Volunteering has become a precious aspect of my life. Neither my parents nor I spoke English at the time when my family immigrated to America in search of job opportunities. However, I was aware that I would need to adjust rapidly to the new language I would need to learn, as well as the significant culture shock that would accompany it. As simple as it sounded, it wasn't. Due to the language barrier, the difficulty of the path I walked from my grandma's townhouse to school was as wearying as ever. When winter arrived in Minnesota, my short frame would become submerged in a blanket of snow that hovered above my thighs. My voice chord locked up when I tried to ask the older kids for help. I didn’t know them, and I was afraid of getting to know them at all. Still and all, my parents took me to the local Vietnamese church one day while I was in a terrible state of dismay and confusion. I was just a young, curious kid, trying to figure out who I am beyond my exterior. Like a single atom, I began to question the purpose of my life in this vast universe we live in. However, the local church gradually encircled me with friends of my age and those who spoke my mother tongue. Before I was a member of the local church, teachers and other adults would stop over and assist me. I was given religious and English-language schooling, but also to be of service to others when needed. As I reflect on my experiences, I saw my younger, cheery self, who was always constantly beaming with a bright smile. Rather than scuffed, I genuinely felt belonged. Whereas my knowledge from attending school taught me how to be confident, how to speak out and be able to overcome my stuttering habit and language barrier, my local church taught me to be unselfish and be in gratitude to the community that has given me more than I could ever ask for. Ever since I was in ninth grade, I've volunteered to prepare and package food for kids living in rural areas in Vietnam. I have also offered to teach my other friends who were born in this country, the United States, in Vietnamese. I joined the church's youth choir so that I could dance with my friends and sing traditional Vietnamese songs to remember my roots and honor my heritage. To connect and become more accustomed to one another, we would incorporate additional English music and beats. It also broadens our viewpoint since we are exposed to context when we hear music in unfamiliar languages. When you learn the song, you also gain some understanding of the song's historical and social background. Each language has a unique method of conveying things. This was one of the most significant lessons I picked up while dancing to raise funds at my church. Furthermore, I want to be able to donate my time and talents to a cause that matters to me with the aid of this scholarship. With my artistically motivated goal and skill set, I would like to assist in the scientific field. Though the idea of protecting our planet's environment is not unfamiliar, there is still much work to be done in this field. I am optimistic that this scholarship will help me in my desire to pursue a degree in graphic design, and I also want to help mend the Earth alongside everyone else to communicate a message to others. I believe that collectively, we are all one.

Graphics are becoming more and more crucial for scientists to effectively convey their findings to a broad audience. I believe that I, as a future designer, can promote positive innovations and ideas for waste reduction by lending the scientific field a hand in research discoveries and finding sustainable solutions. In 2018, according to National Geographic, "6.3 billion metric tons of the enormous 8.3 billion metric tons of plastic that the world generated had turned into plastic waste. Furthermore, only 9% of the 6.3 billion metric tons of plastic garbage have been recycled." However, early innovator Loliware blew it out of the water with the innovation of "plastic" red seaweed. They introduced their first line of agar-based cups that are safe for consumption, inspiring start-ups to release brown seaweed-based edible water bottles. Another example of sustainable and eco-friendly products are the detergent sheets that are made available by Earth Breeze, which can dissolve quickly in hot or cold water. They function in all devices, including HE. By doing this, you can buy detergent in stores with a far lower amount of plastic waste. Consequently, it is necessary and possible to draw attention to significant topics like these by utilizing striking graphic materials and salient fonts that stand out and grab the viewer's attention. Both science and art are fundamentally about observation and interpretation. Both art and science go hand in hand, whether it be through the use of scientific data or technology like AI and VR to create art or through the understanding and communication of science through art. Having that said, the pace of technological advancement today has had a spillover effect on graphic design, allowing fresh generative design trends to take control of the field. I see this as a chance to make the most of my involvement in the graphic design major and impact others in spreading their messages and ideas, inspiring people to act, protecting the Earth for our current generation, and so forth.

I want to become an individual who my younger self will look back onto and exclaim aloud: "Wow, when I grow up, I want to be able to accomplish my hopes and dreams, just like her!"

