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The moment I am out of the World
As I went through the narrow path to the podium, I couldn't help the shouting. Yes they stretched their hands just to touch my shirt. It was a standing ovation. Everybody was happy for the giant accomplishment in Medicine. Few steps to the podium the commentator looked at me and said, "This is one giant step for mankind; it was because of People like this Alfred Nobel introduced this prize." But just as I was about to be handed the trophy I heard my brother say, "Promise you are late for Sunday service."
My aspirations for the Nobel Prize in Medicine didn't start today. Since my childhood I have been keeping record of the names of Nobel Prize in Medicine winners. I have made great sacrifices for this dream. Standing right there in front of my 10th grade class at the vacation day and looking helplessly at the ceiling above my head I couldn't endure the pressure. They said I was careful, organized, and I had a strong work ethic therefore I would make a great mathematician. Maybe they were right, but I couldn't find any better field to integrate these virtues. Although my identification with Mathematics would mean that I would continue representing the school at competitions, but I would make the biggest mistake to sell my real identity. When I came home the next day I found my mum sobbing.
Mum has fought against my idea of being a Medical doctor for a long time. Everybody at home wants me to take over from my maternal grand father who was a Mathematician. But all the difficulties have made me inseparable from Medicine. These obstacles inspire me to pick up my surgical blades. Yes whenever I make an incision, I stand back to admire the architectural wonder that lies inside the belly of the rat. Because of these hindrances I can stand for four hours inside the laboratory. It is this moment I am out of the World. Watching my specimen closely, I nod at the simplest observation. I could be slapped yet I wouldn't be distracted. Nothing else matters to me than my identity.
I sit down in my room listening to rustling of the dead leaves. My dream is still vivid. I would have loved it if I wasn't woken up. But there is still a chance for me. I can still be handed that trophy. Although every college gives opportunities, the only opportunity I need-to be handed the trophy-can be given to me if I attend Ohio Wesleyan University.
The moment I am out of the World
As I went through the narrow path to the podium, I couldn't help the shouting. Yes they stretched their hands just to touch my shirt. It was a standing ovation. Everybody was happy for the giant accomplishment in Medicine. Few steps to the podium the commentator looked at me and said, "This is one giant step for mankind; it was because of People like this Alfred Nobel introduced this prize." But just as I was about to be handed the trophy I heard my brother say, "Promise you are late for Sunday service."
My aspirations for the Nobel Prize in Medicine didn't start today. Since my childhood I have been keeping record of the names of Nobel Prize in Medicine winners. I have made great sacrifices for this dream. Standing right there in front of my 10th grade class at the vacation day and looking helplessly at the ceiling above my head I couldn't endure the pressure. They said I was careful, organized, and I had a strong work ethic therefore I would make a great mathematician. Maybe they were right, but I couldn't find any better field to integrate these virtues. Although my identification with Mathematics would mean that I would continue representing the school at competitions, but I would make the biggest mistake to sell my real identity. When I came home the next day I found my mum sobbing.
Mum has fought against my idea of being a Medical doctor for a long time. Everybody at home wants me to take over from my maternal grand father who was a Mathematician. But all the difficulties have made me inseparable from Medicine. These obstacles inspire me to pick up my surgical blades. Yes whenever I make an incision, I stand back to admire the architectural wonder that lies inside the belly of the rat. Because of these hindrances I can stand for four hours inside the laboratory. It is this moment I am out of the World. Watching my specimen closely, I nod at the simplest observation. I could be slapped yet I wouldn't be distracted. Nothing else matters to me than my identity.
I sit down in my room listening to rustling of the dead leaves. My dream is still vivid. I would have loved it if I wasn't woken up. But there is still a chance for me. I can still be handed that trophy. Although every college gives opportunities, the only opportunity I need-to be handed the trophy-can be given to me if I attend Ohio Wesleyan University.