Most people say they were scared or nervous about going into school for the first time, however, for me at least, it was quite the opposite. From my fourth birthday onwards, I couldn’t wait to finally be free again, as I knew that I would be moving on from day-care to pre-k. In other words, I would be moving on from daycare to pre-k. In other words, I would be going from a tiny building to a huge school, Pine Grove Manners, Elementary School. Truth be told, I was a bit sad, as I was the only child from my daycare to be going to Pinegrove, so in other words, I would never see my friends again. Yet, I was still more excited to be experiencing a new opportunity. In my school’s pre-k, we only had one teacher, and the class was so large that it…show more content… You start off calm and relaxed in 9th grade, fresh from middle school. People tell you, but you still have no idea the incredible highs and lows you will go through due to many reasons, not just academics. Still, you move on, pushed by the self-churning water. As you get closer and closer to moving onto college, the water picks up in speed & intensity as you develop, learn skills for both school & life, and become an adult. Eventually nonetheless, there is one the one last great fall & gushing of water, similar to the senior events of applying to colleges, going to prom, and graduating. At the bottom, the water collects into the larger river of college, and eventually that too juts out into the ocean of life & the real world. When I first started high school, life had finally caught up to me, and repeatedly punched me as I struggled to do many things from managing grades & testing to attempting to become more involved and not fade out. I was faithfully trying my hardest to maintain all A’s throughout high school, and even though I failed at that during 10th grade (and quite badly from receiving a C+ in AP Bio), I still tried and never gave up. High school was an eye-opener as well for how disconnected I had become from people & society. For instance in 9th grade people I thought I were close with, I realized I wasn’t as I had no one to really TALK to on a deeper level when I needed it the most. It also became evident how…show more content… If you try to tame it by making a plan no matter how hard you try it will change. Despite all this we still have aspirations, goals, dreams, and we work hard everyday so that we can achieve them. For although we cannot control our future, we can at least help guide it to the right path with dedication and effort. My aspirations include many short-term and long-term goals. For instance, within the year, I will apply to the University of Pennsylvania, and, god willing, I will hopefully get in. Afterwards,, in five years, I can see myself taking the MCAT exam to get into med school. God willing again, I will pass and get accepted into the Perelman School of medicine. Statistically, my chances of this occurring are slim. UPENN has a 9.4% acceptance rate, the MCAT has a 50% passing rate, and Perelman has a whopping 4.1% acceptance rate. I won’t lie, this does worry me, but I know that I can’t give up. Again, like my father told me, “you can’t be afraid to try just because you think you’ll fail”, and so, I will try, with every ounce of my being I will try. Even if I don’t get to achieve my goals, I know that I put up a good fight, and with every closed door comes an open window. So with the effort I put in, other opportunities will show up, and hopefully I will be able to achieve something of a similar caliber. In the long-term, I see myself as a surgeon being busy but also being able to save lives, and thus, saving peoples
