, I would not be where I am. Since my best talent is beneficial, I deserve to win this scholarship.

Like any sport, the color guard takes astronomical skills. Having pointed toes, straight postures, pretty free arms, toothy grins, counting, catching every toss, and more are essential for a graceful performance. Outdoor color guard has enough challenges with weather and sweating, yet indoor color guard, called winter guard, can press buttons. Winter guard involves way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. Either way, both forms of color guard need perseverance for success. It was hard for me to get accepted into varsity winter guard because I have autism and anxiety issues, making it harder to learn fast -- freshman me struggled. As for my sophomore year, I improved my skills yet was still mediocre. I sobbed when my coach told me I was not ready for varsity winter guard. Luckily, she let me practice during the varsity rehearsals. Even though I had to be given tips for my tosses and technique because of bad habits, I refused to give up. My priority was to practice for numerous hours to get into varsity winter guard. Over time, I made my flag tosses look easy, and my spinning appeared immaculate. By my junior year of marching band, the coaches barely had to correct me. I felt like I impressed older members. Still, my inner perfectionist forced me to work harder. By the second audition for winter guard, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My coach called my name, then told me that I deserved to be in varsity winter guard. I was overjoyed when she said I grew so much. My perseverance paid off. To this day, I am exceptionally wonderful with spinning flags. At the same time, I use my experiences to help newer members and encourage them never to give up. Because I persevere, I should win this scholarship.

Creating a legacy would mean a lot to me. Since I was diagnosed with autism, I have been considered disadvantaged and different. Unfortunately, people with circumstances similar to mine are known as hated laughing stock rather than a hero. Only a few disabled people, like Temple Gradin, Billie Eilish, Bethany Hamilton, and Tom Holland, made their mark. If I had a legacy, it would be a huge deal on my part and for the disabled community. My upbringing did everything to motivate me. At first, I was too stubborn to cooperate. While my parents encouraged me to try new activities and foods, I remained a picky eater who would not participate. Reading books at a medium level by myself or playing outside was not necessarily my thing. I preferred watching useless television and movies. It was not until fifth grade when I realized that I had to shape up. Suddenly, I quit wasting time on cartoons, easy-level books, and playing with certain toys. Finally, I began to try more foods other than cheese pizza and spaghetti. Best of all, I started taking my assignments seriously. Back to legacy, my upbringing got me to write an essay for a scholarship contest. Again, I wanted to decline, but my parents wanted me out of my comfort zone. Months later, they discovered that I was one of four winners. My family rejoiced, my teachers supported me, and my classmates began to respect and adore me. Since my big moment or winning a five hundred dollar scholarship, I felt way more appreciated and successful. Still, I have a long way to go to be considered a true legacy. Because of my upbringing and realization, I want to continue a cycle of success. Knowing my abilities and autism, I am determined to prove that my disability has no damage to my gifts. By doing so, I will continue to keep my grades up for the honor roll, perform gracefully for my school's color guard, motivate myself to complete chores, and take care of myself. For a New Year's resolution, I have several goals. My goals for 2022 are getting a job at Chick-fil-A, learning French, Spanish, and Italian more often, making more time to work out and sleep, and visiting several colleges I am deciding on. All of my goals will help me raise my chances of developing a legacy. In addition, my other New Year resolution would resolve to win this scholarship to go to college.

I consider myself a part of an underestimated group because I have autism. My disability has caused me to struggle with communication, socialization, and focusing, yet I began to show interest in learning about certain subjects, such as economics and zoology. It took years to appreciate my education, allowing me to join the college credit plus program. With my priority to pass my studies, my likelihood of getting a good job might be high. Graduating high school and showing wiser behavior would consider me professional enough to keep a job. Knowing that I must work harder to live an essential life, I care about my skills and relationships. Not only do I desire a successful lifestyle, but I would also like a healthy environment. To help the Earth, I want to achieve conservation. With my autism, I imagine that the future will have a green environment without littering. This idea may not be very realistic, yet I hope to help Earth. I do not consider my disability to pursue any career, yet there are a few weaknesses I admit to having. If I had to earn a conservation degree, I must be skilled at science, such as biology and chemistry. Even though I got a five on the biology AIR test, my biology class grade was a B. As for chemistry, it was super challenging for me. My grades went from a C in the first semester to a B in the second semester. If I were to take both AP biology and chemistry, my grades would more than likely be lower than before. Going back to biology, biologists must be experts on animals, reptiles, and bugs. While I love mammals and tolerate reptiles, I am not fond of bugs. I am alright with butterflies and ladybugs, but spiders, beetles, and centipedes disgust and scare me. Due to my entomophobia and arachnophobia, I doubt being ethical enough to major in conservation. My chosen major happens to be actuarial science or accounting. However, I can use my future mathematical degrees to work as an actuary or accountant for environmental companies. Science may not be my favorite subject, Environmental studies have intrigued me for as long as I can remember. I smile when seeing a blue sky with green grass. I frown when someone carelessly tosses a plastic water bottle on the ground. The Earth provided every organism a natural home; the fact that some people dare to throw napkins on the beautiful grass instead of simply disposing of the garbage is absurd. To show my love for the environment, I choose to preserve conservation and learn how to. During my junior year of high school, my last science course was a dual enrollment class in environmental science. Above all of my science credits, this was the best science class I ever took. Every unit discussed intrigued me, and I learned that conservation is more than just protecting wildlife and collecting litter. This topic can include preserving food, keeping hand-me-downs rather than buying new clothing every year, or driving less. Since I passed environmental science with an A, I could take what I learned and help companies save money on conservation. If I continue my actuarial science studies, I can assess financial risks over building a greenhouse or caring for wildlife in need. My journal entries will consist of sales revenue and expenses, such as planting trees. Assets might include land, cash, and equipment for keeping the environment green. Also, liabilities and equity will be services, like educating people about the environment and recycling old items into something useful. If I can improve an environmental company's finances, the chances of a better environment will increase. Although, there will always be extreme issues coming our way. Cyclones blowing trashcans away or floods washing fresh crops out are unpreventable. On the contrary, we can do more for the environment. There are crops to grow, trash to collect, wildlife to protect, flowers to water, and trees to plant. Our environment depends on you to care for the Earth. That way, we will provide better nature restoration; live in a better world.

As an autistic individual, I hope to impact the autistic community and the world. With the support from my middle-class family, I continue to hold high hopes for my future by going to a four-year university, majoring in actuarial science. Unlike some of my peers, I took five free college courses this semester. My future is valuable to me; that way, I can live the best life possible. When I was four years old, I was diagnosed with autism. Instead of casting me away, my family chose to raise, protect and teach me. As a result, I grew up as an honor roll National Honor Society student and a color guard member. Instead of my parents driving me, I usually take myself to school. To this day, I refuse to allow my disability to prevent me from trying new activities or meeting unknown people. Today, I continue to provide all of my best virtues to everyone who interacts with me. While I have my quirks here and there, I still give effort in simply making the right choices by saying Thank you, following policies, and writing cards. Generally speaking, since I have been spreading my kindness and hard work, I receive numerous citizens' respect and admiration. With all of my achievements, I plan to leave a mark of passion on the world by proving that disabled people can be successful.

I am not a typical volunteer, yet my acts of service are more than just picking up litter. They connect with my perseverance, kindness, and care. As a National Honor Society member, I participate in meetings by giving suggestions when working as a team player. I also help color guard members with flag tricks and tosses. When it comes to family and friends, I pour out all of my love and support to them. My acts of service may be different, but my circumstances are too. At a young age, I was diagnosed with autism. My social skills needed a lot of improvement at first, but now I have made many friends. Due to my compassion, I earned respect for my service to treat people respectfully. While I do not have time to volunteer at a food pantry or wherever I commit my time to get the best grades for schools, perform for my color guard shows, worship at a church, and help out for NHS. Also, I plan on getting a job to help my country's unemployment rates and raise money for college. Now my next act of service is to earn this scholarship for school.

Listening is essential. It is the key to good communication and engagement. As a friend to both the disabled and non-disabled, I usually give them my attention. Now I may have autism, making it hard to have a long attention span, yet I will not allow my disability to be an obstacle to paying attention. When I was younger, it was hard to determine whether I was listening or not. Eye contact was my main weakness. Ironically, I would get the correct answer. Today, I do my best to look at the individual speaking. If I could not hear the speaker, I might ask them to repeat themselves. When it comes to being given directions, I am more than likely to follow them. At first, I thought listening was similar to hearing. Then when taking Speech I in high school, I learned that listening has more to do with engaging and understanding. While a passive listener lets the speaker do all of the talking, an active listener usually gives suggestions and asks questions. I agree with this concept, yet I am not as strict about it as some people. I recall that some people, kids, and adults, assumed I did not listen because I learn slowly. Because of autism, I can have a hard time learning fast. To their surprise, I usually do good with their instructions. Still, these accusations are moments I will have to let go. Even though having a disability can be hard paying attention to instructions, listening is always crucial. For future advice, do not panic if you get directions wrong. There will always be moments when pouring the wrong amount of sugar in cake batter or taping a poster on the incorrect wall. Remember that nobody is perfect, and you learned from your mistake.

