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Explain the importance of your academic major in today’s society. My academic major is biomedical science. There are many specifications that can be done using this major: veterinary medicine, human medicine, dentistry, podiatry, osteopathy, pharmacy, and optometry, among others. In my case, my specialty will be human medicine. To complete my major, I must complete Common Body of Knowledge (CBK) courses including Introduction to Biology I and II (BIOL 111/BIOL 112), Fundamentals of Chemistry I and II (CHEM 119/CHEM 120), Organic Chemistry I and II along with their labs (CHEM 227/CHEM 237 and CHEM 228/CHEM 238), College Physics I and II (PHYS 201/PHYS 202), and Business Calculus or an equivalent (MATH 142). As you can see, since these classes are only the core courses, this major is quite rigorous and requires self-motivation and discipline. Then again, if I did not have discipline, I would not be pushing myself to become a doctor. There are certainly easier majors that make as much money and that do not require as much mental strain and rigor. Despite the grind, there is plenty of fun to be had in the classes, at least in my humble opinion. Classes like Introduction to Food Bacteriology, Medical Entomology and Biochemistry are all classes that pique my interest as well as fulfill my major. In all honesty, if I could go to school for the rest of my life, I probably would. But while learning will always be a hobby of mine (and something that I will never stop doing), I do want to give back to the world using what I’ve learned. I want to help people the way that I have been helped along in life. I want to “Pay it forward,” as they say, and I feel like the best way to do that is by becoming a doctor. It is a fact of life: people are always going to get sick. And where does someone go if they are sick? Well, they go to the Doctor’s office, of course! Personally, I have wanted to be a doctor ever since I can remember. While I had passing infatuations with being a ballerina and a musician like all young girls do, being a physician has been the steady rock in my life that I can always lean back onto, at least career- wise. In society, doctors play a vital role by being the connection between the “normal” human society and the scientific society. The developments in the field of medicine will always be applicable to the lives of regular people, and the position of the physician is the buffer for the anxiety and doubt that people feel about disease and the lives that they must live out in the world. Doctors today are also vital in debunking internet myths about diseases that people think that they suffer from due to a simple google search. People can think that they have cancer or some other incurable disease until they go to a doctor and are told that it is just a simple stomachache. And in a post-pandemic world, doctors have become more critical than ever. As they say, not all heroes wear capes, and doctors working during the COVID-19 pandemic have and continue to save countless lives every day at the risk of their own lives and reputations among friends and family. And however much the pandemic wrecked countless lives, it would be exponentially worse if doctors were not on the front lines helping patients. While doctors may be seen as purely clinical people or those that are only in the job for the money, by taking countless precautions and working overtime for months on end show that they do care for others. I have certainly experienced this in my own life, and I hope to treat others as I would be treated when I become a doctor. Explain any special personal or family circumstances (exceptional hardships, challenges, or opportunities) contributing to your need for financial assistance.

I consider myself an optimist, but looking at things realistically, my life has only gotten harder. Of course, I knew that pursuing my career goal was never going to be a walk in the park; my own father drilled this into my head at an early age whenever I expressed a hint of difficulty in my studies, even though at the time I was never sure whether what I was doing was for myself or for my parents- in fact, I’m still not sure if I’m being completely honest. But that emotional turmoil aside, I will not lie and say that this past year has been easy. If anything, it has certainly tested my patience, sanity, and emotions to the limit many times, and it is during these times that I thank God I have a car so that I can just go in it, lock the doors, and cry. I don’t need to do this often, but the option is certainly something that I have to be thankful for. Now, onto the extenuating circumstances, since that is what whoever is reading this is here for. Firstly, classes have been testing me like never before, both literally and figuratively. I find myself thinking, not for the first time, that “A C is all I need,” especially for classes like Organic Chemistry and Physics. Oh, the depths to which we have sunk to maintain our fragile sense of happiness. The entirety of the semester has been a battle against depression for me; the few moments that I do get to rest soon turn into making sure I don’t sleep for an entire day, since the situation that I find myself in seems hopeless anyways, and I think “What’s the point of getting up?” These intrusive thoughts have been exacerbated by the fact that my parents are continuing being too wrapped up in themselves to notice or even care that anything is wrong with me, and they certainly don’t care how their decisions are affecting me. My mother has called me late in the night many times, crying to me about her situation and threatening to kill herself, saying that I would be better off without her. Now don’t be mistaken, I would never say that she is doing this for attention, and I am not callous, and I am constantly walking a tightrope between realizing that she got herself in the situation she’s in and feeling sad for her and trying to console her. It seems I can never do either correctly, and both are equally exhausting. Whenever we speak, she somehow manages to bring up my father, who cheated on her about 4 years ago, beat her, and is now living with another woman, comfortable as you please. I certainly understand her bitterness because I feel it myself a lot of the time, but her saying things like “I hate your father,” and “I wish he was dead,” are doing nothing to help me process my trauma, nor will they help her. I’m always telling her that I just want her to be happy and safe, and after everything this is the one thing I still believe and want for her with all my heart. Summarizing, for me this year has been full of emotional and mental hardship because of the winning combination of the difficulties faced by children of divorce (which I know I am not unique in experiencing), the increasing difficulty of my course load, and the mounting expectations that are looming in the near future (aka, taking the MCAT and applying to medical school). However, through all of this I know that I cannot give up, even if sometimes finding the reason to continue seems pointless. Through my scars (both literal and metaphorical), I find the accomplishment of simply surviving. And they continue to remind me that no matter how much things hurt, the memory of the pain leaves me stronger to face the present. Life doesn’t get more forgiving, we just have to get stronger.

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