Mira
Camillo

I grew up in London, where some afternoons after school my mom and I would race down the escalator to the Marks & Spencer food hall, naming as many foods as we could from the wall displays before we reached the bottom. Whoever named the most took the basket. I always took the basket.

The food hall was my very own museum, every label a small geography lesson, every section its own installation, arranged with a logic that felt like respect for the food, for where it came from, and for the person deciding whether to buy it. When my family moved to Florida, I stood in a Publix aisle staring at a single shelf marked "International Foods" and understood something I couldn't yet name: that flattening is a choice, and it has consequences.

That instinct, that specificity earns respect, has driven everything since. I write about how AI is reshaping the lives of teenagers: what these systems do to us, what they do without us, and who's missing from the rooms where they're built. I study how bias hides inside the platforms my generation uses every day. I build programs that refuse to leave girls in Tamil Nadu on someone else's shelf.

I am a rising senior at Riverview High School in Sarasota, Florida, pursuing the International Baccalaureate Diploma. I intend to study pre-law with a focus on AI ethics and human-centered AI policy.