My journey didn’t begin at UNC Chapel Hill. It didn’t start in North Carolina, and it certainly didn’t start with a plan. Instead, my story began in a tiny coastal town called Englewood, Florida that was continuously swept off its feet by ruthless storms. On August 13, 2004, Hurricane Charley took a sharp turn right into Southwest, Florida, knocking my home completely off course. Looking back now, I can hardly remember the details, or what my mom might have been thinking as she put bike helmets on the heads of me and my four siblings as she tucked us into the hallway bathroom to keep us safe from falling debris. What I can remember, however, is the feeling. That was the night I first learned what it meant to be scared, and what it meant to be strong. The next morning I woke up to a new lesson, one about the importance of leaning into community in hard times and what it means to be an active agent of support. These are lessons I took with me that have been vital to my success at UNC Chapel Hill, and this is the kind of story that I am passionate about telling and doing my part to support in others.At UNC Chapel Hill, I am committed to uplifting others, fighting for social justice, engaging with members of our community, and telling stories of resilience and growth, just like that of the hurricanes that battered my home each year. I am open to any and all opportunities that uplift these ideals and those similar, from the arts and education, to civic engagement and more. This is the work that I use my Artistic Management and Political Science degrees to achieve, as I've had the honor of working with each part of our community, from young dancers to matured voters. I look forward to continuing this important work in the town I love and beyond.