The first animal I ever saved was a fire ant whose family had fallen victim to mass genocide by a hose-wielding third grader on the playground of my progressive problem-based elementary school. Within six months I had established an animal welfare organization just for eusocial insects, which continues to receive donations from a Kickstarter I created last year to protest the appellation "killer bee" for the African honey bee. Currently I am in conversation with local lawmakers, in the hopes that new legislation will be put in place to protect these insect societies from the whims of homeowners; I have even gone door to door in my town, campaigning for this legislation and offering alternatives to traditional pest control. Realizing that simply attempting to influence policy would be of little-to-no use for the current generation of abused African honey bees, I decided to give up my existence as the Heinz Ketchup heiress and moved to the nearest meadow to raise awareness for, and live among, the bees. Little did I know that I was deathly allergic to honey, which I realized one day.
Due to my physical inability to work with bees, I felt that I had reached a fork in the road: either face certain death on a daily basis, or attempt to find another passion in my life. I chose the former, and I feel that this shows my dedication to animals and the veterinary profession. After raising nearing 6 million dollars and constructing a state-of-the art African honey bee rescue facility, I chose to accept other species as well. This is when I encountered my first horse. I then realized how much I loved horses and in an effort to combine my passion for horses with my passion for honey bees, I started a program to cross breed horses with bees and created the world's first pegasus. Due to the cross breeding with the bees, my pegasus produced large quantities of honey that I used to feed and single handedly save a 3rd world country while risking life and limb due to my allergies.
My interest in veterinary medicine flourished in March 2014 when I was forced to treat my pegasus for Ebola following a relief mission to Guinea. While there, I crossbred more bees and horses to create more pegasi to give the people of Guinea a faster, more efficient way to get around. Unfortunately this also aided the spread of the virus, but hey, you live and learn, and that's what research is about. Given this field work experience, I would be successful in a dual degree program, and plan to be the face of next year's Time Magazine cover article: The Veterinary Epidemiogist who saved the world. I soon discovered, however, that the pegasus that I had so painstakingly created had given me Ebola, and I wound up falling into a coma before being transported from Guinea to Princeton Plainsboro Hospital. Dr. House was charged with treating me, and I miraculously realized that I was able to understand everything that was going on around me while in the coma. Although initially bored, I soon passed the time by learning about medicine from the doctors that treated me, and was awarded an MD upon waking up from my coma.
With my new medical degree in hand, I returned home to my grandmother, who had been sick for a very long time with an unknown illness (it was not lupus).She willingly submitted herself and her prized Persian cat to my first trial of a new Ebola vaccine. Unfortunately both died, but I believe these experiences have prepared me for veterinary medicine and given me the desire to improve human and animal healthcare one resurrection at a time. To follow this, I interned at a
state-of-the-art research center and conservation park near Central America, where I revived fossilized honeybees to study the chemical composition and health benefits of prehistoric honey. After working there for over a year, I was allowed access to the classified dinosaur research labs, and became involved in the
Velociraptor behavior project. It was my primary goal to domesticate the fiendish brute into the most highly regarded service animal. I approached this project with appropriate caution, studying the Jurassic Park textbooks in depth to learn from previous researchers' mistakes and ensure that I was adequately prepared to bring an extinct species into our modern world. Unfortunately, despite the strictest of precautions, I lost my right arm and six of my toes during rigorous training sessions. Fortunately, my concurrent research on starfish limb regeneration paid off and I regenerated my missing parts with only one additional extra toe. In addition to bringing back the
Velociraptor, I used my experience reviving fossils to bring my grandmother and her cat back to life; for this I was awarded a Nobel Prize.
However, I am beginning to see the social and political implications of my resurrection skills, as scientists have requested that I bring back dodo birds, Einstein, and Shakespeare.
Instead, I took a third option and revived several notable philosophers, including John Stuart Mill, Frederick Nietzsche, and Thomas Hobbes, to create a Resurrection Council and delegate this responsibility.
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Though you guys are such rule breakers...you're only supposed to add a sentence at a time 
