“Stephanie? What’s the answer?” “Um…thirty-seven.” A familiar flush crept throughout my face. Incredibly, the warmth even spread to my eyes, filling them with inexplicable tears. “Great job.” The teacher moved on to the next question, blind to my silent dissolution. Throughout my childhood, I was petrified of public speaking; tears pulsed into my eyes whenever I spoke before classes, adults, or crowds. Mortified, I quickly acknowledged public speaking as something at which I could never excel. News came...

As future roommates, I think we need a certain frankness to get to know and trust each other. That said, I have a few confessions to make. 1. I have a bizarre book collection. Everything from medical journals to collections of award-winning high-school poetry lines my shelves. I’m open to borrowing; I’ll swap my Oscar Wilde or Alice Walker for anything Cormac McCarthy or Sylvia Plath. 2. I’m a bit obsessed with learning in any form. Glance over at...

I am motivated by the potential to give back to others. Hope matters to me, and it excites me to be able to use the resources I have to give hope to those who lack it. Sharing our gifts is an empowering way to expand the views of other people in our community. I embrace hope in its many forms, whether that means playing holiday music at a retirement home five years in a row or organizing annual Global Festivals...

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I focused heavily on my seemingly separate passions of poetry and technology and all the ways I've tried to unify them. I...