My elementary school memories are a blur since my family frequently moved across the country; however, there is one memory which stands out to me. In second grade, I had the opportunity to participate in the dissection of a sheep eye. While most students found it unappealing, I was in awe holding the iris and found the myriad of colors beautiful as I thoroughly examined it. Leaving school that day, I knew I wanted to be an eye doctor. My decision was forgotten when I decided to be a ballerina the next week. Nonetheless, dissecting the eye was the most compelling lesson of my early education.
The rest of the essay went on to describe my path back to wanting to be an optometrist.