What is your intended major? Discuss how your interest in the subject developed and describe any experience you have had in the field - such as volunteer work, internships and employment, participation in student organizations and activities - and what you have gained from your involvement.
The year 1995 signifies a harsh, tragic loss for my parents, me and the rest of our family. After fighting through the majority of the year, my nine year old brother lost his battle in September, a week shy of his tenth birthday, to a brain tumor. At the time I was only five years old and the loss hit me like a ton of bricks as I'm sure it would anyone. Being so young, I am surprised by how much of the memory I can still recall in pristine detail. The moment I decided what I wanted to be when I 'grew up' did not occur in any spectacular, awe-inspiring, or grand fashion. I'm not sure there was even an exact moment to begin with; the goal just seemed to arise as I realized how helpless I had been through my brother's struggle. He was my role model, one of the heroes of my childhood, and the noble traits he possessed are ones that I value dearly and strive to attain daily even now. His life had been in the hands of the surgeons, which was a lot of pressure; I realized I wanted that pressure for myself and wanted my efforts to be a deciding factor in the life of a child. I also understood that no matter how well trained they were, there were certain things which could not be controlled. They were "the best" according to my mother, and I always felt a bit more at ease knowing that she had trusted their hands operating on her son. I decided I wanted to be the best and learn what it was that couldn't be controlled, and how to control it. I felt that if I could prevent the grief that struck my family, from being inflicted upon anyone else, my purpose would be fulfilled. Thus began my pursuit of an MD-PhD program, although I certainly did not know how to put it in the correct terms as a child.
Throughout elementary school I did well and felt that this goal of reaching medical school and becoming a scientist who would contribute to cancer research was attainable. Through middle school I lost that train of thought, and I began to feel as if I was incapable of accomplishing that goal of mine. This goal began to fade and nearly disappeared in high school as school became second priority and going to college was something I was no longer sold on. Frustration built up, and not knowing who to talk to, I learned to handle it through my faith, volunteer activities, and sports. For my parents' sake I went to a community college but struggled to motivate myself because I was confused at what I wanted to make out of my life and fought constantly with an amiss idea I could never reach that childhood goal. I was ashamed at what my academic career had become after beginning in such a promising manner and I longed for a second chance. Around this time an opportunity to attend Oral Roberts University opened up and I took it; giving myself one last run at discovering what I was truly passionate about. After one semester of Biology and Chemistry courses, I realized my passion was with science and with people. This lead me to applying for and being accepted into a summer research program funded by TABERC (Tulsa Area Bioscience Education and Research Consortium) at the Oklahoma State University Center for Health Sciences in the lab of Dr. Kathleen Curtis. Through this experience I acquired an intense passion for research and realized a new goal of pursuing an MD-PhD program; a career that embodies the dreams of my childhood. Although there is no excuse for poor academic performance, I can only attribute those years to a time I found myself directionless and in pursuit of nothing meaningful. I know now what I want to become, or at least have come to realize it once more.
The year 1995 signifies a harsh, tragic loss for my parents, me and the rest of our family. After fighting through the majority of the year, my nine year old brother lost his battle in September, a week shy of his tenth birthday, to a brain tumor. At the time I was only five years old and the loss hit me like a ton of bricks as I'm sure it would anyone. Being so young, I am surprised by how much of the memory I can still recall in pristine detail. The moment I decided what I wanted to be when I 'grew up' did not occur in any spectacular, awe-inspiring, or grand fashion. I'm not sure there was even an exact moment to begin with; the goal just seemed to arise as I realized how helpless I had been through my brother's struggle. He was my role model, one of the heroes of my childhood, and the noble traits he possessed are ones that I value dearly and strive to attain daily even now. His life had been in the hands of the surgeons, which was a lot of pressure; I realized I wanted that pressure for myself and wanted my efforts to be a deciding factor in the life of a child. I also understood that no matter how well trained they were, there were certain things which could not be controlled. They were "the best" according to my mother, and I always felt a bit more at ease knowing that she had trusted their hands operating on her son. I decided I wanted to be the best and learn what it was that couldn't be controlled, and how to control it. I felt that if I could prevent the grief that struck my family, from being inflicted upon anyone else, my purpose would be fulfilled. Thus began my pursuit of an MD-PhD program, although I certainly did not know how to put it in the correct terms as a child.
Throughout elementary school I did well and felt that this goal of reaching medical school and becoming a scientist who would contribute to cancer research was attainable. Through middle school I lost that train of thought, and I began to feel as if I was incapable of accomplishing that goal of mine. This goal began to fade and nearly disappeared in high school as school became second priority and going to college was something I was no longer sold on. Frustration built up, and not knowing who to talk to, I learned to handle it through my faith, volunteer activities, and sports. For my parents' sake I went to a community college but struggled to motivate myself because I was confused at what I wanted to make out of my life and fought constantly with an amiss idea I could never reach that childhood goal. I was ashamed at what my academic career had become after beginning in such a promising manner and I longed for a second chance. Around this time an opportunity to attend Oral Roberts University opened up and I took it; giving myself one last run at discovering what I was truly passionate about. After one semester of Biology and Chemistry courses, I realized my passion was with science and with people. This lead me to applying for and being accepted into a summer research program funded by TABERC (Tulsa Area Bioscience Education and Research Consortium) at the Oklahoma State University Center for Health Sciences in the lab of Dr. Kathleen Curtis. Through this experience I acquired an intense passion for research and realized a new goal of pursuing an MD-PhD program; a career that embodies the dreams of my childhood. Although there is no excuse for poor academic performance, I can only attribute those years to a time I found myself directionless and in pursuit of nothing meaningful. I know now what I want to become, or at least have come to realize it once more.
