If I had a dollar for every time I’ve been told “Wow, you’re so lucky you’re Hispanic and your parents don’t make that much money, you must qualify for, like, so many scholarships,” I wouldn’t actually need the scholarships. What I hear is “Hey, you don’t receive the same opportunities and privileges as I do so it must me great to receive a stepping stool to reach barely half of what I am able to!” Newsflash: that stepping stool is not some free gift that’s just handed to you. For some reason non-marginalized people believe some degree of oppression and inequality buys you a pass to an easy life, a notion that slaps me on the daily and that I’ve yet to understand. By attributing our success to our identities you invalidate our efforts and insult our struggle.
Let me tell why I’m actually not lucky to be a minority/low-income/first generation immigrant/student, but before I do that let me tell you about the people who belittled my choices in colleges I was applying to because I was “aiming too high,” insinuating skepticism towards my abilities and in turn causing me to doubt myself. Let me tell you about the number of colleges that rejected me because of my resident status and intentionally denied me an opportunity based on something that was out of my control.Let me tell you about the nights I spent quietly crying in the bathroom trying to determine how exactly I was going to pay for college when I knew my parents were virtually unable to contribute even a small percentage. Let me tell you about the complete hopelessness I felt when trying to learn how to fill out the FAFSA and other important forms because I had nobody to teach me how to interpret and duplicate the information on my parents’ tax returns.
Let me tell you about how I can’t even decipher what I’m typing right now because recalling every obstacle I’ve been faced with and continue to face brings tears to my eyes because it’s just not fair. We’ve never asked to be put in this situation of adversity. We’ve never asked to take on so much responsibility at such a young age and with such a lack of direction. We’ve never asked to be placed in a perpetual state of uncertainty about things that our peers don’t even have to think twice about, but I’m supposed to believe I’m “lucky.”
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Last week I had the honor of visiting Madrid, Spain with about 30 other NYU students through the Presidential Honors Scholars Program, and it was truly an unforgettable experience spent with extraordinary people. I was only there for a week and in all honesty we probably only got a total of 8 hours of sleep during our time there but I already miss all of it! As I had never left the continent before this trip I took this as an opportunity to completely leave my comfort zone and explore, not only to learn more about Spain but to also learn more about myself. With that being said, there was a lot to be learned that week.
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If you’re like me and get yourself stuck in a lot of tricky situations your first resort is to look for an adult, but at this point in life I’ve come to realize that I am an adult. With this realizations comes the fact that the world does not revolve around me and I have to take responsibility for all of my actions and their respective repercussions. Sad, I know! With that being said I also have all the freedom in the world to finally engage in my interests and pursue what I’ve always wanted to do, so I guess being 20 isn’t as scary as it seems to be. It’s time for us wavy girls to leave our comfort zones and discover what the world has in store for us and what baggage should be permanently left behind.
You always used to say “When I grow up, I want to do so and so and be so and so.” Well, guess what? You’re a grown up now; have you met all those lofty dreams you proposed as an idealist 7-year-old who also believed Lindsay Lohan had a real twin in The Parent Trap? I’m not saying all those dreams were idle desires derived from having a wild imagination; there certainly had to be some realistic and fully manageable goals that are not too late to reach, and it is also never too late to create new ones. Do not, however, confuse these goals with temporary tasks. The goals I’m talking about are those that you continuously contribute to and that will lead you to the life you’ve always wanted to achieve, and that not only look good on a resume or when introducing yourself to a colleague or at a party but that also factor into your happiness and well-being.
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If you made a new year’s resolution to apply for more scholarships this year, you’re not alone! Luckily for you this month there is a long list of scholarship applications that you don’t want to miss out on. Remember: if you think you won’t win because a lot of people are applying, “a lot of people” are thinking that too so you might as well apply!
The JRC Insurance Group Scholarship – Due Feb. 1st
One $1,000 scholarship for Spring semester will be awarded for those who write the best essay explaining why life insurance is important and how to put your family first when it comes to finances in 1,000 words. Open to undergraduate students and high school seniors.
Black Note Smoke-Free World Scholarship – Due Feb. 1st
One $2,000 scholarship award for writing a 750 word essay on how to create a smoke-free world. Open to full-time college students.
Internet Security Scholarship – Due Feb. 1st
One $1,000 scholarship will be awarded to the best written essay that answers the question: Where do you see internet security in five years? You must post your essay on your website or blog and it must be between 400-600 words. Open to high school seniors, undergraduate students, and grad students.
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I’ve practiced my elevator speech at least a hundred times and yet I still never know how to introduce myself, but I always start out with the fact that I’m a Latina; it’s something I have so much pride for and that has defined every step of my trajectory. My parents and I moved to Houston from Mexico when I was really little. I am a low-income student and the first in my family to attend college in the united states, yet I still moved hundreds of miles away from home to attend New York University aka one of the most expensive institutions in the United States. Wait… what? Those things don’t correlate much at all, right? I always saw college education as a luxury and with that price tag I thought it was nearly unattainable in my case. Nearly.
Raised in an immigrant family you always feel a strong responsibility to contribute as much as you can at home. I was too little to get a job so I took agency over the only thing I had complete control over: my education. I was determined to go above and beyond the expectations my parents set and I understood that one day in the future my academic endeavors would allow me to pay my parents back for all the sacrifices they’ve made. Imagine thinking all of this at an age where all my other peers were solely focused on Lizzie McGuire and Tamagotchis (which I sadly never had the privilege of owning. Shocking, I know!) In middle school I became fully aware of how difficult it was not being financially secure. Even if my merits warranted invitations to prestigious programs and trips I would feel heavy disappointment when I had to turn these offers down due to my inability to afford them, now imagine turning down an invitation to a friend’s birthday party because you were too hesitant to ask your parents to give you money for a birthday gift. This anxiety pushed me to do some research and figure out what I could do at my age; this is when my Etsy shop, Pofibon, was born. Through YouTube videos I taught myself how to crochet, and in the years following I created a business out of my hobby all while still maintaining straight A’s in school and helping my parents around the house. I owe my work ethic and perseverance to my background, and seeing positive results pushed me to work even harder and do even better than I believed I was capable of doing.
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