I learned that Im not the failure and loser I thought I was turning out to be. A steadfast commitment and an obsessive drive to prove to myself that my value as a person is not negligible and that my future kids will not be a burden to society due to their genetic heritage they inherited from me.
I grew up in the ghetto where gangs ruled and I was bullied viciously b/c I was the odd one out and a very late bloomer, so my grades in elementary and middle school were miserable. In high school, after escaping the ghetto, I always scored 90+ in classes but it was meaningless as it was heavily dumbed down and I never had to study. So most of my life I strongly suspected I was stupid and a waste of space.
I was wholly unprepared for undergrad. I didnt know how to study effectively, not to mention, having spent most of my time goofing off with friends. Unsurprisingly, my 1st 2 yrs were really bad. I knew the future in store for me (depressed & back in ghetto) so I made school priority #1. After learning & refining my study techniques during junior yr, I began earning ~4.0s starting senior yr and graduated with cum/sciGPA of 3.0/2.8. Downright awful, but I persevered with a post-bac.
I applied twice to no avail. Disappointed, but nowhere near defeated. I applied a 3rd time as super-super-super senior and finally got in! My family, most friends, and career center advisers in both colleges I attended all suggested I quit and try something else. With each failed cycle, their "I told you so" subcommunications grew more palpable and a few even said it outright. But, to their surprise, I proved them wrong --though I didnt really care for their opinions on this to start with for varying reasons. I proved to myself my true value and that I wouldnt be setting my future kids up for failure by dealing them a bad genetic hand. Im real excited to start D school now, Im gonna love every minute of it.