Holden Hopkins

I am a student in two colleges here at UT- both the McCombs School of Business and the College of Liberal Arts. In the interest of constructing a bio that reflects this dual nature, I think it is fitting to submit to you my LinkedIn summary, annotated in the liberal arts style. I hope this serves to reflect my personality, as well as being far easier to write than a full bio (If nothing else, I am a firm believer in cutting corners wherever possible.)I am a driven (1), well-spoken individual with a strong desire to work for social change and progress (2). I enjoy solving
problems (3), and approach situations from a variety of perspectives. I have a love of knowledge (4), and an inquisitive mind that causes me to thirst for answers (5) and understanding. I chose to pursue a dual degree in Business Honors and Plan II to obtain a diverse and well rounded educational experience, which I plan to use to further my passion of working in the public sphere (6) as a representative to advocate for positive change which benefits all (7) members of society (8).
1 I’m actually not sure what this means here. Driven? Driven towards what? Or by what? But it sure does sound good.
2 I really like this word, as those close to me can attest. We must keep moving forward- as my football coach used to
say, “If you didn’t get better today, you got worse.” I’m sure there’s a Mark Twain quote that puts it better, but then
Mark Twain never made me crawl through mud and sweat as he screamed his witticisms at me, now did he?
3 That’s a lie. No one likes problems, but they’re a fact of life, and my business communications professor said it
made me sound like someone who “gets the job done”, which I guess I am, or at least want to sound like I am.
4 Cliche.
5 Also cliche.
6 My business communications professor didn’t like this line. She said it would make employers think I’m saying I
won’t accept a private sector job. I said I don’t want to lead them on, I want to go into politics, not the boardroom of
some corporation. She said that’s unwise, and that I should at least keep my options open. I pretended to agree, then
added it back in later.
7 Emphasis all. Lookin’ at you, Donald.
8 In retrospect, I’m pretty proud of my decision to present my bio in this form. Is it the most efficient way? Doubtful.
Did I say everything I wanted to? Not even close. But it does, I believe, represent me accurately, if for no other reason
than that this endeavor has succeeded in using a whole lot of words to say very little of actual value.
 
Majors: Business Honors and Plan II Honors

Honors Programs: Business Honors and Plan II Honors

Other Academic Interests: Government, Politics, History

Extracurricular Activities:
Associate Director of SURE Walk: Students United for Rape Elimination (SURE) Walk is an agency of Student Government which provides UT students, faculty, and staff with a safe ride home from campus at night. We were founded in 1982 by Paul Begala, former UT Student Body President and advisor to Bill Clinton. This year, I have worked as director to expand and update our service, working on initiatives such as furthering our commitment to address issues related to interpersonal violence, improving our system of volunteer management, implementing a phone application to modernize the method of requesting a ride, fundraising, and more. I am also Vice President of the Plan II Student Association, have served as a legislative intern to State Representative Todd Hunter, and play Intramural Flag Football.

What drew you to the Forty Acres Scholars Program (FASP)?
I remember the day still, every detail etched into my mind. It was a rainy day, the kind of day where all the bleary forms and smudged shapes in the mist seem to blend together, a Van Gogh sky dripping down softly overhead. The word “gray” comes to mind- not a dull, lifeless gray, but rather the type of gray that seems to signal the mournful toll of the church bells, a gray composed of all the vibrant colors of a brilliant life coming to a close. Through the rain-splattered smear of the windshield, I could see the hospital- the bright red cross stood out like a fog light beckoning ships into harbor. I remember that cross most of all. Upstairs, by a rickety cot, I kneel. Feel the coarse woven fibers of the hospital blanket on my elbows, smell the stale scent of this sterile white room. I peer into his eyes as I clutch his hand in mine, eyes gone milky with age, but still holding all the vast knowledge and wisdom of a life well lived. He looks at me, unable to see, but knowing I’m there, there in his final minutes. Then, in a voice barely more than a rasp, he offers me his final words. “Do me proud, boy. Do what I could not. Go out- and be a Forty Acres Scholar.” I nod, blinking back tears. I say nothing; nothing needs to be said. We both know where our paths must go from here, and he lets free a soft smile as his soul skips away down the next crossroad of existence. He is gone from this place. Gently laying his hand back across his body, I leave too, turning my back and softly shutting the door behind me. I was five. I still wonder who that old man was.

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