During my childhood I fell in love with science, especially biology. It captivated my imagination and I wished that I could stay in science class all day long. Nothing else seemed to interest me the same way. I was also one of those little girls who wanted to be a veterinarian, and save every stray animal I happened to come across. As I grew up most of the other little girls found other things they would rather do, but not me. That was my passion and still is today. I am aware that science is not the easiest profession to get into. It takes hard work and endless hours of studying, but I have already decided to dedicate my life to it. Being a veterinarian is my dream, and I will do anything it takes to achieve it.
Countless people have tried to tell me that I should give up on my dream, and try to do something less complicated. I laugh at them. I remember last summer I was on my way home from guitar practice. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small brown creature making its way through a wet, muddy ditch I stepped on the brake a little bit to get a closer look at it. At first I thought it must have been a cat or something, but after I took a second glance I realized what it was. I saw a small pit bull puppy walking with a limp. It had large open wounds all over its frail body and every bone stuck out prominently. I stopped immediately in the middle of the road with absolutely no hesitation. Next thing I knew I was up to my knees in cold mud clutching onto this small dog. Crawling out of the ditch people were getting out of their cars yelling obscenities at me for blocking traffic, but I did not care. I looked down and saw the bright hazel eyes of the dog I had just rescued. I could see the words “thank you” coming from them. After I had taken it to the Houston SPCA I learned that the dog was being used in dog fights and was abandoned by its owners. Then later it was hit by a car. The veterinarians there told me that if I had not brought the dog to them...
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