I am passionate about being an advocate of the autistic. Since I know how it feels to be treated differently only because of a disability, I hope to prove that autistic people can do anything if they set their minds on it. At a young age, a physician diagnosed me with autism. He told my parents that because of my disability, I might not do well in regular or accelerated classes, go to college, or drive a car. Cooking a meal, drawing pictures, or typing this essay would be forbidden for an autistic person like me. Yet after years of struggling to cooperate, now I can cook a family meal, draw a proportionate picture, and compose a creative essay. Not to mention that I have a driver's license, in college credit plus program, and an honor roll student in both of my college and high school classes. I even got accepted into ten universities. All of my achievements were my passion proving to society that autistic people can succeed. Currently, my dream is about standing up for the autistic. Also, I am passionate about going to college, so I need this scholarship for my funds.

As an optimistic individual, I tend to adore simple pleasures. Drinking iced coffee, receiving a kind message, seeing a friend are just some of my simple pleasures. One similarity about my simple pleasures is they usually make my day. Since I have autism, my emotions can get strong and are hard to control. So my happy vibes from attending a fun party or winning an award can last for many hours. Anyway, simple pleasures make me happy. My simple pleasures usually have fantastic memories made. For instance, I still remember having a ball on Black Friday shopping with my cousin. Walking around Easton mall to shop at Bath and Body Works and American Eagle, then eat Graeter's Ice Cream, was fun. Not to mention that it was a fantastic opportunity to hang out with my cousin. That memory was one of those moments that helped me focus on entertainment than life's hardships. Since life can be busy, simple pleasures help comfort me. They not only help me forget about worldwide troubles, but I am too busy enjoying myself rather than thinking about how ableist some people are. My simple pleasures, such as seeing cute animals, riding roller coasters, or watching Marvel flicks, make me happy enough to enjoy the pleasures of life, not dwelling over hardships. For advice, if stress happens to be on the mind right on, listen to some good music, text a loved one, and drink a delicious milkshake. After all, simple pleasures can turn a frown upside down.

Living a long, healthy life takes multiple steps. Eating a balanced diet, exercising at least twenty minutes each day, and sleeping eight to nine hours per night keep your body physically healthy. Physical health is beneficial, but having good mental health is also advantageous. Good mental health includes having an optimistic mindset and making wiser decisions. I was four years old when I was diagnosed with autism. Along with my anxiety and seasonal depression, I must care for my mental health. I recall my eighth-grade self allowing my mental health to get the best of me, causing me to make unwise choices and become depressed. It took a while for me to stop feeling blue all of the time. Since then, I started opening up to people. Other than my mental health, my physical health used to be mediocre. When I was in fifth or sixth grade, I was atrociously famished, so I began to eat a lot, yet my height only grew about one or two inches. Over the years, I gained dozens of pounds. By my sophomore year of high school, I lost quite a bit of weight; because I spun a lot for color guard and lowered my calorie intake. I know that to live a long, healthy life, pay attention to physical and mental health. I do so by not overeating, finding time to exercise, and munching on fruits and vegetables almost every day. Also, I occasionally chat with my family and friends, meditate to clear my mind, and find a perfect time to go outside. As a result, I am a clever average-sized girl without depression who looks forward to a long, healthy life.

Growing up, I hated getting out of my comfort zone. I allowed autism to get in the way of trying new things. It took years for my mother and father to urge my motivation. Yet, I refused to cooperate. My problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. The thought of joining accelerated classes without an intervention specialist scared me. One day, the new college credit plus program began. At first, I wanted to decline. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those three words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although a ton of my friends are younger, yet I used to, for whatever reason, feel awkward being the eldest in a group, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings stay folded up for not challenging myself nor giving accelerated courses a chance. I finally started appreciating my strong talents and skills in school and joined this academic program. As a result, I still was an honor roll student and learned to depend on myself. Leading up to my junior year of high school, I finally began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in accounting or actuarial science. To this day, I have no regrets about joining college credit plus. It turns out that I do not always need an intervention specialist. If I chose to stay in regular education courses, I would not have been challenged enough for adulthood. I would not have become the independent individual I am today. Today, I am ready to graduate and take on college.

Last year, my dad registered me for Dave Ramsey's finance course. Unlike any typical class, this online Foundations class was engaging. There were videos full of intriguing stories and funny comparisons to watch. No teacher was around to scold you, nor were there due dates. There was enough ethos to take each piece of advice by heart. One of my favorite tips was finance is 20% head knowledge and 80% behavior. What Mr. Ramsey meant by his advice was learning about financing is easy, yet developing good saving habits are harder to build. As for me, I can relate to the difficulty of breaking a bad habit. Because I have autism, giving proper eye contact was a struggle. Sometimes, my tone would sound curt, even though I was not trying to act standoffish. It took me until eighth grade for my eye contact to be poor. To this day, I usually try to look at someone in the eye and speak in the right tone. Going back to financing, I usually save my money. Although, it might be difficult to save cash when I want to buy a Starbucks frappuccino. Yet, the more I keep saving money, the more I will have invested in my account. If I were to do so, I could have enough money for all my needs and wants. I never met Dave Ramsey, but someday, I want to thank him for his advice. Because of him, my parents improved their finances, getting out of a lot of debt. Because of his tip, I can fully develop a habit of saving money.

Being a member of a color guard is difficult. You must have good body quality, such as pointing your toes, keeping a straight posture, watching your free arm, and more. Counting is required, same with catching every single toss. Most importantly, it is better to smile with teeth. Compared to any sport, the color guard takes a lot of skill. For that reason, it was hard for me to get accepted into varsity winter guard. Winter guard is an indoor color guard, involving way more tricks than an outdoor color guard. I had to practice for numerous hours to get into varsity winter guard. My issue with the color guard is I have autism and anxiety issues. Therefore, it can make it harder for me to learn fast. Anyway, that was how I struggled during my freshman year. As for my sophomore year, I managed to improve my skills, yet I was still mediocre. I remember sobbing when my coach told me that I was not ready for varsity winter guard. Luckily, she allowed me to come during the varsity rehearsals for practice. Even though I had to be given tips for my tosses and technique because of bad habits, I refused to give up. Over time, I made my flag tosses look easy, and my spinning appeared as immaculate as possible. By my junior year of marching band, the coaches barely had to correct me. I felt like I impressed the older members. By the second audition for winter guard, I finally got accepted to the varsity team. I was overjoyed when my coach said I grew so much. To this day, I am exceptionally wonderful with spinning a flag. Now I am currently not a section leader. At the same time, I use my experiences to help newer members. Looking back on my experiences, I do not want anyone else to go through what I did. Part of being a color guard member is not just being good at performing; but also helping others with it. To make the newbies stay longer, I help them with tricks while keeping a positive attitude. As a result, they look up to me as a leader. A couple of members mentioned that I would make a great color guard coach. While I doubt whether I will be a color guard coach or not, I was flattered by that comment. Right now, I am on my last season of varsity winter guard. While my coach has not chosen me for leadership, I try to have the characteristics of a leader. I do so by remembering my past and encouraging other members never to give up.

Technology's best definition is the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry. This foundation of S.T.E.M. is essential for the workforce. I may be going into the accounting field, yet accountants must keep track of financial information using computers. Technology is currently not my chosen minor, yet, I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork. Anyway, practicing this scientific knowledge through the industry should have new incorporations over time. One upcoming consumer technology trend I look forward to is digital twins. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, my creativity and imagination can be powerful. Either way, someone else's description of an item or system I never saw before can be hard to imagine. With digital twins, they would display a model as an example for that item or process. For instance, if a star wars nerd were struggling to explain what a UT-60D is to a first-grader, he could use a digital twin to show that ship to the child. Other than showing models, the workforce might need digital twins as presentations for a new product. Say that Apple wants to give a different design for their new iPhone. The designer could make descriptions all he wants; several people still struggle to process those descriptions in mind. If a drawing would not be a colorful 3D replica, then a digital twin would be. Otherwise, an actuary explaining financial risks to clients would not be simple to understand. Yet digital twins showing financial risks watching the process would be easier to imagine. Once I enter the workforce as an actuary, I might use digital twins to help explain financial processes. Everyone needs digital twins in technology; I need this college scholarship to take accounting classes. With the $500, I could spend it on college classes and digital twins. That way, I will be a successful actuary in the future.

Generosity is one of my best virtues. I am more than likely to give someone one dollar than spend fifty cents on a cookie. Plus, getting a thankful vibe with a warm smile is way more worth giving than earning an award for a homemade pie. Knowing that I did the right thing makes me smile. Giving to someone assures me that as an autistic individual, I can do good actions. Growing up, a ton of people have contributed a lot to me. My parents spent hundreds of dollars each year for my brother and me to make memories on vacation. My teachers educated me so I could learn the most beneficial knowledge. My friends contributed their time to help me and hang out with me. I am blessed to have all of these opportunities and people in my life. But as for other individuals with autism, not so much. So I have learned to be grateful for what I have. Also, this has inspired me to give to others. Because of all the support my loved ones gave, I feel the need to give back to underprivileged people. To show my generosity, I would donate some money to a charity, share my food with those sitting around me, or lend some of my friends a belonging. I receive a smile and a "thank you" as a response. I cannot help but grin in satisfaction since it feels good to do the right thing.

