Cole was not just a regular medical student; he was his class’s Vice President and ranked number three out of his class of over 200. In the minute and a half it took Cole to tell me about his life, I went from feeling like a sheep without its wool armor to a self-assured lion ready to bare its sharp teeth. Leaving campus, all the other Mini-Med students were revealing to their parents their awesome, blood filled week enthusiastically. Walking down the long hallway to exit the building, tears welled in my eyes and the goofiest smile appeared on my face. I told my parents as they were giving me a very concerned look, “I can do this. I can get into medical school, and I will succeed. In ten years, I’m going to be a neurosurgeon, not a sanitation specialist.”
Before this moment of clarity, I believed my small town upbringing defined(vivid verb) my future, but now I know one does not rely on the