I’m on my way to McDonalds with my
sister, a religiously ensued routine we’ve walked every Sunday in snow, rain,
and blazing heat all in the name of crispy hash browns and moist egg McMuffins.
She suggest we take a back route for a change, one that steers clear of the
distinctive eateries and distinguish LAKE theater that dot LAKE street. Three
minutes into our walk, we pass a statue that strikes my attention. I backtrack
to the gold statue and immediately recognize and notice its Frank Lloyd Wright,
my idol, inspiration, motivator, and reason I want to be an architect. The
homes surrounding the statue are striking and beautiful. The substantial beams
were tall and overpowering. Each shingle of the house gleamed a different shade
of blue. The silver ornamental terra cotta trimmed the pediment. My community
wasn’t as wealthy as Oak Park, famous for its mammoth and unmatched houses
featuring the architecture of a once highly sought after designer icon.
And one day, while I would like to live
a home that rivals the houses in Oak Park, I’d rather be cited as an individual
who has helped their community, than one resides in one of its lavish
houses. A house to some degree is an
extension of ourselves; its quirks and damages a mirror of our character; the
interior design an indicator of our personality. With this opportunity, I
intend to be a game changer by creating more homes for those who would not have
one otherwise. By being a game changer I will be able to create an opportunity
for people to receive an education no matter what age for free. I hope to build
a community college that also offers housing for disadvantaged. Making an input
in ideas and thoughts that will create a positive change in my community and
possibly major difference is how I will use my education to be a game changer
in my area.
I am a Game Changer because I am
dedicated to the integrity of my craft. I am a Game Changer because I seek to
improve my community in everything I do.
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