I plan to pursue a nursing degree and soon after, a neurology degree. A huge part of the reason I want to be a neurologist is to demonstrate what healthcare professionals should be. Caring, personal, and concerned with their patient's health as their healthcare provider. I hope to attend ETBU( East Texas Baptist University) and eventually TCU (Texas Christian University). I am a Baptist Christian and have been my entire life, though now as I grow older I'm starting to truly understand and resonate with God. I was born from a teen pregnancy. My mother was starting college and my father hadn't even finished high school. Nonetheless, they chose not to abort me, even though they hardly had the means to raise me. It's been a rocky road since then. My mom's spending addiction, my father's gaming addiction, my mother's postpartum depression after having my middle brother, it's been a lot. I witnessed all of it firsthand, from a child's perspective, no less. According to my mother, It never bothered me though, I was always a happy chatty baby. Now that I'm older, I truly understand that the things that I was put through, no child needs to see. I hate pitying myself because there are so many others who have it so much worse. My raising was rocky but my family at least loved me, truly I have no complaints about how I was raised because it takes truly knowing the bottom to know you've reached the top. Though I understand that there is so much worse than my experience, and deeply offer those who suffered like that my condolences, Being preschool-aged and eating almost nothing but sandwiches in a roach-infested apartment, living where rats were common, and having to tune out my parents fighting over my mothers spending, my fathers neglect at the time, keeping what I knew bottled in to not start an argument between them, learning how to potty train and change diapers because my father would be so lost in his game that my brothers were uncomfortable in diapers or unsure of the proper way to use the bathroom...they know because I taught them. I picked up the slack, and I became my mother's therapist, I hid my brothers and distracted them from the fighting, and they came to my room when they had nightmares, not my parents' room...they woke me up. My mother likes to say that I'm her angel...I'm certainly not an angel on my own, I am a vessel for the lord, and I have been all those years that she needed me, and was there and understanding and knowledgeable enough that I could pick up where they were falling off. I thank God that it's gotten better, I thank God for the mercy he has given me and my family, and the love he has shown to us to bless us when we don't deserve it. My mother says it's a generational curse in my family that no one has been able to go to college and complete it. I am a first-generation university student in the making. I am determined for what I want, and I put my trust in God. I will not fall victim to this curse and I will be the Godly woman he is raising me to become. I will get both of my degrees, and find my husband, and I won't conceive until God says the time is right. Thank you so much for considering, have an amazing day.