Angelica Marie Everson
Angelica's Story
“Mommy my feet hurt!” “Are we almost there?” “I’m tired!” were my childhood litanies to which my mother always responded: “We’ll be there soon!” and “It’ll all be better one day.” Until I turned five, my misfortunes seemed like adventures: homelessness was an extended vacation in a not-so-luxurious motel, walking hundreds of miles made my brother and me experts in pinecone soccer, and relocating from Los Angeles to the ghettos of Birmingham by bus was my chariot taking me to a three-room palace.
School is my safe haven. At school I can escape my deranged family life, enjoy a meal, relax and satiate my curiosity through learning. Education is my priority because I can control it, and if I do well, it will be my ticket out. This changed for a year in sixth grade when I attended a failing school in Birmingham after yet another move. Attending this school was the worst year of my life. I was bullied, laughed at, and made fun of, daily. No one seemed to care about me, and I felt terribly alone. But through tenacity, my mother’s support, and my faith, I survived that awful time at Erwin Elementary, and fortunately we moved to an amazing new school district. While I still lived in a dilapidated apartment, I loved moving to Homewood because it was my gateway to a better education.
Although Homewood High School is academic utopia compared to the nightmare of Erwin, it is not always ideal. My entire life, my family has relied on government subsidies like Section 8 Housing, food stamps, and free lunch. But my poverty is not the norm for most of my peers who live in nice houses and drive expensive cars. I have gotten used to the occasional laughter when a teacher refers to welfare or food stamps but one extreme situation was gut-wrenching. Last year, in AP English, we discussed whether students who can no longer afford to live in Homewood should be allowed to attend Homewood schools. Knowing this could easily be me (and, ironically, it subsequently became me) I listened, in shock, to my classmates – my friends -- argue that poverty-stricken students do not deserve to attend Homewood City Schools. I left the classroom in tears after I heard – loudly and clearly -- almost everyone sending me a message that I did not belong. I realized that many students attending my school are unaware of others’ misfortunes and lifestyles, but now I am no longer upset or hurt from this experience because I know few can relate to my situation.
The reason I am who I am now is due largely to one person – my selfless mother, my backbone, the air beneath my wings, and the person I love most in this world. Mom has sacrificed everything in her life in order to provide a better one for me. During my life I have faced lots of obstacles: homelessness, bullying, abuse, hunger, and intolerance, but through my mother’s love and sacrifices, my faith, my optimism, my perseverance, and my courage, I have overcome these obstacles. I am a better person because of everything I have endured.
College education
American University | Sophomore
Expected Graduation Date: May 2021
Major: Communications
high school Education
Homewood High School | May 2017
GPA: 3.86
Class Rank: 50/270
Top 19%
ACT: 24
Honors
National Honor Society | 2016-present
National Beta Club | 2014-present
Principal's Award | 2013, 2014
internships, work experience& Community Service
Forestdale Nursing Home | 2013-2016
Blood Drive HHS | 2016
Shiloh Baptist Church Food Bank | 2016
Mercedes Marathon | 2015, 2016
Hosted HHS Relay for Life Dinner | 2015
Spanish Club Fiesta Homewood | 2016
Wrestling Matches - Patriot Duals | 2014-2016
Hall Kent Festival | 2013-2014
Activities and Clubs
Student Activism for Women | 2016-present
Birthday Club President | 2016-present
New Birth Baptist Church Member | 2016-present
Spanish Club | 2015-present
National Beta Club | 2015-present
Peer Helpers | 2014-present
Mat Girls (Wrestling Team Support) | 2013-present
Homewood High School Band | 2013-present
Birthday Club | 2013-present
Show Choir (Legacy) | 2014-2015