This piece of artwork was one I used to want to erase from my memory. Before my sixteenth New Year's Eve party, my mum and I brought ourselves into a heated argument. Everyone in the family took a seat at the dining room table, but I was a sobbing mess who wasn’t able to control the waves of emotions sinking hollowly deep into the pit of my stomach. I picked up my utensils to concentrate on the feast laid out on the table. My fork pierced the succulent fried pork as I swallowed down the meat in a hurry. The sour taste crept up my throat. My lips curl inward, jaw tenses. After dinner, I went back to my room and started looking through the assortment of sketches and drawings I had earlier laid out on the scratched wooden floor. I quickly wiped my runny nose after and gave it one final look before getting started on the cleanup. Soon after, I went to bed and spent the rest of the night wrapped in my blanket. Still wasn't able to control my sobs and hiccups, but eventually, the aroma of food that was coming from the kitchen captured my full-on attention. I used every last bit of energy I had to drag my legs to drag myself out from under the blanket. My palm twisted open the doorknob and to my astonishment, mum was there. A platter filled with sliced-up melon was in her hand. My eyes started to swell once more as she glanced at me with her tired and dark eye bags. I threw the final weight of my body onto her, arms tightly encircling her waist. Spending the remainder of that night crying in her arms, I realized that I was still a baby in front of her, and even if I could go back in time, I wouldn't have done anything differently. I drew this piece on my sixteenth birthday in an attempt to depict my mum’s inner soul. She always seems to have a lot to say, but her words never really come out in ways that are pleasant to listen to. My mum frequently bottles up her emotions and rarely expresses them, yet her love for flowers is evident to many. It makes me experience a wide range of emotions, knowing that flowers nearly seem to be her only solace and sense of comfort. How could one woman be so firm in her decisions yet must have felt like a weed blooming by the side of the isolated pavement? When I think of her, knowing that one day she wouldn’t be by my side anymore, I feel hollow and sickly as if someone is carving a hole inside my chest and pulling out all of my guts. I want to cherish every second I spend with her as I sculpt a mirage into this piece of art. Thus, it is one of my favorite and most intuitive works since it can be interpreted in many different ways when coming to the viewers’ contact, and it needn't be for personal reasons. In light of this, my desire to study graphic design and further stretch myself beyond my comfort zone fuels my passion for the arts. Art, to me, is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I drew a lot of portraits that expressed myriad feelings when I was growing up, and I hope that by sharing my artwork, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine.

There was a particular piece of artwork that I used to want to erase from my memory. Before my sixteenth New Year's Eve party, my mum and I brought ourselves into a heated argument. Everyone in the family took a seat at the dining room table, but I was a sobbing mess who wasn’t able to control the waves of emotions sinking hollowly deep into the pit of my stomach. I picked up my utensils to concentrate on the feast laid out on the table. My fork pierced the succulent fried pork as I swallowed down the meat in a hurry. The sour taste crept up my throat. My lips curl inward, jaw tenses. After dinner, I went back to my room and started looking through the assortment of sketches and drawings I had earlier laid out on the scratched wooden floor. I quickly wiped my runny nose after and gave it one final look before getting started on the cleanup. Soon after, I went to bed and spent the rest of the night wrapped in my blanket. Still wasn't able to control my sobs and hiccups, but eventually, the aroma of food that was coming from the kitchen captured my full-on attention. I used every last bit of energy I had to drag my legs to drag myself out from under the blanket. My palm twisted open the doorknob and to my astonishment, mum was there. A platter filled with sliced-up melon was in her hand. My eyes started to swell once more as she glanced at me with her tired and dark eye bags. I threw the final weight of my body onto her, arms tightly encircling her waist. Spending the remainder of that night crying in her arms, I realized that I was still a baby in front of her, and even if I could go back in time, I wouldn't have done anything differently. I drew a piece in charcoal on my sixteenth birthday in an attempt to depict my mum’s inner soul. She always seems to have a lot to say, but her words never really come out in ways that are pleasant to listen to. My mum frequently bottles up her emotions and rarely expresses them, yet her love for flowers is evident to many. It makes me experience a wide range of emotions, knowing that flowers nearly seem to be her only solace and sense of comfort. How could one woman be so firm in her decisions yet must have felt like a weed blooming by the side of the isolated pavement? When I think of her, knowing that one day she wouldn’t be by my side anymore, I feel hollow and sickly as if someone is carving a hole inside my chest and pulling out all of my guts. I want to cherish every second I spend with her as I sculpt a mirage into this piece of art. Thus, it is one of my favorite and most intuitive works since it can be interpreted in many different ways when coming to the viewers’ contact, and it needn't be for personal reasons. In light of this, my desire to study graphic design and further stretch myself beyond my comfort zone fuels my passion for the arts. Art, to me, is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I hope that by sharing my digital art pieces, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine.