My goals for my future would be to graduate college, work as an actuary, and own a dog and a cat. Once I complete most of them, I can use my goals to empower inspiration. My biggest dream is to inspire those with autism to work hard and help anyone. My motto would be if an autistic teenage girl can win a scholarship, earn A's and B's or take care of a pet, then anyone with or without autism can. Some people assume that those with mental illness cannot succeed in life. In reality, that is not the case. If I were to win this scholarship, the $550 would benefit the classes I need to spend and take for my career aspirations. I dream of working as a traveling actuary who helps with people's finances. Once I start on my dream job after paying the scholarship money, I will have an advantage to earning a high income and proving to the world that being different will not indicate a lack of success. Also, I may spend some of my earned money on a dog and cat that needs a loving home, besides living in a shelter. So if I were to win this scholarship, I would empower the minds of autistic people and regular individuals. Therefore, this award will show that I represent a fantastic future of a well-paying job, taking care of a dog and cat, and graduating college with honors.

Financial freedom would mean a lot to me. It is the key to affording to pay for needed treatment or having the opportunity to travel to your dream trip to Paris. Best of all, there would be no debt. Student loans, mortgages, car loans, and credit card debt would not be in the way. With financial freedom, I could use this excess money to donate to funds for autism awareness. I might invest in therapy appointments for my autism and anxiety issues. Financial freedom would not only help pay for my top college but benefit my health. Before my birth, my parents returned from their honeymoon to come across thousands of dollars in credit card debt. A contractor betrayed them, so they stayed with my maternal grandparents. My dad was out of work and desperately had to find another job. It took several days for my parents to find a cheap apartment in their home in California. All they had was each other and their black dog, Flobie. Around five years later, the poor couple had to move to Ohio to be with my paternal grandparents. My parents were still too poor to have an opportunity to go to any concerts, yet my mom kept her teaching job at a different school while my dad found a job at a warehouse. Life seemed to be improving until September eleventh hit, costing my dad his job, along with my grandpa's construction company for churches. The following year, my grandpa got a call offering him a position in California. While my grandparents moved to chase their destiny, my parents were stuck in Ohio, too poor to move anywhere else. Another year later, I was born. As a typical baby, my parents needed to buy me diapers, baby blankets, clothes, a crib, a stroller, and baby food. Yet it was not until I was four that raising me got pricey. They took me to a physician, who diagnosed me with autism. Wanting me to succeed, my parents decided to find the best services. They had to pay for occupational and speech therapy. While they worked for hours, they had daycare become my babysitter. For years, my parents spent money for my brother and me. Doctor appointments, movies, trips to the zoo and Cosi, groceries, happy meals, and more. To this day, they still need to finish paying their student loans and mortgage, yet my parents sacrificed their finances for my brother and me. However, they would have been in a better position if they had a financial freedom. Knowing my parents' story, I know that I must achieve financial freedom in the future. To do so, I must persevere and work hard in school, especially in college. I will also save my earned money without overspending and get a good-paying job. My parents did everything to provide for my needs while improving our finances. So I must honor them by saving money, succeeding in college, and working at a job. That way, I can earn financial freedom for my needs and wants.

I may have autism, yet I am an ally to the disabled. Knowing how it feels to be an underrepresented group, I usually try to include everyone in each activity I do. My special needs friend Abigail is in this group. She constantly struggles with everyday tasks, such as schoolwork, remembering, and finding personal belongings. Even though there are people who bully and disrespect her, she remains kind all the time. I cannot help but pity how society considers her an outcast only because of her disability. Unfortunately, she is not the only one. American society has continued to discriminate against the disabled for their flaws. Just as an article discusses the accomplishment of young adults with down syndrome, people constantly tease children with A.D.H.D. for their inability to fit in with society. While activists post on social media about depression awareness, “netizens” (citizens of the net) would film videos mocking citizens with Aspergers. Although veterans with amputated arms are honored with support, some citizens ignore humans in wheelchairs when they only ask for assistance or say hello. I can relate to the challenge of being considered weird. Those who did not understand my autism have mocked me and talked behind my back. Classmates have bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off-topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults even accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I will admit, I have improved my socialization and communication, still being an autistic person is not a picnic beyond levels. To my luck, I have good friends who respect, love, and support me, such as Abigail. When Abigail and I were in second grade, we met with the same intervention specialist together. Since we have first met each other, Abigail and I have started interacting with each other. Soon enough, we became good friends. We both have a lot in common, such as wearing flamboyant outfits, being Christians, and loving food. Not to mention that we both go to the same high school together. Other than our similarities, our companionship is good chemistry. When showing my companionship to Abigail, I usually listen to her when she talks, watch the videos she sends to me, give her my best advice and occasionally help her with her tasks. That includes giving her directions, providing options, and encouraging her. Abigail is one of the people special to me and makes me smile. Without her, I would not feel like the kind individual I am.

Educational inequality is an issue everyone needs to stand for. Without education, the world would struggle with proper survival. Nobody would make accomplishments without knowing how to. Our needs will not be met through knowledge over taking care of ourselves. Society may fall apart without knowing why. The power of knowledge helps everybody get through the most challenging problems. This includes paying costly loans, fixing a leak, or healing from the flu. Going to college or not, education is vital for human wellbeing. As a matter of fact, education has benefitted me in the long run. I was four when I was diagnosed with autism. The physician told my parents that I would struggle to learn, so college is not right for me. Years later, I am an honor roll student taking dual enrollment classes. I am lucky to be provided the education I require for my best future. Unfortunately for some other people, that is not the case. Some citizens cannot afford to go to college and work a low-income job instead of their dream career. Otherwise, some individuals do not have the confidence to push themselves and educate their own minds. Our world cannot continue to keep educational inequality thriving. Every human being should stand for deserving a chance to learn the knowledge they need for survival.

A‌ ‌majority‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌I‌ ‌talked‌ ‌to‌ ‌complained‌ ‌about‌ ‌how‌ ‌the‌ ‌virus‌ ‌took‌ ‌away‌ ‌opportunities‌.‌ ‌Now‌ ‌I‌ ‌do‌ ‌agree,‌ ‌I encountered ‌a‌ ‌ton‌ ‌of‌ pandemic ‌limits‌. At‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌time,‌ ‌I‌ ‌found‌ multiple benefits ‌during‌ ‌2020‌ ‌spring‌ ‌quarantine.‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ Before‌ ‌the‌ ‌day‌ ‌America‌ ‌went‌ ‌fully‌ ‌online,‌ ‌my‌ ‌sophomore‌ ‌year‌ ‌of‌ ‌high‌ ‌school‌ ‌gave‌ ‌me‌ ‌a‌ ‌bunch‌ ‌of‌ ‌overwhelming‌ ‌stress‌. ‌I‌ ‌did‌ ‌not‌ ‌handle‌ stress ‌very‌ ‌well,‌ due‌ ‌to‌ ‌my‌ ‌autism‌ ‌and‌ ‌anxiety‌ ‌issues.‌ ‌Then‌ ‌the‌ ‌"break"‌ ‌provided‌ ‌me‌ ‌time‌ ‌to‌ ‌meditate‌ ‌and‌ ‌reflect‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌actions.‌ ‌Receiving‌ ‌more‌ ‌rest‌ ‌helped‌ ‌me‌ ‌to‌ ‌relax‌ ‌and‌ ‌finish‌ ‌schoolwork‌ ‌more‌ ‌efficiently.‌ ‌Not‌ ‌to‌ ‌mention‌ ‌that‌ ‌I‌ ‌had‌ ‌time‌ ‌to‌ ‌practice‌ ‌French‌ ‌and‌ ‌watch‌ ‌telev‌ision ‌and‌ ‌movies.‌ ‌ ‌ Additionally,‌ ‌while‌ ‌some‌ ‌Americans‌ ‌moaned‌ ‌about‌ ‌cabin‌ ‌fever,‌ ‌I‌ ‌found‌ ‌time‌ ‌to‌ ‌go‌ ‌outside‌ ‌by‌ ‌practicing‌ ‌color‌ ‌guard‌ ‌tricks‌ ‌and‌ ‌riding‌ ‌my‌ ‌bike.‌ ‌Most‌ ‌importantly,‌ ‌I‌ ‌eventually‌ ‌began ‌exercise‌ ‌more,‌ ‌raising‌ ‌my‌ ‌self-esteem.‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ See,‌ ‌just‌ ‌because‌ ‌someone‌ ‌is‌ ‌quarantined‌ ‌or‌ ‌having‌ ‌to‌ ‌go‌ ‌virtual‌ ‌does‌ ‌not‌ ‌indicate‌ ‌a‌ ‌loss‌ ‌of‌ ‌motivation‌ ‌when‌ ‌there‌ ‌are‌ ‌a‌ ‌ton‌ ‌of‌ ‌tasks‌ ‌that‌ ‌can‌ ‌be‌ ‌done‌ ‌at‌ ‌home.‌

