College Essay I remember watching the once dark sky become painted with such vibrant, beautiful colors; each morning stroke from an unknown artist had me gaping in awe. It was the last time I would see natural colors for the day. The routine had become easier, waking up at a time unknown to even most adults, sleepily getting dressed in whatever was on the floor, and making the hour drive to Children's Hospital of Philadelphia with my mother. At ten years old I had been diagnosed with cancer, a tumor resting on my aorta. The doctors were stunned, barely believing their own evidence. Originally, I was only scheduled for an x-ray due to a part of my torso having a bulge. The technician came out, gleefully, explaining that it was