My response to sexual assault stands out among the personal accomplishments of which I am proudest. For over a year, I struggled in therapy to learn to control the symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I took solace in the relationships I forged at school: I revered my professors and met several like-minded peers who became friends. Despite everything, I made the Dean’s list for that Spring semester. I devoted myself to my work in the Writing Center, even volunteering to visit undergraduate classes as a guest lecturer. I helped farm the school’s taro patch and participated in citizen-organized beach pick-up initiatives, finding peace in nature. By the end of my undergraduate education, I had cultivated a commitment to helping marginalized