As a feverish child in Vietnam back when I was still in elementary school, I used to love watching Power Rangers’ fight scenes. However, not every family who lived in Dong Nai's impoverished neighborhood owned a TV at the time. Every day when I returned home from school, I would hurriedly drag an imbalanced wooden stool– occasionally decorated its ligneous legs with golden honey speckles from the night before, and that my father had made it to reach the beehives in our backyard’s Banyan fig. I set the wooden stool in front of their window and peered inside with curious brown orbs. There I saw it, the neighbor’s son was watching masked superheroes saving the day on the not-so-far-away, retro-looking boxy TV. As I returned home after the episode had ended, I carried these visions of the cool-looking monsters that shoot laser beams and throw smoke bombs at our protagonists. When I got home, I reached my bare hand inside to grab the coal briquettes from inside my mother's handcrafted clay oven. I squatted down and began sketching out the monsters on the concrete pavement in front of our house, facing the main road. While humming to the Power Rangers theme song alongside smiling naively, the drawings came to life one frame at a time. I would vexingly tell the sound of revving motorcycles passing by to go bite the dust, often giving my monsters gibberish dialogue out of the blue. From the sphere of memory fragments, I laid eyes on the simple child that I was. One with the simplicity that was not yet untarnished by mundane affairs. Even after I came to America, my love for art and creative vision continued to flourish boundlessly. When I pick up a piece of paper and colored pencils, I fill out the pages with doodles and scraps of my imagination. With that said, I am certain that this scholarship will ultimately support me in many different ways. Being a first-generation college student, I want to be able to utilize art, a major that is severely underfunded, to pursue my ambition and profession while also being able to eventually give back to my community. I am also a huge fan and supporter of sustainability. From my viewpoint, I see it as an element in credentials that affects every single job there is. It is about addressing present demands without sacrificing the capacity of future generations to address their own. Science is one of the many sectors in which graphic designers might find themselves interested in, and I'm no exception. An essential component of disseminating scientific discoveries is using graphic designers to improve presentations and publications made by scientists. In light of this, my desire to study graphic design and further stretch myself beyond my comfort zone fuels my passion for the arts. Art, to me, is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I hope that by sharing my artwork, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine.

Everyone claims that my uncle had a gangster appearance. When he arrived from America to visit our country nine years ago, eight-year-old me, who was missing my two front teeth, had the biggest, unsurpassed grin possible on my face. I ran clumsily toward him with bare feet on the red-soiled road in an open clarity of blue, wondering which candies he had brought with him this year. Was it packages of Lay's chips or Hershey's chocolate bars? They were all luxurious items to our family, and my mother instructed me to thank him in a bow at a precise 90-degree angle. Yet, he neither presented me with a box of chocolate sweets nor a bag of chips. He gave me a suitcase full of graphite pencils. When my uncle and I were on call a few days ago, I poured out my future aspirations into our conversation. He told me that was a kid with big aspirations, but also with tantrums and an inescapable attitude. If one could carve the view into my soul, the cityscape, whether it be day or night, would be as dark and starlit as the black heavens. He picked me up from the ground with a smile, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his blouse to reveal the darkened sleeves of ink. The knights, the dragons, the fire, and the war. They tell of living creatures, of inhospitable men with eyes of ice and cold blades. An elder tree amid the middle between the two clans stretches skyward in lace of silent bark, piercing heaven. Unfulfilled tranquility, like the quiet silver grass reflecting the crescent. I've been in America for nine years, but I still harbor the same hope and ambition I aspired to reach out for. I kept one of his inaudible graphite pencils– lying inaudibly in the Chinese flower vase I used to store my art supplies, yet speaks to me more than a thousand words. He persisted and realized his ambition despite the taboo that tattoos indicate malicious intent, which still prevails among many other individuals. His first illustration on the right sleeve, is a representation of the king himself and the journey that he traveled with those around him to build a community that strives for what they believe in. It gave me the confidence to follow my path and not let fear stop me from pursuing the things that I love to do. My artistic skill set is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I drew a lot of portraits that expressed myriad feelings when I was growing up, and I hope that by sharing my artwork, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine. After graduation, I want to be able to help spread positive messages with my graphic arts through usages of various font silhouettes, vibrant splashes of symbolic colors, and a variety of media. I want to be able to promote the idea of waste reduction while lending the scientific field a hand in research discoveries and finding sustainable solutions. The concept of graphic design can develop the form of representation that it is attempting to promote. I see this as a chance to make the most of my involvement in the graphic design major and assist others in spreading their messages and ideas, inspiring people to act, protecting the Earth for our current generation, and so forth.

