Olivia Jade Giannulli, me, Sayria Jade, and Faye Claire
Last year I went to pick up some makeup for my sister-in-lawâs birthday at Sephora. I ended up staying an hour longer and getting a picture with Olivia Jade. When I met her, I would have never have guessed that she would become the poster child for Americaâs biggest college scandal. Comments on her Instagram posts (before they were disabled), Reddit, left and right-leaning news publications and YouTube crucified her as a selfish, dumb brat that didnât deserve anything she has, let alone her college admission.
None of the commenters actually know her. Itâs all conjecture. None of them have skin in the game or a scar to show. I did.
I applied to USC the same year she did with âeverythingâ I needed to get in: a 1500 SAT score, 11 gold medals from state-level vocal competitions, internships at a startup and legacy companies, multiple recommendation letters from very successful people with grades to match, and ~1200 hours of community service.
But, I didnât get in â Olivia took âmy place.â
Did Olivia and the other students know what was going on? I canât say for certain. The FBI affidavit shows that several parents tried to hide what they were doing from their kids and, in Oliviaâs case, itâs plausible that her constant celebrity life made her too busy to know. Again, I canât say for certain. So, do I condone what happened in the scandal? No, cheating is wrong and it has consequences. But thatâs not the topic Iâm covering in this article.
Olivia and her sister left USC because they were scared of being judged by their friends and peers and were overcome by the shame that came from the scandal. Some pointed out this could be a PR move; I doubt it. How many times have you been scared of seeing your friends or family over something much smaller than a national scandal?
So what am I saying? That I donât hold anything against Olivia and, in fact, I want the very best for her. I understand that it was God who had different plans for me so he closed my opportunity at USC.
I can only imagine what she is going through right now
That feeling of shame⌠I know it, you know it too; we all know it well and thatâs what I want to talk to you about. I was on track to graduate high school at 15, but ended up graduating âon timeâ. A lot of stuff happened growing up that made me mess up again and again. Part of me wants to point to those who played a part in that and hurt me and my plans. But I screwed up. I didnât know how to handle all the problems I had or approach others for help until it was too late. Thankfully, Iâve grown so much as a person, thanks to those who have helped me! I still struggle with many things, but my ability to handle them and move beyond them is so much greater. How did I go from âbottom of the barrelâ to âtop of the heapâ?
Godâs grace.
That shame we each carry around because of what others did to us, what we did or didnât do is so much to bear. Before we lash out at those who are going through something, take a step back and remember what itâs like for you.
There is an awesome story about King Saulâs grandson, Mephibosheth, the son of Jonathan. Mephibosheth literally means âmouth of shame.â When he was 5 years old his grandpa and dad died in battle. Mephiboshethâs nurse, fearing for his life, picked him up and ran, but she dropped him, crippling him. When he was a grown man he lived in Lo-Debar, a backwater town not fit for a prince. Why did he live there? Because He was scared for his life. It was common for new kings to kill off anyone that could challenge their legitimacy.
When King David learned that he was alive, he sent for Mephibosheth. He was as good as dead.
But David did anything but kill Mephibosheth. Despite Saul hunting down David, trying to âpin him to the wallâ with a spear, and much more, David gave Mephibosheth all the land Saul had and treated him like his son â a prince again. Was David just being really kind? No, David did all that because he had a blood covenant with Jonathan to ânot forget him [Jonathan] or his family and always bless him.â
That is the story of a prince whose very name meant shame, who was crippled by someone else, lived in a backwater town, raised up to new glory to live in the kingâs palace. That can be your story. You are a prince/princess. You might have messed up or someone might have messed you up, but there is a king â The KING â who wants to raise you up. His name is Jesus.
Our shame is unbearable; itâs the gravity that makes it hard to breathe; itâs the weight that makes it hard to even fake a smile; itâs the heat that suffocates you at night and wakes you in a sweat; every day it says, âYou canât move forward. No one is going to forgive you. They arenât smiling with you, theyâre laughing at you! They hate you.â
Just as David, a king, pulled Mephibosheth out of his broken down life and into the kingâs palace, Jesus, The KING, is ready to do that FOR YOU! Just as David had a blood covenant with Jonathan, Jesus has a blood covenant with God, and He has never and will never forget it. No matter where you were, are, or will be, Jesus loves you as much today, as your worst day, and your best day: always the same â infinitely.
When I met Olivia last year I didnât know she had been accepted to USC and she didnât know I had been rejected. Could she have taken âmy spot?â Arguably, but I doubt it. And, I donât hold anything against Olivia, donât feel that I have a reason to, and, in fact, I want her to go through what I went through: redemption. Iâm far from perfect, Iâve messed up much more than I share here and Jesus still loves me. Jesus loves you. You donât have to turn around and run towards Him. Just turn, because He is running towards you.
âYour [Jesusâ] love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me.â - âOne Thing Remainsâ by Jesus Culture
To Olivia and those involved, to those watching from the sidelines like me, that love is for you.
We can love others because Jesus loved us first. (1 John 4:19)
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