what's on my mind
Donors and alumni scholars share lasting bond
BY HEATHER GOYETTE
With increasing student fees, scholarships play an even larger role
in making college a reality for students.
While I entered UCLA in 2000 before fiscal problems spiraled, I still
had to rely on outside assistance to attend UCLA. Of all the scholarships
I applied for in my senior year in high school, the UCLA Alumni Scholarship
was the most meaningful.
The scholarship gained meaning because it exposed me to all aspects
of UCLA: from my area interview with UCLA alumni to my attendance at the
state finals to meet UCLA students, to the welcoming reception to meet
scholarship donors.
It is this personal interaction that distinguishes the Alumni Scholarship
from many others, and in the end it convinced me that UCLA would become
my new home. While other schools told me that I should feel lucky to attend
their hallowed grounds, UCLA told me how lucky they would be to have me.
Now, as a senior and a scholarship donor myself, attending the donor
receptions, such as the one hosted by the Alumni Association on Oct. 9,
once more seems a fitting way to close my years at UCLA. Since my scholarship
was established in memory of a deceased loved one, I was never able to
meet my individual donor.
However, I recently had the opportunity to witness this special encounter
as an engaged observer. I watched my friends’ faces as they met
their donors, and I saw in them the same sense of fulfillment I felt.
I watched the faces of donors as they met my friends and saw the same
fulfillment in their eyes. The donors expressed their appreciation to
the students, which seemed ironic at the time. Here was a group of people
who cared about UCLA’s future students enough to help them financially,
giving us the means to attend college, and they were thanking us.
Somewhere between the buffet line and the speeches and above the mingled
voices, I remember the feeling of being a part of a UCLA community. That
has remained with me since fall 2000 and resurfaced tangibly as I relived
my experiences at that donor reception. Walking among new students and
donors, I was again the observer; but now, instead of being the wide-eyed
freshman, I was the seasoned Bruin dispensing advice and nametags.
My feelings of fulfillment have not changed since my first reception.
Now, however, I understand the donors’ expressions. The donors had
the same looks I hold now, thinking about graduation and the greater world
awaiting me. The donors are thanking the students for being their hopes
realized. I am watching the university’s future as others saw me
just a few years ago.
Goyette is a senior majoring in American literature and culture.
She is also an editorial and marketing intern for the UCLA Alumni Association. |