“She might not take accelerated classes.” “Amber is never getting a license.” “She will never attend college.” A physician's quote diagnosing me devastated my parents. Mom sobbed for three days about how her autistic four-year-old was going to struggle in life while questioning what solutions would help. Finally, my parents’ emotions shifted from despair to determination. They decided to start working on motivating me; so I dedicate this scholarship to them. My parents spent years urging my motivation, but I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading by myself; trying out for clubs and sports were not my style. Whilst my parents encouraged me in attempting new hobbies and foods, breaking free of my comfort zone was my least favorite task. I only preferred eating chicken nuggets, pizza, and burritos. Every night, I never slept without obnoxious music playing on an old radio. Watching useless television and movies, reading too basic books, and throwing tantrums, went on. By early adolescence, my mind asked, “Why am I doing this?”. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from a little, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete homework, to a young teenager willing to clean her plate and execute schoolwork. My socialization needed improvement, but I began befriending multiple people. A spark of becoming a writer ignited, yet my problem was not feeling ready to push limits. Even after winning an Agriculture Essay Scholarship in fifth grade, my opinion never changed about leaving my comfort zone. Attending writing classes at the Thurber House nevermore helped stimulate hobbies in publishing novels. Albeit, joining Power of the Pen provided self-motivation to write random stories. Unfortunately, my writing dream faded. One day, the new college credit plus program was brought about. Nonetheless, I initially declined. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those words “skip a grade” lit my eighth-grader eyes. Although most of my friends are younger, I used to feel awkward being the eldest in a group, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings will spread if I challenge myself. I had to make a change. I finally started appreciating my strong academic talents and joined this college program. Leading up to my junior year of high school, I finally began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in actuarial science. All my accomplishments happened not because of autism, but because of perseverance and dedication. To this day, I prefer not to be known as the “girl with autism”, but a “well-accomplished young lady”. While a bit of quirkiness is within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends much more easily than before. Additionally, I succeed in my school’s color guard team instead of not competing in any sports, and join the National Honor Society rather than not participating in clubs. Not to mention that I drive myself to school, take my brother to band practice and occasionally drive some of my friends around. Occasionally, I practice French and Spanish. My achievements were the steps I have taken so far for me to make up for the lost time of not making goals. Now, I am aware of having to accept being autistic, yet no excuses will be made indicating my diagnosis. Instead, I will be portrayed as a distinct, multitalented American citizen. If I win this scholarship, it will help me pay for college, as a contribution to my family’s perseverance in helping me be successful, and give me a second chance to achieve my goals.

Environmental studies have intrigued me for as long as I can remember. I smile when seeing a blue sky with green grass. I frown when someone carelessly tosses a plastic water bottle on the ground. The Earth provided every organism a natural home; the fact that some people dare to throw napkins on the beautiful grass instead of simply disposing of the garbage is absurd. Since it is the environment's job to protect our well-being for our survival, it should be our job as human beings to preserve the lovely Earth. Once we continue preserving our home planet, our environment will keep providing us that home, our necessities; oxygen. Without the Earth's environment, there will be no grown food, clean water, and fresh air for any human being. One of our most important necessities is natural foods. Fresh fruits, vegetables, and grains provide us with the energy and nutrients we require for survival. The United States is lucky to have these resources available, yet littering is a huge problem there. Other countries, on the other hand, struggle with vegetation and environmental issues. In my global foods class, I have been learning about world hunger. Right now, my group and I are working on a project researching food shortages in India. Of course, one of the top three causes happens to be environmental disasters, which include acidic rain, flooding, smoggy air. Yet, one of the main contributors happens to be citizens not taking responsibility for keeping their homes clean. They either bathe in ponds, drive automobiles producing black smoke or dump sewage in any area. Unfortunately, India is not the only country struggling with hunger and poor environments. Madagascar is well known for producing vanilla and cocoa beans to other countries, yet global warming and climate risks adversely impact hunger. In 2018, Kenya experienced a series of droughts leading up to at least one million starving people. Ruanda was affected by five centuries of famine due to extreme weather effects. Even though many countries have manufactured products from China, this Asian country’s government has no concern with helping to contribute to improvements in water scarcity, air pollution, and citizens’ health. Sri Lanka’s deforestation eliminated plantations and agricultural lands. Our world is in deep trouble, and we need to fix it. Although, there will always be extreme weather coming our way. Earthquakes, floods, cyclones, tsunamis, and tornados are unpreventable. On the contrary, we can do more for the environment. There are crops to grow, trash to collect, wildlife to protect, flowers to water, and trees to plant. Our environment depends on us to care for its livihood. That way, we will provide better food from healthy vegetation; live in a better world.

Technology is more than just computers and tablets. The best definition for this term is the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry. This foundation of S.T.E.M. is extremely essential for the workforce. I may be going into the accounting field, yet accountants are required to keep a track of finances by using computers. Technology is currently not my chosen minor, however, I need to learn how to operate a laptop when doing schoolwork. Anyway, practicing this scientific knowledge through the industry should consist of different people with different points of view. For example, a muscular martial artist may be helping a Star Wars geek build a droid. Otherwise, a flamboyant “Barbie” might design a marvelous race car with a dirt bike-riding tomboy. Having these contrasting points of view consists of diversity. Women should have opportunities to construct robots; African Americans must be permitted to work with algorithms; the disabled need to have a chance to learn about programming. After all, diversity in technology increases creative ideas. As an autistic girl majoring in math-related subjects, I am more than likely to have a numeric mindset compared with a man going into literature. Also, my creativity and imagination can be a lot more powerful than someone’s analytical logic. Either way, I and my opposite of some sort must learn how to respectfully collaborate. Plus, if everyone had a hundred percent similar viewpoints, then our world would be pedestrian. No one would truly learn if everyone had the same knowledge. The point of diversity is to expand one’s thoughts about their society and world. When incorporating that practice through technology, there would be more doors to open for numerous opportunities. So listening to underrepresented voices, such as autism, would help improve tech-based projects. We individuals on the autism spectrum have the advantage of being detailed-oriented and using minutiae reasoning. While these particular people struggle with social interaction, regular humans can work with them to help with socialization and communication, while the autistic can bring out their knowledge. This concept will work like two peas in a pod. See, certain people with contrasting ideas must participate in technology. Three electrical engineers cannot agree upon everything when creating a fitness app. Programmers should work with those in various cultures to help code instructions in different languages. Architects might have to incorporate their coworkers’ interests that they do not have. Diversifying technology not only generates a variety of ideas but also increases the inclusion of distinct groups. You need me in technology; I need this scholarship to go to school.

Women represent 49.6% of the entire world population. That makes an estimated quantity of 3,905 million females. 3,904,727,342 women who can empower themselves to become assets. Even though men over number them by a ratio of 101.68:100, higher amounts do not always indicate greater abilities. Studies show that between the two genders, females donate more funds and to a wider variety of causes. For leadership, women do more in promoting diversity, equity, and inclusion efforts more than males at the same level. When it comes to investing, ladies are twice as likely as gentlemen to say how it is important for their companies to incorporate environmental, social, governance (ESG) policies while investing. Without females, around half of the world’s accomplishments and legacies would not have been completed. Earth would be a planet filled with only one gender, along with less creativity and diversity. Now to take feminism to another level, I believe that special needs females should play a huge part. Society needs to acknowledge the heroism of disabled women. Most of the awarded special needs individuals happen to be men. While these men are such wonderful heroes, there still needs to be more disabled heroines. For example, Dr. Temple Grandin happens to use her mind to advocate for how farmers treat their livestock. Her “cow’s-eye view” mindset was the ultimate reason why the livestock industry improved in taking care of cattle. Also, Haley Moss was the first autistic woman in Florida who was admitted to the Florida bar. These women represent examples of feminism over those willing to use their gifts to help society. Since I have already been diagnosed with autism, empowering disabled ladies would lift my spirits. Growing up, I was beneficially challenged in mathematics. The encouragement I received brought me to advanced math courses. My dad finally convinced me to consider an actuarial science career, so I would be a part of women working in S.T.E.M., trying to prove themselves. My autism will play an even bigger part when I go into the mathematics field. To this day, I persevere beyond levels of difficulty to guarantee myself, as a girl, a better future. In conclusion, part of empowering women is to include disabled females. Regular ladies have contributed their beliefs towards women’s rights, race, politics, or environmental needs, yet special needs females have just as much potential. Ladies with disabilities not only help feminism, but they also advocate for special needs citizens.

Just because I have autism does not mean I cannot take care of myself. My disability is never an excuse to have my mom prepare my lunch, a classmate complete my homework, or a friend style my hair all the time. People must learn to depend on themselves, no matter their weaknesses and flaws. Not to mention that self-care will improve both mental and physical health. Each morning, I undertake wall push-ups. Every week, I increase those push-ups by five. Right now, I am doing fifty of them. As a Christian, I read a daily devotional and a minimum of one bible verse while munching on breakfast. As for hygiene, I brush and floss my teeth twice a day and shower every night. During my free time, I might either work on schoolwork, otherwise exercise. My workouts include ten minutes or so of yoga, one hour riding an indoor bike, or walking my dog for one or two laps around my neighborhood. When it comes to eating, breakfast consists of protein, such as a sausage link, scrambled egg, and a protein shake. As for lunch, it is laissez-faire, since I prepare my lunch. This also applies to dinner when my mom is not cooking. Either way, I check if one or both of these meals consists of a vegetable, especially a green one. My particular meals include a salad, quesadilla, sandwich, etc. For transportation, I drive myself to school or color guard rehearsal without needing to wait for my parents to take me. Having the ability to care for myself impacts my independence. It assures me that I do not always have to depend on people to carry out my tasks. Also, I have noticed how productive I feel instead of moaning about being lazy.

