When I was younger, I could never pick what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to know everything, whether it was as a doctor, a journalist, or even a ballerina. I am not going to be any of those things, but I am still planning to learn as much as I can. Technically, the closest alignment to what I wanted to be as a kid and now is a doctor. "Elmo Visits The Doctor" was my favorite Sesame Street episode; I would throw a fit if my parents couldn't find the tape. Now, I still love medicine. I learn about diseases for fun from used textbooks I bought and have taken more medical and science classes than any other class type. But despite this, I do not want to be a doctor. Since I learned how broad the medical field was, doctor has not cut it. I loved science, but I did not want to see patients all day. So instead I learned about other fields. I considered pharmacy, pathophysiology, and forensics pathology. In the end, I discovered that there is one main thing I love the most about science and the medical field, and it is the same thing that made it so hard to choose a career. I was always curious to know more. That's why I know research science is the path I should take because I get to know and discover more, which is what I always wanted. As for a journalist, I have realized I don't want to be on the front lines of disasters or compete in the race for media attention. I used to enjoy writing but never had a creative bone in my body. I love letting the words flow out of me like water, but I also know that I cannot only write and interview people. I would get frustrated and bored to the point where I would hate it. But still, this harks back to research; I get the opportunity to write research papers, to publish words to reach across miles. But this time, I would not only write, but I would also get to do something in the lab and experience real hands-on experiences. I would get to take the aspects I enjoy of writing and make it something even more tangible. Although it may sound ridiculous, ballerina was a dream I only had well after my first doctor phase. Despite dancing for ten years of my childhood, I knew it was not a sustainable life. I loved being on stage, but my body was not built to be a dancer. I sustained injury after injury until there was no longer a passion for my dancing. Then, I discovered another way to be on stage: public speaking. I joined a school club and learned to get over stage fright and voice cracks, learned to convey vast meaning in one word, and loved every minute of it. In research, if I make significant findings, I would need to present them at various conferences, where this stage presence would finally come in handy. In a way, the younger me had no idea what she wanted to be when she grew up. In another way, she knew all the components she needed, just not a job that would fit all those things. But now I do.