As a feverish child in Vietnam back when I was still in elementary school, I used to love watching Power Rangers’ fight scenes. However, not every family who lived in Dong Nai's impoverished neighborhood owned a TV at the time. Every day when I returned home from school, I would hurriedly drag an imbalanced wooden stool– occasionally decorated its ligneous legs with golden honey speckles from the night before, and that my father had made it to reach the beehives in our backyard’s Banyan fig. I set the wooden stool in front of their window and peered inside with curious brown orbs. There I saw it, the neighbor’s son was watching masked superheroes saving the day on the not-so-far-away, retro-looking boxy TV. As I returned home after the episode had ended, I carried these visions of the cool-looking monsters that shoot laser beams and throw smoke bombs at our protagonists. When I got home, I reached my bare hand inside to grab the coal briquettes from inside my mother's handcrafted clay oven. I squatted down and began sketching out the monsters on the concrete pavement in front of our house, facing the main road. While humming to the Power Rangers theme song alongside smiling naively, the drawings came to life one frame at a time. I would vexingly tell the sound of revving motorcycles passing by to go bite the dust, often giving my monsters gibberish dialogue out of the blue. From the sphere of memory fragments, I laid eyes on the simple child that I was. One with the simplicity that was not yet untarnished by mundane affairs. Even after I came to America, my love for art and creative vision continued to flourish boundlessly. When I pick up a piece of paper and colored pencils, I fill out the pages with doodles and scraps of my imagination. With that said, I am certain that this scholarship will ultimately support me in many different ways. Being a first-generation college student, I want to be able to utilize art, a major that is severely underfunded, to pursue my ambition and profession while also being able to eventually give back to my community. I am also a huge fan and supporter of sustainability. From my viewpoint, I see it as an element in credentials that affects every single job there is. It is about addressing present demands without sacrificing the capacity of future generations to address their own. Science is one of the many sectors in which graphic designers might find themselves interested in, and I am no exception. An essential component of disseminating scientific discoveries is using graphic designers to improve presentations and publications made by scientists. In light of this, my desire to study graphic design and further stretch myself beyond my comfort zone fuels my passion for the arts. Art, to me, is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I hope that by sharing my artwork, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine.

Everyone claims that my uncle had a gangster appearance. When he arrived from America to visit our country nine years ago, eight-year-old me, who was missing my two front teeth, had the biggest, unsurpassed grin possible on my face. I ran clumsily toward him with bare feet on the red-soiled road in an open clarity of blue, wondering which candies he had brought with him this year. Was it packages of Lay's chips or Hershey's chocolate bars? They were all luxurious items to our family, and my mother instructed me to thank him in a bow at a precise 90-degree angle. Yet, he neither presented me with a box of chocolate sweets nor a bag of chips. He gave me a suitcase full of graphite pencils. When my uncle and I were on call a few days ago, I poured out my future aspirations into our conversation. He told me that was a kid with big aspirations, but also with tantrums and an inescapable attitude. If one could carve the view into my soul, the cityscape, whether it be day or night, would be as dark and starlit as the black heavens. He picked me up from the ground with a smile, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his blouse to reveal the darkened sleeves of ink. The knights, the dragons, the fire, and the war. They tell of living creatures, of inhospitable men with eyes of ice and cold blades. An elder tree amid the middle between the two clans stretches skyward in lace of silent bark, piercing heaven. Unfulfilled tranquility, like the quiet silver grass reflecting the crescent. I've been in America for nine years, but I still harbor the same hope and ambition I aspired to reach out for. I kept one of his inaudible graphite pencils– lying inaudibly in the Chinese flower vase I used to store my art supplies, yet speaks to me more than a thousand words. He persisted and realized his ambition despite the taboo that tattoos indicate malicious intent, which still prevails among many other individuals. His first illustration on the right sleeve, is a representation of the king himself and the journey that he traveled with those around him to build a community that strives for what they believe in. It gave me the confidence to follow my path and not let fear stop me from pursuing the things that I love to do. My artistic skill set is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I drew a lot of portraits that expressed myriad feelings when I was growing up, and I hope that by sharing my artwork, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine. After graduation, I want to be able to help spread positive messages with my graphic arts through usages of various font silhouettes, vibrant splashes of symbolic colors, and a variety of media. I want to be able to promote the idea of waste reduction while lending the scientific field a hand in research discoveries and finding sustainable solutions. The concept of graphic design can develop the form of representation that it is attempting to promote. I see this as a chance to make the most of my involvement in the graphic design major and assist others in spreading their messages and ideas, inspiring people to act, protecting the Earth for our current generation, and so forth.