“She might not be in accelerated classes.” “Amber is never getting a driver’s license.” “She will never go to college.” Those were quotes from a physician when diagnosing four-year-old me with Autism Spectrum Disorder. My parents were shocked and devastated by my diagnosis. Those words hit like a crashing wave too strong to surf. For three days, my anxious mother sobbed about how her special needs daughter was going to struggle in life while questioning what solution there would be. Finally, her emotions shifted from despair to determination. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me. It took years for my mother and father to urge my motivation. At first, I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself, forcing my mom to read to me. Trying out for clubs and sports were not my style. Whilst my parents battled to encourage me in attempting new hobbies and foods, breaking free of my comfort zone was my least favorite task. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, and burritos. Every night, I never slept without obnoxious Christmas music sung by barking dogs and meowing cats playing on an old radio. Immature habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too basic for my level, and throwing temper tantrums, went on for ages. My imagination of fiction characters was a number one thought of the day rather than serious matters. The puzzle pieces I constantly tried to put together just would not fit. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from a little, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete her homework, to a young teenager willing to clean her plate, regardless of what was served for dinner, and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. A spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in 5th grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Collectively, attending writing classes at the Thurber House evermore helped stimulate desires in publishing novels. Albeit, joining Power of the Pen provided self-motivation to write random stories. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. Because I assumed this hobby would be easier than writing, I simply chose photography. One day in eighth grade, the new college credit plus program was brought about, nonetheless, I wanted to decline at first. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those three words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although a ton of my friends are younger, yet I used to, for whatever reason, feel awkward being the eldest in a group, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings will stay folded up for not continuing to challenge myself, nor giving accelerated courses a chance. I finally started appreciating my strong talents and skills in school and joined this academic program. Leading up to my junior year of high school, I finally began enjoying mathematics and was encouraged to major in accounting or actuarial science. Now that my "limiting-my-skills" days are over, my future interests went from "basic" photography and no accelerated courses to financial actuarial science and completing all the college courses needed for success. All of my accomplishments happened not because of autism, but because of perseverance and dedication. To this day, I do not want to be known as the “girl with autism”, but the “well-accomplished young lady”. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends much more easily than years ago. Additionally, I succeed in my school’s color guard team instead of not competing in any sports, and join the National Honor Society rather than not participating in school clubs. Not to mention that I drive myself to school, take my brother to band practice and occasionally drive some of my friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French, before taking French one, and Spanish on Duolingo sometimes. Now, I am aware of having to accept being autistic, yet no excuses will be made indicating my diagnosis. Instead, I will be portrayed as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society. Over the years, my mental health was focused on so much for me to improve. This fortunately resulted in my beliefs in hard work, valuable relationships, and accounting career aspirations.

The world will do everything in its power to spread negativity. American society has adapted to pessimism each day. Especially with those battling life-long mental illness and disorders. As someone with autism, I can relate. However, I will not allow "woe is me" to become my catchphrase. While life is sometimes unfair, at the same time, it is too short to fret all year. After, there is no point in griping over one thing when a hundred beneficial moments happen. Waking up in the morning, I must be positive that a new day began and pray to make good memories, no matter what mood I feel. I usually assure myself that I am loved by my friends and family. While taking a bite of my meal, I enjoy a good taste of eggs, enchiladas, cake, or whatever. Walking outside, inhaling and exhaling the air just as eyes feast a blue sky or pink sunset helps relax my mind. After finishing an enjoyable conversation, I cannot help but smile that I socialize with someone rather than refusing to give eye contact. Those are ways of keeping a growth mindset. Even though it is difficult to cope with hardship, yet there will always be bad memories created. All anybody can do is be strong and learn from those undesirable moments. In the meantime, find a rainbow, sip a cup of pumpkin spice latte, or meditate in order to keep optimistic vibes. That is one of the best ways anyone can keep on smiling inside and out.

Over the years, I noticed a trend of citizens losing patience towards individuals battling with disorders. An irritated instructor might scold a deaf student for not appearing to be paying attention. Annoyed kids may scream at a child diagnosed with ADHD to shut up when he sings. Demanding customers might tap their feet and roll their eyes when someone with Down Syndrome tries ordering lunch. As a solution, patience must be taken into action. Unfortunately, America is more likely to expect perfection from someone than show tolerance. In my opinion, patience is a valuable virtue. At four years old, a physician diagnosed me with Autism. With these special needs, I had several struggling moments, eventually frustrating at least one person. The issue is individuals who got agitated with me do not have a single understanding of my circumstances. I was judged for not listening, even though I did and my processing was slow. When I could not comprehend a joke, the response was yelling and snapping, "I don't know!". While I improved my socialization, these moments still hurt, since some people are more likely to get impatient towards the autistic. Encountering a patient attitude boosts my self-esteem, assuring me that I, like any human being, am not perfect. Now I will admit, patience is not always my strongest characteristic. On the other hand, impatience never leads to the needed destination. Not willing to wait for a cook having OCD to prepare a whole meal for five minutes may result in not eating in fifteen minutes. Refusing to stop behind a cross-walk just as a blind pedestrian crosses will take longer to arrive at work, once a police officer writes a ticket. In comparison, patience calms the mind, helping others to be understanding about unforeseen circumstances and people enduring struggles.

Social justice has been the center of attention for the last several years. Blacks, Asians, Latinos and Native Americans took the lead for acceptance. The Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Queer Intersex Asexual community have been advocating for respect. Women’s Rights even established their own activities as a voice supporting inclusion. Homeless and Low-income folks experiencing poverty continue their desire towards necessities and empathy. As for people with A.D.H.D, Aspergers, Down syndrome and Autism, I only heard a few inspiring stories about the disabled making their mark. The news would narrate anecdotes concerning minorities, females, LGBTQ and the poor a ton more than the disabled. On the other hand, ableism is one of the world’s most afflicted issues that is not adequately acknowledged. Just as an article discusses the accomplishment of young adults with down syndrome, children with A.D.H.D. are constantly bullied for their inability to fit in with society. While activists post on social media about depression awareness, “netizens” (citizens of the net) would film videos mocking citizens with aspergers. Although veterans with P.T.S.D. are honored with support, some humans with uncontrollable anger issues are ignored when they only ask for assistance or say hello. For my story, I can totally relate to the challenge of being considered “weird”. When I was four years old, a physician diagnosed me with autism spectrum disorder. He told my parents that I would struggle academically and socially, not be able to attend college or participate in any athletic activities, and never earn a driver’s licence. I may be forbidden to publish a single essay. Years of fighting and memory-making later, here I am, an honor-roll high school senior who legally drives, and is involved in college credit plus, color guard and National Honor Society. Accomplishing all of these achievements may seem like I have the perfect life, and I am grateful to have developed talent for this to happen, yet I still remember how it feels to be different. Classmates have bullied me for my bad cognitive habits. Peers gave me an annoyed attitude or awkward vibe when I got off topic in a conversation over irrelevant matters, or did not comprehend a joke or sarcasm. Some adults even accused me of not listening only because of my slow processing. I will admit, I have improved my socialization and communication, still, being an autistic person is not basic beyond levels. All human beings with any form of disability should be included and treated respectfully as fellow citizens. As a special needs adolescent, I wholeheartedly believe that every single disabled individual should be included not only for society, but as an impact for diversity. Everytime I hear someone mock another person who happens to be special needs, it hurts my feelings to know how such people can act evil enough to act this way towards those who are born different. Whether mentally or not, every single one of us are human beings who come together in this world we inhabit. Mental health may be serious or difficult to handle, still, it should never bring anybody down from following dreams or being accepted as a citizen.

I may be an autistic girl, yet I do not want anyone to know for my disability. Instead, I prefer to help those in need. While I have no interest in teaching for a living, I still enjoy helping my peers when it comes to color guard. When it comes to color guard (I call it guard), I hope that I make a significant impact on new members who just started spinning a flag for their first time. My school's guard team has been decreasing by size over the last couple of years and keeping the program operating is a huge deal in my opinion, even though I am a high school senior, which is likely my final year spinning. In order for the newbies to want to stay, I usually include them by starting a conversation or helping them improve or learn tricks. Not to mention allow others to join a cluster with me for spinning or socializing. Although there might be bad blood or standoffishness I encounter, undesirable moments will unfortunately always occur. All I can do is smile and act optimistic towards the color guard members. After all, color guard is meant to be an entertaining activities full of exercise, memory-making and learning for wisdom and fun. What I hope is for my mentorship of new color guard members is to feel welcome and have a good time.

