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"I leaned back into the cool, form-fitted leather chair as we climbed through 10,000 feet. I was in the passenger area of the newest model Citation X jet, being flown by a friend of my father. This was the life I had come to enjoy, and it was all soon coming to an end. I left that plane on the tarmac my freshman year at my Ivy League university’s private airfield, and would not get a chance to enter it again for almost 3 years.
Life in college was drastically different than anything I had experienced before. I had no car, no driver, and no housekeepers. Suddenly, all the responsibility of cleaning my room, getting up in the morning, and taking my clothes to the dry cleaners was on me, and me alone. The change was hard, and led to an initial drop in my grades during that first year, but once I was able to move out of the dorms, and into a new, beautiful local villa, I was able to regain a part of my former self. Still, life was a daily challenge to go out and buy food, study for my finance classes, and navigate the bureaucracy of university life. However, I realized that my passion was not for finance, the numbers and equations were just too difficult, and actually, unnecessary. I switched my major to Psychology after realizing my true passion.
One summer in Hawaii, I was out in front of our house on the perfect, private beach of Na-Halu’Koke (the name that my grandfather gave it, meaning The Golden Shore). This was a place I had called home for every summer of my life, and was a place in which I felt safe. But, just as I had experienced a change when I went to college, I had a shocking change here. Normally, I can lie under the sun for hours, and I can tan perfectly. However, this day was different, and as I lay sleeping in the sun on the edge of the bungalow, my skin was being assaulted like never before. That day, I sustained a sunburn across the length of my shoulders, back, and neck. The sunburn was very painful, and lasted for multiple days, it made putting on and taking off my shirt very uncomfortable and I had to spend that time indoors, watching all of my friends enjoy the sun and surf without me. While I sat inside for those few days, I began to realize that the pain that I felt was the pain that the people of the world also felt. I had a moment of realization; I knew that my true calling was to become a doctor and to heal that pain. Just as my skin was burning, so was my desire to be a physician.
Being a physician would be the perfect job for me. Many of my family friends are doctors, and have amazing lives. I have watched them and feel that I would be fulfilled by following that path. Being a doctor would allow me to live the life I had always led before coming to college, and to continue to soar the skies in my very own jet plane. Rising upwards into the clouds, just as I would rise up to the challenge of becoming a doctor."
"I leaned back into the cool, form-fitted leather chair as we climbed through 10,000 feet. I was in the passenger area of the newest model Citation X jet, being flown by a friend of my father. This was the life I had come to enjoy, and it was all soon coming to an end. I left that plane on the tarmac my freshman year at my Ivy League university’s private airfield, and would not get a chance to enter it again for almost 3 years.
Life in college was drastically different than anything I had experienced before. I had no car, no driver, and no housekeepers. Suddenly, all the responsibility of cleaning my room, getting up in the morning, and taking my clothes to the dry cleaners was on me, and me alone. The change was hard, and led to an initial drop in my grades during that first year, but once I was able to move out of the dorms, and into a new, beautiful local villa, I was able to regain a part of my former self. Still, life was a daily challenge to go out and buy food, study for my finance classes, and navigate the bureaucracy of university life. However, I realized that my passion was not for finance, the numbers and equations were just too difficult, and actually, unnecessary. I switched my major to Psychology after realizing my true passion.
One summer in Hawaii, I was out in front of our house on the perfect, private beach of Na-Halu’Koke (the name that my grandfather gave it, meaning The Golden Shore). This was a place I had called home for every summer of my life, and was a place in which I felt safe. But, just as I had experienced a change when I went to college, I had a shocking change here. Normally, I can lie under the sun for hours, and I can tan perfectly. However, this day was different, and as I lay sleeping in the sun on the edge of the bungalow, my skin was being assaulted like never before. That day, I sustained a sunburn across the length of my shoulders, back, and neck. The sunburn was very painful, and lasted for multiple days, it made putting on and taking off my shirt very uncomfortable and I had to spend that time indoors, watching all of my friends enjoy the sun and surf without me. While I sat inside for those few days, I began to realize that the pain that I felt was the pain that the people of the world also felt. I had a moment of realization; I knew that my true calling was to become a doctor and to heal that pain. Just as my skin was burning, so was my desire to be a physician.
Being a physician would be the perfect job for me. Many of my family friends are doctors, and have amazing lives. I have watched them and feel that I would be fulfilled by following that path. Being a doctor would allow me to live the life I had always led before coming to college, and to continue to soar the skies in my very own jet plane. Rising upwards into the clouds, just as I would rise up to the challenge of becoming a doctor."