The scientific field significantly influenced my choice of pursuing graphic design as a career. One could postulate that design and science substantially have this pleasant correlation—as it tends to resemble a partnership here that may stretch from visibly noticeable to minute nuances. When I used to spectate the modern age’s runways with my mum ever since I was still in middle school, I took notice of the skills and science that went into making these clothing, accessories, and even the makeup worn by the models. One striking example would be Bella Hadid's fascinating Coperni spray-painted dress from the Paris Fashion Week. The viewers' experience was made spectacular by the form of art, which also brought attention to the spray-on fabric's ecological credentials. It serves as a reminder that many people believe sustainability has to focus more on becoming fashionable, desirable, and newsworthy. Likewise, graphic design is a superb example that fits this particular expression. Through usages of various font silhouettes, vibrant splashes of symbolic colors, and a variety of media, the concept of graphic design can develop the form of representation that it is attempting to promote. In 2018, according to National Geographic, "6.3 billion metric tons of the enormous 8.3 billion metric tons of plastic that the world generated had turned into plastic waste. Furthermore, only 9% of the 6.3 billion metric tons of plastic garbage have been recycled." However, early innovator Loliware blew it out of the water with the innovation of "plastic" red seaweed. They introduced their first line of agar-based cups that are safe for consumption, inspiring start-ups to release brown seaweed-based edible water bottles. Another example of sustainable and eco-friendly products are the detergent sheets that are made available by Earth Breeze, which can dissolve quickly in hot or cold water. They function in all devices, including HE. By doing this, you can buy detergent in stores with a far lower amount of plastic waste. Graphics are also becoming more and more crucial for scientists to effectively convey their findings to a broad audience. The first drawings of the DNA structure, Darwin's illustrations of the "Tree of Life," and even DaVinci's "Vitruvian Man" come to mind when we envision scientific breakthroughs. These visuals have a much greater impact on viewers than a thousand words, especially those outside of specialized study communities. To convey the findings of increasingly complicated and interdisciplinary research, more sophisticated visuals are needed. The idea that I’m trying to convey here is that we can promote the idea of waste reduction while lending the scientific field a hand in research discoveries and finding sustainable solutions. It is possible to draw attention to significant topics like these by utilizing striking graphic materials and salient fonts that stand out and grab the viewer's attention. Without it, branding elements like logos, billboards, and packaging wouldn't exist or would be extremely challenging to create. This is why graphic design is invaluable in business and the science field, as it plays a crucial role in product branding and marketing. As for my lifelong project and if I had the funds and resources, I would like to design a braille e-book tablet for individuals with visual impairments who are also passionate readers. Due to the high cost that goes into the production of individual printed braille books, users can choose from a greater variety of genres and books by using digital braille tablets as e-book libraries. A book has a left page and a right page when it is opened. The device utilizes the same idea. The raised dots on the right side change as the reader presses a button to switch pages, while the raised dots on the left side function as a search bar and are clickable. This is also a terrific way to encourage braille comprehension because it gives those with sight loss the same access to written material as those who are sighted and enables them to enjoy reading for their lives. Although my childhood story and the explanation of this device are still exceedingly imprecise in this 800-words essay, I believe it will eventually become a useful item for many individuals with impairments. Last but not least, both science and art are fundamentally about observation and interpretation. Both art and science go hand in hand, whether it be through the use of scientific data or technology like AI and VR to create art or through the understanding and communication of science through art. Having that said, the pace of technological advancement today has had a spillover effect on graphic design, allowing fresh generative design trends to take control of the field. I see this as a chance to make the most of my involvement in the graphic design major and assist others in spreading their messages and ideas, inspiring people to act, protecting the Earth for our current generation, and so forth.

