What do you want to be when you grow up? A firefighter. A model. A police officer. A rockstar. Picture an elementary classroom full of eager young children excitedly answering their teacher’s question as to what they want to be when they are older. Kids are loudly talking over each other, hands are shooting up in the air with hopes of getting called on, and then there’s me; quietly but nervously contemplating my answer in my seat. From a young age, I loved school, and getting recognition for hard work motivated me a lot. But I wasn’t sure what to answer when teachers asked us what we wanted our careers to be. I honestly can’t remember what I told them. Did I tell them the same thing every time? Did my answer change from year to year? Nothing comes to mind.
Although I didn’t know the specific job title or salary at my ripe elementary age, I knew I wanted to help people. Of course that sounds very generic. A lot of people want to help people. But how do you want to help? And what motivates you to do so? I can answer all that and more for anyone who asks, especially the person reading this essay. But before I get into that, I would like to introduce myself so that you can get to know me better and understand my motives.
My name is Camille Grullon. I am an undergraduate student from New Jersey studying biology. With that degree, I plan to pursue further education in medicine and healthcare, preferably a doctoral degree. Now that you know where I stand in my education, I can tell you more about my identity. I am a first generation American, born to Dominican immigrants. Although my first language was English, I have been speaking Spanish since I was six years old. I consider myself lucky and privileged to have resided in Wyckoff, New Jersey all of my life. From a young age, I would annually visit my parent’s home country. It was beautiful and full of culture, and I enjoyed seeing my family members, but it also made me aware of how good I had it coming from a suburban American town.
In some areas, I was witnessing a level of poverty and disease that I was sheltered from. These areas were often far from cities and had very little modern infrastructure. After some time, I realized that their problems, particularly health-related ones, were being fueled by ineducation and lack of access to adequate care. There were things that were obvious to me about health that evidently weren’t to people of lower socioeconomic status. This is not just an occurrence in this small island country, but this is something that prevails in areas all over the world where there is a lack of public health education. Without the knowledge or resources to get better, one will be forever stuck in the same place, unable to move forward.
For that reason, I specifically want to cater my career to helping and treating underrepresented groups. I believe that proper healthcare and equitable treatment is a right for all, regardless of factors like economic status or race. In order for me to make a difference in the world, my education is the first step. Money can come and go but education is the foundation to making permanent differences for a better world.