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“They don’t ask me for grades. They ask me if I’ve eaten. And that’s why I work harder. Their sacrifice deserves my excellence.”

“I want to build something that helps my parents retire. And I want to teach,” she says. “There’s a little girl somewhere who thinks she’s not smart enough. I want to be the person who tells her: ‘You are. Just start at 5 AM.’” In the crowded hallway of Academia Hall, students rush past a bulletin board. Tacked to the cork is a printed list: Fall Semester Honor Students. At the very top, underlined in blue ink by an unknown admirer, is the name Sona Bella .

But to reduce Sona to a grade point average would be to miss the entire story. While most of her peers are hitting the snooze button, Sona’s day begins at 5:00 AM sharp. Her dorm room, a sanctuary of sticky notes and highlighters, is already lit. By 5:15, she has reviewed her flashcards. By 6:00, she has read thirty pages of literature. By 7:30, she is the first student in the library, claiming the corner desk by the window.