As a feverish child in Vietnam back when I was still in elementary school, I used to love watching Power Rangers’ fight scenes. However, not every family who lived in Dong Nai's impoverished neighborhood owned a TV at the time. Every day when I returned home from school, I would hurriedly drag an imbalanced wooden stool– occasionally decorated its ligneous legs with golden honey speckles from the night before, and that my father had made it to reach the beehives in our backyard’s Banyan fig. I set the wooden stool in front of their window and peered inside with curious brown orbs. There I saw it, the neighbor’s son was watching masked superheroes saving the day on the not-so-far-away, retro-looking boxy TV. As I returned home after the episode had ended, I carried these visions of the cool-looking monsters that shoot laser beams and throw smoke bombs at our protagonists. When I got home, I reached my bare hand inside to grab the coal briquettes from inside my mother's handcrafted clay oven. I squatted down and began sketching out the monsters on the concrete pavement in front of our house, facing the main road. While humming to the Power Rangers theme song alongside smiling naively, the drawings came to life one frame at a time. I would vexingly tell the sound of revving motorcycles passing by to go bite the dust, often giving my monsters gibberish dialogue out of the blue. From the sphere of memory fragments, I laid eyes on the simple child that I was. One with the simplicity that was not yet untarnished by mundane affairs. Even after I came to America, my love for art and creative vision continued to flourish boundlessly. When I pick up a piece of paper and colored pencils, I fill out the pages with doodles and scraps of my imagination. It took me a while over the years to discover that my skill set didn't fit within the parameters of traditional academic credentials. While I did not excel in math or history, I did take an interest in the skill that went behind the making of inventions such as robotic hands, mobility chairs for kids, and friendly toys with sensors. If I had the funds and resources, I would like to design a braille e-book tablet for individuals with visual impairments who are also passionate readers. Due to the high cost that goes into the production of individual printed braille books, users can choose from a greater variety of genres and books by using digital braille tablets as e-book libraries. A book has a left page and a right page when it is opened. The device utilizes the same idea. The raised dots on the right side change as the reader presses a button to switch pages, while the raised dots on the left side function as a search bar and are clickable. This is also a terrific way to encourage braille comprehension because it gives those with sight loss the same access to written material as those who are sighted and enables them to enjoy reading for their lives. Although my childhood story and the explanation of this device is still exceedingly imprecise in this 600-words essay, I believe it will eventually become a useful item for many individuals with impairments.

As a feverish child in Vietnam back when I was still in elementary school, I used to love watching Power Rangers’ fight scenes. However, not every family who lived in Dong Nai's impoverished neighborhood owned a TV at the time. Every day when I returned home from school, I would hurriedly drag an imbalanced wooden stool– occasionally decorated its ligneous legs with golden honey speckles from the night before, and that my father had made it to reach the beehives in our backyard’s Banyan fig. I set the wooden stool in front of their window and peered inside with curious brown orbs. There I saw it, the neighbor’s son was watching masked superheroes saving the day on the not-so-far-away, retro-looking boxy TV. As I returned home after the episode had ended, I carried these visions of the cool-looking monsters that shoot laser beams and throw smoke bombs at our protagonists. When I got home, I reached my bare hand inside to grab the coal briquettes from inside my mother's handcrafted clay oven. I squatted down and began sketching out the monsters on the concrete pavement in front of our house, facing the main road. While humming to the Power Rangers theme song alongside smiling naively, the drawings came to life one frame at a time. I would vexingly tell the sound of revving motorcycles passing by to go bite the dust, often giving my monsters gibberish dialogue out of the blue. From the sphere of memory fragments, I laid eyes on the simple child that I was. One with the simplicity that was not yet untarnished by mundane affairs. Even after I came to America, my love for art and creative vision continued to flourish boundlessly. When I pick up a piece of paper and colored pencils, I fill out the pages with doodles and scraps of my imagination. It took me a while over the years to discover that my skill set didn't fit within the parameters of conventional academic credentials. While I did not excel in math or history, I did take an interest in the skill that went behind the making of inventions such as robotic hands, mobility chairs for kids, and friendly toys with sensors. If I had the funds and resources, I would like to design a braille e-book tablet for individuals with visual impairments who are also passionate readers. Due to the high cost that goes into the production of individual printed braille books, users can choose from a greater variety of genres and books by using digital braille tablets as e-book libraries. A book has a left page and a right page when it is opened. The device utilizes the same idea. The raised dots on the right side change as the reader presses a button to switch pages, while the raised dots on the left side function as a search bar and are clickable. This is also a terrific way to encourage braille comprehension because it gives those with sight loss the same access to written material as those who are sighted and enables them to enjoy reading for their lives. Although my childhood story and the explanation of this device is still exceedingly imprecise in this 600-words essay, I believe it will eventually become a useful item for many individuals with impairments.

