"My parents were working as farmers on the paddy field, each earning $1 for every 8 hours of work. As a family of five, that meant we were living on $60 a month."
I have become a horde of poetry that sleeplessly pours out of me in the small hours of the night, of the lyrics behind songs without melodies, of novels whose endings I am eager to pen down.
Indian Carnatic music is a part of me that rarely finds its way anywhere outside my Sunday morning classes.
I've been stuck in quarantine for many months now and recently I have been scrambling for scraps to keep my bank account from dying.
Since COVID started my mom has been laid off and my dad only works 3 days out of the week
"Between the political tension from where I come from to racism in the country that received me, I feel like I have to fight three times harder than others."
I worked until 11 p.m. everyday, so juggling all of this became extremely difficult on a daily maximum if 4 hours of sleep.
I want to be many things: an entrepreneur, a scientist, an engineer, a movie producer. If I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to achieve these things in the magnitude that I envision.
I am a 20 year old black female Muslim and I am a sophomore at the University of Illinois majoring in social work. I have always wanted to be a doctor.
My name is Jakub Klocek and I am currently a sophomore studying biology here at the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign.
I have 2 jobs, and apply for scholarships to try to make it work, and take every opportunity I can. With perseverance I know I can make it, and do all of the things my younger self always dreamed of.
After I got the MRI done, I was sitting in a room with my mom when the doctor came in looking distraught and she proceeded to tell me I have breast cancer in stage 1B with a small tumor.
I never let the limitations deter me from my dreams. My senior year, I saved as much money as I could, even leaving school on my lunch break to work for that hour.
I do, but I think I would be doing a disservice to myself and others if I did not use the resources I was granted to pay it forward and help those in need the same way I was.
My mother is undergoing chemotherapy. My immigrant father who provides for 5, is working in construction. While I watch my father and mother struggle, I am fighting for social justice and maintaining a 4.0 gpa’