Whenever my emotions are really active, listening to music helps me relax and calm my mind down a bit. The one song that lifts my inspirations up, especially when I am feeling a little blue or anxious is "Stand In The Light" by Jordan Smith. While this is not usually music tuned on the radio, this cathartic work of art helps remind me, an autistic teenage girl, that I am not perfect. Instead if cursing and sexual phrases, Smith composes "Stand In The Light" as a means to relieve someone to accept themselves for who they are and not to mop around over mistakes made or a hurting past. Basically, this is the epitome of a more relieving version of Dear Evan Hansen's "You Will Be Found". While tears may cascade off of cheeks while listening to "Stand In The Light", the melody gives off a hopeful affection within the mind. Since I have mentioned I have autism, that and anxiety do not combine in harmony. When my emotional breakdowns occur, whether staying inside my mind or not, "Stand In The Light" is one of those songs that softens my mood, assuring me that as life gets harder, there will always be this little light shining in hope. Whether I dealt with frustrating drama, stressed out about schoolwork or just moody for whatever reason, Jordan Smith's soothing tune will play, either on my phone or as a earworm, and relieve me. In case there is a ton tension having to be encountered, find time to listen to Jordan Smith's "Stand In The Light", and the light of hope will be found.

Having a disability can be tough. Thousands of boys and girls are diagnosed with a special needs. Learning disabilities, for example, affect up to ten percent of children. Since I am one of those ten percent, I can relate through my story. Sadly, disabled people are forced to limit a few opportunities that regular humans are privileged with. “She might not be in accelerated classes.” “Amber is never getting a driver’s license.” “She will never go to college.” Those were quotes from a physician when diagnosing four-year-old me with autism spectrum disorder. Dismally, any doctor will give this old wives tale about what may happen with a special needs child during their life. My parents were shocked and devastated by my diagnosis. For three days, my anxious mother sobbed about how her special needs daughter was going to struggle in life while questioning what solution there would be. Finally, her emotions shifted from despair to determination. My parents decided to start working on how to motivate me, unlike some parents feeling hopeless over their special needs child. What my family did for me is what other families of disabled children should do for them. It took years for my mother and father to urge my motivation. At first, I refused to cooperate. I had no interest in reading to myself, forcing my mom to read to me. Trying out for clubs and sports was not my style. Whilst my parents battled to encourage me in attempting new hobbies and foods, breaking free of my comfort zone was my least favorite task. All I preferred eating was chicken nuggets, pizza and burritos. Every night, I never slept without obnoxious music playing on an old radio. Immature habits of watching useless tv shows and movies, reading books too basic for my level, and throwing temper tantrums, went on for ages. It took the point where my parents decided to have me figure out some of my own problems without repeating their commands. By early adolescence, the question of “What am I doing?” hit me. Figuring out how I wasted time with nonsense, my act shaped up. I transformed from a little, picky-eater girl not wanting to complete her homework, to a young teenager willing to clean her plate, regardless of what was served for dinner, and execute her schoolwork. My socialization still needed work, but I began befriending multiple people. A spark of wanting to be a writer ignited. The only problem was not feeling ready to push my limits. Even after winning an Ohio State Fair Agriculture Essay Scholarship in 5th grade, my opinion still did not change about leaving my comfort zone. Collectively, attending writing classes at the Thurber House nevermore helped stimulate desires in publishing novels. Albeit, joining Power of the Pen provided self-motivation to write random stories. Unfortunately, my dream of becoming a writer faded. Only because I allowed myself and others to limit my English skills and love of the subject. One day in eighth grade, the new college credit plus program was brought about, nonetheless I wanted to decline at first. Later, my parents explained that I could skip a grade by taking college courses earlier. Those three words “skip a grade” lit my eyes. Although a ton of my friends are younger, yet I used to, for whatever reason, feel awkward being the eldest in a group, probably because I did not enjoy being a leader. That memory taught me that my wings will stay folded up for not continuing to challenge myself, nor giving accelerated courses a chance. I finally started appreciating my strong talents and skills in school and joined this academic program. Leading up to junior year of high school, I finally began enjoying the subject I was most talented at, mathematics, and was encouraged to major in accounting or actuarial science. See, more people worldwide that are constantly being challenged everyday should continue persevering on their dreams and priorities. They also need to admire their gifted abilities. All of my accomplishments happened not because of autism, but because of perseverance and dedication. To this day, I do not want to be known as the “girl with autism”, but the “well-accomplished young lady”. While a bit of quirkiness is still within my personality, I finally communicate and make friends much more easily than years ago. Additionally, I succeed in my school’s color guard team instead of not competing in any sports, and join the National Honor Society rather than not participating in school clubs. Not to mention that I drive myself to school, take my brother to band practice and occasionally drive some of my own friends around. Mutually, I even spent time practicing French, prior to taking French one, and Spanish on Duolingo sometimes. Now, I am aware of having to accept being autistic, yet no excuses will be made indicating my diagnosis. Instead, I will be portrayed as a distinct, multitalented American citizen in society. Moral of the story is do not permit anyone to set boundaries on your talents and loved hobbies. It should never matter whether you have a disability or what somebody discourages you to take on an unpopular career. Being considered strange or disadvantaged does not define success. Nevermore is it too late to shape up and start planning goals to attain. Life is too short to just give up on aspirations and make excuses about not giving effort over flaws.

As a marvel geek and fan, the series "What If..." impacted my understanding and view of the marvel cinematic universe and wanting the past to be different. A multitude of times, I imagine what certain moments in my life would have been like if something else happened or if I chose a separate decision. It was not until episode four when my habit of wanting to change the past started to decrease a bit. The premise of that particular episode was the protagonist lost the love of his life due to a car crash, and kept changing the past, yet failing and made his situation worse until he decided to move on and accept his past for what it is. After this intense episode finished, I realized that undesirable events and mistakes happen, and all I can do is learn from and accept them, then move on.

I may not be majoring in art, yet this subject has intrigued me for all of my life. Strolling inside an art museum, I would gaze at each work for fun and interest. After all, I love colorful designs and decorating. Now there is one canvas that brought me to my attention, and that is a painting called "Colors of Autism" - Pinot's Palette Painting. This appealing depiction displays four floating puzzle pieces, one of which is black with a cutout heart. The others are clear, showing the chromatic background using rainbow blends of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. While I do not always go into depth with the purpose of artwork, yet I guarantee this picture is meant to support autistic people like me. Around society, I notice craftsmanship uplifting social justice for race and gender equality or low income families. For special needs advocates on the other hand, I rarely see any indication for "Help the Disabled". Since I first laid my eyes on this painting, I cannot help but beam in appreciation. While I am around people who love and respect me, at the same time, I have dealt with condescending individuals who probably have no understanding towards different citizens, possibly not even wanting to. Some might not have been aware that I have autism, yet I might as well let go of my grudges towards their patronitism, Anyhow, staring at "Colors of Autism" assures me that there are artists who are inspired to express themselves about their thoughts towards the special needs.

Taking accelerated courses was a huge fear as a middle school Ohioan. With autism and anxiety, I am considered unique. While fifth and sixth grade classmates in intervention classes adored me for who I am, I was unsure about academically gifted students. Anyway, this special memory arrived in seventh grade. It was my first time taking an accelerated class, and my teacher brought me up front to have classmates say what they liked about me. Hands all over the room raised and lovely comments were made. I could not help but blush, grin and feel way more special than weird.

Every where I go, whether at school or the store, I happen to notice ableism. Dismissing kids with A.D.H.D., talking behind the back of someone with down syndrome, mocking a student with Asperger's. My hugest pet peeve is the disrespect and accusations towards the autistic. As someone diagnosed with A.S.D., it upsets me how patronizing and cruel some people act towards the special needs, especially with autism. Since I am the type of girl who prefers to be treated the way I treat others, I make sure I am friendly and kind towards everyone, even the disabled, I interact with as a positive impact on the world. Of course, associating with the "peculiar" is not always the easiest task to do. At the same time, no human being, including myself, in the world is perfect. The problem with some individuals is they expect perfection from everyone. What truly helps is actually getting to know somebody by heart. Additionally, the special needs could be intriguing to connect with. There are people with down syndrome , A.D.H.D. or autism who care about others, including their loved ones. Usually, I will not allow my disability to avoid society from fearing possible mistakes to be made, and actually communicate with people. While I have encountered patronizing and rude citizens, it satisfies me that I care for and respect individuals, then receive toothy grins and touching complements. Knowing that making a simple act of kindness actually gives both the person being respectful and the other individual enduring the compassion a special impression. During that same time, they both forget about how evil the world can be. After all, it is the least I can do for the world, including the disabled.

I may be diagnosed with autism, but I will not allow this disorder become a barrier to my dreams in the future. Yes I sometimes struggle with socializing, yet I can still make more friends in the future who respect me (in comparison with my current friends and acquaintances), possibly marry a remarkable man. Just because I am special needs does not indicate that I cannot solve complex math equations or excel in college-level classes. Once the school year ends, I believe I will graduate high school with a honors diploma, along with earning a bookkeeping certificate. When I start college, I imagine attending a four year university in my home state, such as Ohio State University or Miami University in Oxford, while working as a part-time bookkeeper. My major will be accounting and my minor may be actuarial science/mathematics. If not, vice versa. Either way, I plan on graduating college with a bachelor's, otherwise a master's. Afterward, I would like to move to a warmer state, related to Oklahoma or Missouri, and live in a small house among a nice suburban neighborhood. Do not worry, I will still plan time to visit my family. Alike what I mentioned beforehand, I aspire marrying a tremendous guy who loves and dignifies me. While I am currently not wishing for children of my own, I desire owning at least one dog and one cat, possibly with a domestic rodent or bunny. As for my dream career, I yearn working as a traveling actuary who helps with finances of companies and clients. Also, family vacations will count during free time. These may seem like numerous huge aspirations, especially for an autistic person, yet I have a whole rest of my life to map out my dreams and persevere through achieving goals.

