
Why Yale?
Attending Yale University has been my dream since I was in 5th grade. At first it was just a child's wish that was born when I first searched up Yale and saw their mascot Handsome Dan. At the time bulldogs were my favorite animal and I became obsessed with the idea of Yale. However, as I got older I found out why Yale had been calling out to younger me: And. Yale's foremost principle not only promotes diversity, but also expands their student's accessibility to various educational and vocational activities. I have many interests and I want to pursue the activities that I have continued in my life till now. I'm interested in writing for the Yale Daily News (the country's oldest college daily news platform), working on their podcast, and joining the Archery Club there. Also, since visiting Cambodia I've been wanting to learn Khmer. However, there are not a lot of colleges that offer the language except for Yale. I would love to learn many languages!
Why University of Tokyo?
Truly, I miss Japan. Although I lived there for only four years of my life, I still consider it home. I miss the culture, the food, the people, the language, and the sites. If I were given the chance to study at the University of Tokyo I would be able to expand my education not only scholastically, but culturally as well.
Why Notre Dame?
My grandfather, who is no longer with us, would always watch Notre Dame games and would even visit the school from time to time. My grandmother gave me a hoodie my grandfather bought for my dad in Freshman year. Wearing the hoodie and touring the college made me feel closer to him. In particular he loved the Touch-Down Jesus painting. Furthermore, the school was incredibly beautiful and peaceful.
Dream Job: My dream job is to work for the U.S. Embassy abroad fighting against international human trafficking cases as a prosecutor. This future aspiration of mine came after I read about human trafficking in Cambodia during an AP Human Geography class. Although many students may have read that sentence and continued to read, it stuck with me. I remembered the time I went to a floating village in Cambodia with my family. I remembered seeing the children running around playing with smiles on their faces. It hurts me to imagine that those very innocent and happy children are subjected to such disgusting crimes. Since then, I find myself watching documentaries about operations against human trafficking, for example I love "The Abolitionists" by Tim Ballard.