As a feverish child in Vietnam back when I was still in elementary school, I used to love watching Power Rangers’ fight scenes. However, not every family who lived in Dong Nai's impoverished neighborhood owned a TV at the time. Every day when I returned home from school, I would hurriedly drag an imbalanced wooden stool– occasionally decorated its ligneous legs with golden honey speckles from the night before, and that my father had made it to reach the beehives in our backyard’s Banyan fig. I set the wooden stool in front of their window and peered inside with curious brown orbs. There I saw it, the neighbor’s son was watching masked superheroes saving the day on the not-so-far-away, retro-looking boxy TV. As I returned home after the episode had ended, I carried these visions of the cool-looking monsters that shoot laser beams and throw smoke bombs at our protagonists. When I got home, I reached my bare hand inside to grab the coal briquettes from inside my mother's handcrafted clay oven. I squatted down and began sketching out the monsters on the concrete pavement in front of our house, facing the main road. While humming to the Power Rangers theme song alongside smiling naively, the drawings came to life one frame at a time. I would vexingly tell the sound of revving motorcycles passing by to go bite the dust, often giving my monsters gibberish dialogue out of the blue. From the sphere of memory fragments, I laid eyes on the simple child that I was. One with the simplicity that was not yet untarnished by mundane affairs. Even after I came to America, my love for art and creative vision continued to flourish boundlessly. When I pick up a piece of paper and colored pencils, I fill out the pages with doodles and scraps of my imagination. With that said, I am certain that this scholarship will ultimately support me in many different ways. Being a first-generation college student, I want to be able to utilize art, a major that is severely underfunded, to pursue my ambition and profession while also being able to eventually give back to my community. I am also a huge fan and supporter of sustainability. From my viewpoint, I see it as an element in credentials that affects every single job there is. It is about addressing present demands without sacrificing the capacity of future generations to address their own. Science is one of the many sectors in which graphic designers might find themselves interested in, and I'm no exception. An essential component of disseminating scientific discoveries is using graphic designers to improve presentations and publications made by scientists. In light of this, my desire to study graphic design and further stretch myself beyond my comfort zone fuels my passion for the arts. Art, to me, is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I hope that by sharing my artwork, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine.

Everyone claims that my uncle had a gangster appearance. When he arrived from America to visit our country nine years ago, eight-year-old me, who was missing my two front teeth, had the biggest, unsurpassed grin possible on my face. I ran clumsily toward him with bare feet on the red-soiled road in an open clarity of blue, wondering which candies he had brought with him this year. Was it packages of Lay's chips or Hershey's chocolate bars? They were all luxurious items to our family, and my mother instructed me to thank him in a bow at a precise 90-degree angle. Yet, he neither presented me with a box of chocolate sweets nor a bag of chips. He gave me a suitcase full of graphite pencils. When my uncle and I were on call a few days ago, I poured out my future aspirations into our conversation. He told me that was a kid with big aspirations, but also with tantrums and an inescapable attitude. If one could carve the view into my soul, the cityscape, whether it be day or night, would be as dark and starlit as the black heavens. He picked me up from the ground with a smile, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his blouse to reveal the darkened sleeves of ink. The knights, the dragons, the fire, and the war. They tell of living creatures, of inhospitable men with eyes of ice and cold blades. An elder tree amid the middle between the two clans stretches skyward in lace of silent bark, piercing heaven. Unfulfilled tranquility, like the quiet silver grass reflecting the crescent. I've been in America for nine years, but I still harbor the same hope and ambition I aspired to reach out for. I kept one of his inaudible graphite pencils– lying inaudibly in the Chinese flower vase I used to store my art supplies, yet speaks to me more than a thousand words. He persisted and realized his ambition despite the taboo that tattoos indicate malicious intent, which still prevails among many other individuals. His first illustration on the right sleeve, is a representation of the king himself and the journey that he traveled with those around him to build a community that strives for what they believe in. It gave me the confidence to follow my path and not let fear stop me from pursuing the things that I love to do. My artistic skill set is a piece of hope that I can connect with deeply. I drew a lot of portraits that expressed myriad feelings when I was growing up, and I hope that by sharing my artwork, others will be able to connect with their unique set of skills in particular ways, just like how I did with mine. After graduation, I want to be able to help spread positive messages with my graphic arts through usages of various font silhouettes, vibrant splashes of symbolic colors, and a variety of media. I want to be able to promote the idea of waste reduction while lending the scientific field a hand in research discoveries and finding sustainable solutions. The concept of graphic design can develop the form of representation that it is attempting to promote. I see this as a chance to make the most of my involvement in the graphic design major and assist others in spreading their messages and ideas, inspiring people to act, protecting the Earth for our current generation, and so forth.

