As it turns out, the heart beating inside me isn't the traditional Valentine's Day heart I always knew it to be. For 8-year-old me, this was quite the heartbreak (pun intended). My dainty heart doodles, my fluffy heart pillow, my pink heart shirt had betrayed me. If those weren't hearts then what was?
That terrifying moment marked the beginning of my love for science and human anatomy. But nothing intrigues me more than my fellow heart. Its intricacy, its command, its strength baffles me. The heart is a system of itself, intimately intertwined with the nervous and endocrine systems. It doesn't ask for much, yet it continues to pump blood around the body with its faithful, steady beat. I often wonder how I live my life clueless to the excitement buzzing within me. I've dug through various books and journals to cure my curiosity. All provide a myriad of information about its structure and functions, but none leave me satisfied. The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know, pushing me to dig even deeper. Chances are the answers are right in front of me, but I'm asking the wrong questions. It disappoints me that my efforts have led to mere ambiguity, but they've only driven me to further study this muscle. The heart will continue to bewilder me, but it's nothing I can't handle. I will solve this enigma and learn its silent language.
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That terrifying moment marked the beginning of my love for science and human anatomy. But nothing intrigues me more than my fellow heart. Its intricacy, its command, its strength baffles me. The heart is a system of itself, intimately intertwined with the nervous and endocrine systems. It doesn't ask for much, yet it continues to pump blood around the body with its faithful, steady beat. I often wonder how I live my life clueless to the excitement buzzing within me. I've dug through various books and journals to cure my curiosity. All provide a myriad of information about its structure and functions, but none leave me satisfied. The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know, pushing me to dig even deeper. Chances are the answers are right in front of me, but I'm asking the wrong questions. It disappoints me that my efforts have led to mere ambiguity, but they've only driven me to further study this muscle. The heart will continue to bewilder me, but it's nothing I can't handle. I will solve this enigma and learn its silent language.
Thanks for editing! (College supplemental essay: What work of art, music, science, mathematics, or literature has surprised, unsettled, or challenged you, and in what way?)