As an autistic girl working her way through school, my favorite scientist is Albert Einstein. While I may be majoring in accounting or actuarial science and he taught physics, yet Einstein was a genius with autism and inspiration. Other than creating equations that are currently incorporated today, he was a firm believer towards creativity alike myself, and actually appreciating creative individuals. A couple of my favorite quotes from him are "We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them" and "Creativity is intelligence having fun".

Author Kerry Magro declared, “Autism doesn’t come with an instruction guide. It comes with a family who will never give up.” This disability advocate spoke a worthwhile quote supporting autistic people, including myself. Alike with Magro’s experiences, I was diagnosed with A.S.D. at four, then overcame challenges, thanks to my family, who refused to dispose me. Chronologically, Kerry revolutionized from a nonverbal toddler to an award-winning speaker. If it were not for his family, he would not have accomplished any achievements. Magro founded and is the CEO of KFM Making a Difference, orated at over 600 events, and published several best-selling books. Like my parents, his mother and father were resolute advocates for their child’s success, no matter the disagreements encountered. Truly, the couple enrolled their son in speech, physical and occupational therapy for 15 years until graduating Community High School. At Seton Hall University, Kerry majored in Business Management while minoring in Sports Management until graduating with honors. Later, he extended schooling at Seton to earn his master’s in Strategic Communications and Leadership. Subsequently, he accepted a position in Autism Speaks and studied Educational Technology and Leadership at New Jersey City University before earning his doctorate. Moral of the topic, if his parents were uninvolved, Kerry would have never spread his wings. Reading Kerry’s meaningful excerpt, I cannot help but walk down memory lane. Now, my childhood was good, yet I struggled with autism through fighting my parents, who persevered in challenging me. I barely valued earning outstanding grades, yet handiwork was carried out after my parents finally convinced me. Years later, I am a high school senior taking mostly college courses, typing this essay concerning one of Kerry Magro’s legendary quotes that I relate to. Now I must thank my family for energizing my motivation of success.

Generations of my family have struggled with health issues. My dad, paternal uncle and paternal grandparents have gained dozens of pounds over the years. My maternal grandfather, (I consider him my papa), was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes around a decade ago. Even I had to get blood-tested twice for diabetes due to huge weight gains. However, the worst of them all was my late maternal grandmother, my nana as I call her. When she was in high school, she was diagnosed with grave’s disease, which is where hormones impact the thyroid gland, causing significant weight gain and loss. Her top issue was how much she enjoyed eating and did not bother to exercise. Nana’s diet consisted of fast food, especially sweets and sugary sodas. Along with my other grandma, she would drink large McDonald's frappes every single day. Baking brownies would have been her favorite hobby. Including every night, prior to going to bed, she would munch on a scoop of chocolate ice cream. My mom has also told me a story about her cutting my father’s chocolate birthday cake. Nana, craving for cake, said, “Well, I really shouldn’t…”, and sliced the cake into three huge chunks, leaving one third of the whole cake to the rest of the guests. Decades of continuing that bad habit of overeating, one surgery led to her unfortunate fate. It was March of 2012, and my Uncle James called my mother. It turned out Nana was in the hospital, and had gastritis surgery, removing her esophagus. Yet her condition was degenerating. My crying mom was quickly purchasing a plane ticket to fly to California all the way from Ohio, still it was too late. Nana was strolling to the restroom, and toppled onto the hard floor. Nurses ran by her side, then declared her dead, days before reaching sixty-six years old. Mom was fortunate enough to attend the funeral, but held numerous regrets for not arriving earlier and other reasons I will not mention. Her grief was super conscience-stricken that she quit jogging marathons and was no longer concerned about her weight for years. At eight years old, I was a little too young to grieve like my mother, Papa and Uncle James did, but nostalgia from memories made with my nana hits me. I tried to comfort my mom with humor and hand her a stress ball. She giggled, but the tears would not disappear for a while. As much as I adore my step-nana (Nana Marilyn), I would like to have gotten to know Nana more than I have. To this day, guilt flashes in my mind for not crying during her death, even though I was young. Luckily, gorgeous sunsets with blends of hot pink and neon orange would give me the belief that she is communicating with my family in heaven. However, there is more I can do to honor her through love. This was years after, but in order to honor Nana, I must pay attention to my health, by not overeating, finding time to exercise and munching on fruits and vegetables almost everyday. Also, I would occasionally chat with Papa and Nana Marilyn about life. We rarely talk about Nana, but she will always be in the bottom of our hearts. My most important method of honoring my deceased nana is remembering the good times with her and hopefully waiting to reunite with her during the afterlife in the future. As for my Nana, rest in peace.

Disability advocate Kerry Magro declared, “Autism doesn’t come with an instruction guide. It comes with a family who will never give up.” This best-selling author spoke a worthwhile quote as support for autistic people, including myself. In comparison to his experiences, I was diagnosed with the disorder at age four and then had to overcome challenges throughout my life, thanks to my family, who refused to throw me away as if I was useless trash. Time after time, Kerry revolutionized from a nonverbal thirty-month-old to an award-winning speaker with a P.h.D. in Educational Technology Leadership. If it were not for his family, this special overachiever would not have accomplished all of his achievements, such as founding KFM Making a Difference, an organization focusing on disability housing and autism awareness that he himself is the CEO of, orating at over six hundred events concerning autism rights, and publishing several books about the disability, his first one being a Best-Seller. Alike with my parents, his mother, who served the New Jersey Elected Board of Education, and father were both one of the most resolute advocates for their child’s success, no matter the disagreements they have encountered. As a matter of fact, the hardworking couple enrolled their desperate son in speech, physical and occupational therapy for 15 years until he graduated from Community High School as a 19-year-old. At Seton Hall University, Kerry continued his education, majoring in Business Management and minoring in Sports Management until he graduated with honors in 2011. Later, he extended his schooling at Seton to earn his master’s in Strategic Communications and Leadership. Subsequently, he accepted a position in Autism Speaks and studied Educational Technology and Leadership at New Jersey City University prior to earning his doctorate in 2019. Moral of the topic, if Kerry's parents had not cared and encouraged him to spread his wings. After reading one of his grand meaningful excerpts, I cannot help but walk down memory lane. Do not get me wrong, I had a good childhood, yet I struggled so much with my autism that I would fight with my parents who persevered in challenging me for prosperity. I barely valued participating in earning outstanding grades in reading, writing and solving math equations, yet handiwork was carried out after my parents finally convinced me. Years later, here I am, a high school senior taking mostly college courses, typing this essay concerning one of Kerry’s legendary quotes that I can relate to. Now I must thank my family for energizing the motivation of success within me.

Since my school's mascot is the comets, I had to support my high school by wearing this blue t-shirt saying the words COMETS right below a comet. After all, the school colors are silver and blue. While a lot of people loathe school, I work hard to keep up with my studies and to make exciting memories by showing school spirit. In order to make school fun, you must participate in activities such as Spirit Week and cheering at football games.

Part of my junior high years consisted of unwise decisions and depression. I was lucky to have and made friends, nevertheless, autism and puberty never combine successfully. Social awkwardness gave some former classmates a poor impression of my reputation. Agrivatedly, I was bullied for my weirdness and pondered “why me?”. By the second half of seventh grade, I started losing respect from a few peers. A rumor was spread about me trying to get with a guy I nevermore had feelings towards; (he happened to be one of my first crush’s many friends). Worse, the crush, obtaining an I-despise-his-guts impression, told his friend to tell me that he was sorry for bothering me. I responded with the boy does not bother me and how he would never bother anyone. Still, the fact that several of my crush’s allies loathed me for whatever reason did not alleviate. The best way to put it is that my crush began distrusting me. Again, autistic introvertedness was my issue. Talking or starting conversations was not one of my best skills. Eye contact, staying on topic and comprehending jokes needed improvement. I originally thought everyone would like me for being tranquil, except it was not the case. During the summer before my last grade school year, guilt for letting my crush down persisted. My thoughts persuaded me to change myself in order to impress that boy. Either way, I was still young, along with an aged cellphone. Downstream, I basically had a second chance, then repeatedly failed. I waited outside for my mom to pick me up from a DC school trip meeting. Later, my grinning obsession approached one of his roommates. I looked away so I would not stare. Minutes later, I heard, “Hi Amber”. My head went up and I blushed, flattered. Not knowing how to react, I turned towards his beaming face, smiling and rapidly waved. At first, I thought I handled it correctly, but to this day, I regret not saying “Hi” back to him. Afterward, I definitely lost his trust. Regardless of multiple attempts to make amends, we barely associated. The rest of eighth grade was hankering for attention through dressing eccentrically every single day, gaining weight and exploiting careless actions because of my morose aura after blowing a risk to win my obsession. Depression from ruining a chance with him continued until freshman year. I constantly switched phases from loving people via unwilling to speak with anyone. For most of that school year, I sat around pessimistic girls at lunch. Hopefully, they are currently better, yet these girls gave away this boy’s number, pressuring me to text him. After giving into pressure and failing (I refuse to inform you how), it took me a while to drop those naive puppy love feelings, since letting go is one of my weaknesses. After self-reflecting, my depression instituted fading, I began opening up to more people and actually willing to socialize. See, if you believe that you are a human who learns from previous mistakes and continues to do you, then you are guaranteed to grow. I transformed from an awkward, dependent introvert to a friendly, independent ambivert (with a smartphone and at least 15 pounds lighter). Now I shall accept my quirks nor am I pursuing the spotlight, notwithstanding, my autism contributing to errors does not appoint me worthless. Besides, I have numerous friends and time to earn true love. It is heartbreaking how individuals feel unloved and antagonized based on their differences. Assisting to support struggling people is one of my favorite tasks, since nobody deserves encountering experiences like mine.