As a feverish child in Vietnam back when I was still in elementary school, I used to love watching Power Rangers’ fight scenes. However, not every family who lived in Dong Nai's impoverished neighborhood owned a TV at the time. Every day when I returned home from school, I would hurriedly drag an imbalanced wooden stool– occasionally decorated its ligneous legs with golden honey speckles from the night before, and that my father had made it to reach the beehives in our backyard’s Banyan fig. I set the wooden stool in front of their window and peered inside with curious brown orbs. There I saw it, the neighbor’s son was watching masked superheroes saving the day on the not-so-far-away, retro-looking boxy TV. As I returned home after the episode had ended, I carried these visions of the cool-looking monsters that shoot laser beams and throw smoke bombs at our protagonists. When I got home, I reached my bare hand inside to grab the coal briquettes from inside my mother's handcrafted clay oven. I squatted down and began sketching out the monsters on the concrete pavement in front of our house, facing the main road. While humming to the Power Rangers theme song alongside smiling naively, the drawings came to life one frame at a time. I would vexingly tell the sound of revving motorcycles passing by to go bite the dust, often giving my monsters gibberish dialogue out of the blue. From the sphere of memory fragments, I laid eyes on the simple child that I was. One with the simplicity that was not yet untarnished by mundane affairs. Even after I came to America, my love for art and creative vision continued to flourish boundlessly. When I pick up a piece of paper and colored pencils, I fill out the pages with doodles and scraps of my imagination. It took me a while over the years to discover that my skill set didn't fit within the parameters of conventional academic credentials. While I did not excel in math or history, I did take an interest in the skill that went behind the making of inventions such as robotic hands, mobility chairs for kids, and friendly toys with sensors. If I had the funds and resources, I would like to design a braille e-book tablet for individuals with visual impairments who are also passionate readers. Due to the high cost that goes into the production of individual printed braille books, users can choose from a greater variety of genres and books by using digital braille tablets as e-book libraries. A book has a left page and a right page when it is opened. The device utilizes the same idea. The raised dots on the right side change as the reader presses a button to switch pages, while the raised dots on the left side function as a search bar and are clickable. This is also a terrific way to encourage braille comprehension because it gives those with sight loss the same access to written material as those who are sighted and enables them to enjoy reading for their lives. Although my childhood story and the explanation of this device are still exceedingly imprecise in this 600-words essay, I believe it will eventually become a useful item for many individuals with impairments.

The scientific field significantly influenced my choice of pursuing graphic design as a career. One could postulate that design and science substantially have this pleasant correlation—as it tends to resemble a partnership here that may stretch from visibly noticeable to minute nuances. When I used to watch runways on the TV with my mum ever since I was still in middle school, I took notice of the skills and science that went into making these clothing, accessories, and even the makeup worn by the models. One striking example would be Bella Hadid's fascinating Coperni spray-painted dress from Paris Fashion Week. The viewers' experience was made spectacular by the form of art, which also brought attention to the spray-on fabric's ecological credentials. It serves as a reminder that many people believe sustainability has to focus more on becoming fashionable, desirable, and newsworthy. Likewise, graphic design is a superb example that fits this particular expression. Through usages of various font silhouettes, vibrant splashes of symbolic colors, and a variety of media, the concept of graphics can develop the form of representation that it is attempting to promote. In 2018, according to National Geographic, "6.3 billion metric tons of the enormous 8.3 billion metric tons of plastic that the world generated had turned into plastic waste. Furthermore, only 9% of the 6.3 billion metric tons of plastic garbage have been recycled." However, early innovator Loliware blew it out of the water with the innovation of "plastic" red seaweed. They introduced their first line of agar-based cups that are safe for consumption, inspiring start-ups to release brown seaweed-based edible water bottles. Another example of sustainable and eco-friendly products are the detergent sheets that are made available by Earth Breeze, which can dissolve quickly in hot or cold water. They function in all devices, including HE. By doing this, you can buy detergent in stores with a far lower amount of plastic waste. Graphics are also becoming more and more crucial for scientists to effectively convey their findings to a broad audience. The first drawings of the DNA structure, Darwin's illustrations of the "Tree of Life," and even DaVinci's "Vitruvian Man" come to mind when we envision scientific breakthroughs. These visuals have a much greater impact on viewers than a thousand words, especially those outside of specialized study communities. The idea that I’m trying to convey here is that we can promote the idea of waste reduction while lending the scientific field a hand in research discoveries and finding sustainable solutions. It is possible to draw attention to significant topics like these by utilizing striking graphic materials and salient fonts that stand out and grab the viewer's attention. Without it, branding elements like logos, billboards, and packaging wouldn't exist or would be extremely challenging to create. This is why graphic design is invaluable in business and the science field, as it plays a crucial role in product branding and marketing. Both science and art are fundamentally about observation and interpretation. They both go hand in hand, whether it be through the use of scientific data or technology like AI and VR to create art or through the understanding and communication of science through art. Having that said, the pace of technological advancement today has had a spillover effect on graphic design, allowing fresh generative design trends to take control of the field. I see this as a chance to make the most of my involvement in the graphic design major and assist others in spreading their messages and ideas, inspiring people to act, protecting the Earth for our current generation, and so forth.