My June has been very eventful. I’m moving to attend a UWC. Although I’m excited, I’ve realized now, just how difficult the visa and registration process is. In addition, my scholarship does not cover flight fees. I have two jobs to help pay for my flight fees. The visa application requires a lot of documents. The school registration requires a very large medical evaluation, documents, and information I currently do not have. I also have to set up a lot of doctor appointments because I can’t really do that when I move. Thus, I have to schedule dentist, doctor, optometrist, and dermatologist appointments. I’m stressed but I know everything will work out, I just have to be patient and organized.
There was another school shooting today. Nineteen children and two adults. They were elementary students. Many were around the same age as my brother. I'm upset. How many more children die before our policymakers and our gun-rights supporters realize something needs to change. I'm scared it might happen to me or, even worse, my little brother. I feel as if I am begging for basic necessities, like, please let me go to school and feel safe while I learn, please value me over the right to bear arms. I'm sorry to their parents, family, and peers. I know my apology won't matter much. Still, I doubt they'll receive one from the individuals who supported policies limiting gun control or provided monetary support to the NRA, including individuals like Ted Cruz, who donated $174,274, and Mitch McConnell (KY), who donated $1,267,139. Both of these individuals are politicians, and it's disgusting.
To those lost, I hope you are no longer suffering. May you find peace. "What is lovely never dies, but passes into another loveliness, star-dust or sea-foam, flower or winged air."—Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I believe I just experienced one of the most defining moments. Specifically, what I gained from it. I have been a part of sports since I was very young. So much to the point that I would unnoticeably self-sabotage myself. I loved softball unconditionally and blindly. I put my full attention on it when the season came around and even let go of opportunities because of softball. Unfortunately, this was my last season, and I did not get to play a lot because of an injury. In addition, My coach made me feel completely and utterly worthless. I have never once in my life felt so miserable. I dreaded going to practice and even games. However, I continued to show up to every event, which ultimately took up my free time. Practice typically lasted three hours, and there would be around ten games a week. Thus, I fell a little behind in school. I thought if I made myself inexpendable to the team, my coach would appreciate me more. However, on and off the field, he continued to criticize me.
Often by yelling or threatening my position. It was a heartbreaking experience. I used to love softball entirely, but he made me dread even enjoying it. Finally, I got the courage to speak with him about my grades, and he shamed me. Claiming I was selfish and had no priorities, even hinting that I was a liar. I immediately started crying, to which he rolled his eyes. It almost feels like a movie writing it out. However, his response was not letting me play my last week of games in my final season as a punishment. I cried so much for about two weeks after. Until I had this epiphany, Why was I so sad. It was never the sport that made me feel terrible; it was simply him. Then I realized I never wanted to allow someone ever to make me feel scared to address my flaws again. There will be more opportunities and experiences in the future. Instead, I will keep the happy memories of softball and let everything else go. Now, I think I am coming to terms with everything. However, I still get sad thinking about how I'll never get to play again. But I am making progress. I am pleased that I got the courage to talk to him about my grades. I always avoided talking to him for fear of repercussions. But most of all, I am happy to know it's okay to receive rejection and let things go when a relationship becomes harmful.
I'm not sure how to go about writing a blog. I've never really written much about myself. However, I do enjoy writing about interesting things I find out about. For example, Today, I learned more about the Dust Bowl—a series of devastating dust storms—through the novel, The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. I believe it mirrors the idea that human actions significantly affect the natural systems on Earth. Although the Dust Bowl is categorized as a natural and anthropogenic disaster, it was primarily kindled through poor agricultural practice. Specifically over-plowing and too much topsoil exposure to the sun.
In my Environmental class, we learned about these poor agricultural practices and had many debates. In one of the said debates, my classmate argued that some people do not care to address climate change because they do not experience its consequence. Which I agreed to. However, I never really managed my poor practices contributing to climate change. I participate in a couple of sustainable aspects like limiting food waste, recycling, and reusing. I just never really experienced the great consequence of climate change. However, the book specifically stood out to me because of its message. In the end, Rose of Sharon—the protagonist's sister—gives birth to a stillborn baby. Uncle John—the protagonist's uncle— offers to bury the baby. Instead, he places the body in an apple box to "go down an' tell' em...[to]...rot an' tell em that way" (448). He chooses to allow the baby to decompose. Thus exposing the reality of their sufferage to the unenlightened (many people in the U.S. did not know what was happening in America's prairie parts). I stuck with that ending because it reminded me of my classmate's argument and cemented my belief that people's opposition to believing in climate change may partly be because they have not experienced its effects. Thus, I am glad to be a part of a program that highlights various aspects of STEM and the arts. Hopefully, in the future, I can use something I gained from this program to make a lasting and beneficial impact on combating climate change.
I was introduced to this project through my mother, a dedicated individual in my life and education. She felt this would be a fantastic opportunity. I quickly read through the collection of letters on my screen. I then knew this opportunity was meant for me.
During my application, I was asked, "Why does this project interest you?" Naturally, I thought a lot about whether I, myself, was a good candidate for this position. However, almost all my questions lead to the question of "how did I get here?"
Initially, I wanted to be a part of this opportunity because the Space Messengers project was a challenge, something I had never done before. In addition, STEM has always had a significant influence on my life, and I viewed The Space Messengers project as another opportunity to build upon my knowledge.
I mustered up the courage and submitted my application. It was revealed the results would be announced soon.
After I was accepted, we had our first meeting. It was exciting, and after only a couple of sessions, I knew then that it is impossible to specify an area of science that is interesting. Everything about science is entirely consuming and hypnotic. Science is astonishing, magnificent, and incredible. Science has no constraints. When I explore the universe's complexities, it makes me feel like I am floating. It is constructively challenging and beautifully complex. The incorporation of varied subjects and methods in our project is so captivating. The Space messengers project incorporates an expression of human creativity that universally connects us all and makes science so ineffably glorious.
The STEMarts apprenticeship has reignited my explosive interest in STEM. Although it can sometimes be stressful, it is one-hundred percent worth it.