In my opinion, my favorite "Beholding Bee" is a little underrated. I myself am not much of a reader like I used to be, but I could occasionally skim through an intriguing story when I have a chance, and Beholding Bee is one of those special stories. Despite its World War two setting, I guarantee anyone could relate to protagonist Beatrice "Bee", whether they embody a huge facial birthmark or not. Bee is an orphan tween inhabiting the back of a truck, located in a carnival. Constantly antagonized over her dark-colored birthmark, she endeavors to imagine it as a "precious diamond". Although, Bee continues to keep her port wain stain hidden. One summer day, feeling abandoned and rejected, she flees with a dog and her piglet, Cordelia. Eventually, they discover two enigmatic, yet noteworty, ladies, Mrs. Swift and Mrs. Potter, owners of a gingerbread-looking house. Despite the old-fashioned clothing and lack of food, they take Bee under their wings as if she is their granddaughter. Strangely enough, she is the only one who witnesses them. The plot and story line are not my only applause towards "Beholding Bee". Author Kimberly Newton Fusco publishes this novel as a lesson to include yourself as apart of the world, no matter your differences and flaws. Through the book, Bee is summoned to assert for herself, despite her immense birthmark, through adventures and forming friendships. "Beholding Bee" intrigues my attention since everyone needs to learn how to accept their contrasts. Not that I show off to everyone about my disability since I prefer to be treated as a normal, valued citizen, however I will eventually have to accept the fact that I am diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder. It still does not make me any less, in comparison to a birthmark.

As a history geek, one of my favorite historical legends is Helen Keller. Howbeit I am autistic and she was blind and deaf, both of us were challenged to conquer difficulties to prove society that special needs individuals have a place in the community. While she fell ill, possibly from rubella or scarlet fever, and I received a flu shot too young, both of us became helpless as toddlers and little girls. Even this may seem irrelevant that she was born the first and my birthday is the fourth, we happen to be June babies. Back to historical admirers, Helen Keller advocated for the blind and deaf other than herself. Her journey began at the age of two, her parents noticed the outcome of recovering from her illness. After waving and clapping hands without acknowledgement, a doctor finally diagnosed Helen to be both blind and deaf. Since her mother and father were in doubt with handling the situation, Keller became a mute, tantrum-throwing, little girl until her instructor Anne Sullivan came along. Sullivan happened to be partially blind and perceived to aid her desperate pupil. She taught her how to read, speak and write. Her loyalty stood by Helen's side when she wanted to attend school, then Radcliffe College, and travel the world, until Anne's death in 1936. Sullivan even convinced the Keller parents to discipline instead of spoiling their young daughter. Years later, Helen developed self-discipline, American sign language skills with speaking, and inspiration to serve those in need of reading in braille or communicating without the sense of sound. During adulthood, she orated speeches and published novels concerning disability rights. Keller's legacy outlasted her death in 1968, arousing people to support the special needs. To this day, she motivates me to forbid autism in blocking my abilities.

As a high school senior, it may seem like a chill year full of freedom and seniority over underclassmen. However, there will always be expectations here and there thrown on one's plate. This is my final year of spinning in my school's color guard. I have one more chance to completing extra college courses to attempt to earn a couple of certificates without paying student loans, along with a few more high school classes for credit (and fun). There are college visits, applications, senior pictures and scholarships I must apply for. Possibly a job too. Twelfth grade is one of the last times of living as a kid before truly experiencing adulthood. Along with the biggest year of year. Now, I admit, due to my own issues with autism, I had to take two years of preschool. So yes, I am eighteen, now registered to vote and already equipped with a driver's license. Not to mention that I am in the process of waiting for my passport to mail to my home for my trip to France next summer. Anyway, I myself have grand intentions for my last school year before college and therefore my future.

My dog, Gracie Lou Freedog (Miss Congeniality movie reference), is the best dog my family and I have ever adopted and owned. She is always in the mood for cuddles, walking and play-time. All of my neighbors, even some Muslims, adore Gracie Lou. For a Miniature black Labrador, he never bites or growls in the most aggressive way. Now we are uncertain about Gracie's past other than her previous owners dropping her off at the Humane Society with her birth puppies and their father. Yet, she continues to happily be loyal towards our family and awaits for a loving greeting.

As an autistic student, I am more than likely to excel in mathematics. Turns out this prediction is valid. Prior to improving social skills, order of operation equations would appear throughout my head whether figuring out someone's age or the year an event occurred, even if it was unnecessary. Today, I no longer make a habit of it, but my brain still calculates quickly for money, time or a random equation my maternal grandpa wants to see me solve out of his own curiosity. Addition, subtraction, multiplying and division are no issue for me to process with a snap of the fingers. To this day, mathematics became ninety percent more relevant in my opinion than ever before. It was not until my junior year that I started to show appreciation towards this numerical subject. One of my favorite math teachers structured precalculus as an algebra two review to be more of a casual conversation than a mundane lecture. It intrigued me further than photography, which was my chosen major at the time until tourism attracted my attention. After a lengthy discussion with my father disagreeing with and then convincing me to become an actuary, he played the "Accountant" movie. While I do not desire entangling in the situations the antagonist Christian Wolff encountered, the thought of becoming an actuary or accountant captivated a dynamic feeling of power within me. I started to thank my past-self for equipping with math, sparking memories and stories. When I was a toddler, basic geometry was already memorized for me. Including one hilarious moment, eighteen-month-old me was angry at my mother and, trying to figure out words to scream, swore at her with shapes. In third grade, the multiplication table was instantly a piece of cake. Just as teachers had guts to mark my responses false when I provided a correct answer instead of simple estimation, their poor minds were blown away about me as a human calculator. By fifth grade, my intermediate school teachers recruited into a "Math Counts" club, and continued my part until sixth grade ended, but I was in luck. A hundred percent on my A.I.R. mathematics test, that I did not utilized a calculator on, granted me to skip up to pre-algebra as a seventh grader. My knowledge of pi went from having no idea about it to being somewhat easy as pie. Over time, a majority of my math classes resulted with A's on my report cards. Although all of my high school math credits are completed, my mathematical journey has not finished yet. Now folks may dispute that I could have stuck with my first career choice writing or my second one photography. I might get away with culinary arts or fashion, however actuary science is calling my name. I am one hundred percent destined to become an accountant. After all, I will count on my love for mathematics and numerical talents. Much as some individuals complain about how complex that numerical topic is to them, but advice for these people: nothing in life is easy, you just get better. Compared to every skill, math takes practice, which my younger self did years ago. Come to think about it, mathematics is involved with literally everything. Patterns for music, including measurement for art, designing, engineering and cooking. Data for English class essays or science projects. Counting for health, social studies, foreign languages and physical education, also algorithms for computer science. Even magicians and driver's education incorporate a bit of geometry and trigonometry for their tricks. All topics will require some math in every circumstance.

During my high school junior year, I took an online personal finance class not through a system called Financial Peace University. Several instructors taught a class of inspiration, including relevant skills and life lesson quotes. Above all, my favorite and most helpful advice was realtor and talk show host Dave Ramsey mentioning, "Know your money personality, then develop a financial plan." Prior to taking personal finance, I would not exactly regard my quantity of money spent or donated, even though I am currently not rich. I was lucky to not overspend and have my parents pay for most of my expenses, but I still needed to learn to be more cautious towards spending. When my dad registered me in the financial program, I found Ramsey ethical. His story was he and his wife used to overspend money on expensive vacations, luxurious clothing and fancy restaurants. They soon got to the point where the Ramsey's became a bankrupt young family sued with numerous taxes. Dave was so afraid to see his reflection in the mirror that he realized his mistakes. He knew that he had to help his wife and kids with a careful plan. Years later, Dave's family got back on their feet, wealthy enough to lack loans. After unit one, a deep thought hit me. My parents enrolled me in this course due to their struggles with being underprivileged with thousands of dollars of credit card debt. Then our finances eventually approved because they learned from Ramsey. I cannot allow any of those situations happen because of my money personality as a spender. To this day, I consider the quote, "Know your money personality, then develop a financial plan", very seriously. As a result, I plan to not atrociously waste money on items or memberships I do not need.