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“No role models and I'm here right now

No role models to speak of

Searchin' through my memory, my memory, I couldn't find one” – J. Cole

Think of the first person you’ve ever admired. Perhaps you thought of someone in your neighborhood growing up or a family friend.

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Every year since 1986, we, as a nation, have celebrated Martin Luther King Jr. Day on the third Monday of January. Martin Luther King Jr. is viewed as the architect of racial harmony in this country, and not many figures in our history are revered more.

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We often think of movements or even advocacy in general as something visible. If we can’t see it, we don’t feel it’s happening. Oftentimes movements are visible or at least have some tangible components. What do you remember about the civil rights movement?

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The very first occupation I was interested in becoming was a police officer; whenever one was around, I could not take my eyes off of their gleaming badges. For an assignment in school during kindergarten, I was asked what I wanted to be when I grow up and why.

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Growing up, I always loved to read. Some of my fondest childhood memories include going to the library with my mom to pick out books, and then reading them together. As I got older, I developed a passion for writing as well, finding my voice and feeling the true power the written word can hold.

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I’ve always loved storytelling and I’m always searching for new ways to tell stories. I love singing, performing, art, music and, most relevantly, writing. Since I’ve started college, I’ve added some new passions to my list.

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Growing up, Nick at Nite was somewhat of childhood pastime as shows like “George Lopez,” “The Nanny” and “Family Matters” were the focus of my attention.

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I have understood the power of words since a young age. I distinctly recall the first time I published a piece at age 13, and the apprehension with which I described my sentiments as a bi-ethnic second-generation Tibetan in exile.

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I am so bad at expressing myself. Oh my gosh, you guys, I am so bad at expressing myself.

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As a child, I used to think about the stories and poems I wanted to write when I got older. Whenever something funny happened, I thought of how I could write a story about it and make someone else laugh too. Yet, I never actually put pen to paper.