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After I graduated high school, I would move to California and get a record deal. As a
10-year-old filled with innocence, it seemed like that was the perfect plan. As I grew up,
I remember in 5th grade I had gone to visit my cousin's house in Greenville for
the weekend, and my cousin and I were hanging out with one of her highschool friends.
As we were walking downstairs to get snacks, I heard a thud. I turned around and my
cousin's friend collapsed while she was walking. I just stared; I tried to move but I could
not bring myself to. My cousin shouted for her mom and she started running up the
stairs. Once she arrived upstairs, I still found myself unable to move. She began to
check her pulse and my cousin called 911. My dad heard the commotion, and ended up
pushing me into a room that I was locked in until the situation was resolved. I was still
very confused and had a very difficult time processing what just occurred. I remember
feeling guilty; feeling as though I just stood there and didn’t help. I could have called
911, I could have ran to get her mom, I could have gotten out of the way; I could have
done anything other than just stand there. After the EMTs showed up, my aunt and
cousin went with the friend to the hospital. I was let out of the room and my dad assured
me she would be fine. When my aunt and cousin returned, they attributed the collapse
to dehydration. My aunt informed me that they had to stick some needles in her to give
her the fluids she needed. I recall asking if they brought her back to life, and my aunt
replying that they used magical fluids to restore her life (I now know that it was an IV
and not any mysterious magic magical fluid). I genuinely thought that was the coolest
thing in the world. I then chose a more practical occupation to be when I grew up, a
doctor. Even though I first got into medicine because of the magical fluid, I believe that it
My first step to becoming a doctor was to learn more about science. I had
always been interested in science; it was my favorite subject along with math. I wanted
to gain literacy in science and the conjunctive terminology that accompanies the field. I
learned about a science camp through one of my teachers at school. I told my mom and
she agreed to sign me up. At Imhotep Academy, I learned how to conduct experiments
and labs through trial and error with the supervision of the teachers. I also learned the
process of summarizing the results of the experiments and presenting them to the
parents at the end of the program. In high school, I began taking more rigorous
subject. I took honors and AP classes to help prepare me for my future college. Also to
prepare for college, I started working to see what was complimentary to me. I ended up
When I first began my work in childcare, I was doing it because I liked kids
and was used to caring for them. My childcare days began in the sixth grade because
going from my three siblings at home to 10 kids at camp was an easy transition. The
kids were always filled with energy, happiness, and excitement. Being able to
communicate with the kids made my job tremendously easier. If a camper was having a
bad day, we would talk about the situation, and then they would walk away with a smile
because they released what they were holding in emotionally. Once, a little boy came
into camp for his first day. His mother was carrying him as they walked in, and he was
clinging onto her for dear life. If he squeezed any harder she would have popped. I went
over to them and I offered to carry him and he buried his face in his mom's neck. I went
to get some toys for him to play with, and I swear he knew what I was trying to do. I
brought the toys over, and he stuck his tongue out at me then rolled his eyes. His mom
had to get to work, and she got him to get off of her. As soon as she put him on the
ground, she left, and he started crying louder. Then I started to fake cry and we were
“crying” together. When he heard me crying, he stopped and just watched me and then
he started to laugh. I guess my pain made him happy. Once he stopped, I asked him
why he was crying and he told me that he was scared that his mom was going to forget
him at camp. I assured him that she would not and that I would call her to remind her
just so that he would feel better. Of course, I did not call her, but I think he just felt
comfort knowing that if she did forget, I would remind her. The kids in my group felt like
they could tell me anything, and most of the time they did! They felt comfortable
confiding in me, and I loved that they felt safe telling me their secrets. This was when I
The journey towards becoming a doctor is a long and treacherous one, but I have
confidence in myself to finish my target and reach my goals. College is only the
beginning of my future. I will do my best and try my hardest in college, and then I will do
whatever it takes to be a good doctor. I know becoming a doctor is not a cakewalk; it will
require a huge amount of effort, dedication, and hard work. But I will never lose my
heart and passion. I know that one day I will become a doctor.