I deserve this scholarship because I am applying so incredibly early. Surely a month and a half is more than enough time to put me ahead of my competitors. Writing this at eleven PM is a surefire way to make sure my application is the best it can be! Some may say not proofreading is a dangerous game, but to me, it just proves I never make mistakes. My academic goals include sitting next to the hottest person in class. Ideally, their broad, muscular shoulders will be the perfect shape for me to look over! Sharing is caring, am I right? Career wise, I hope to start a business that creates tasty soap. Just because we can't eat it doesn't mean we shouldn't want to! Just this morning, I overcame the obstacle of the century. Upon going to the pet shop for cat food, I discovered that the $225 wet food I typically purchase was out of stock! After demanding why there wasn't an associate in-store willing to make it for me by hand, I called the brand and let them know they will be seeing a strongly worded email soon. I soon decided it was not worth the trouble, and instead, imported a cheap, $95 paté from Germany.

Every aspect of my life has always been planned to a T. By the age of twelve, I decided I was going to be a marine biologist. I was sure of it. They made money no one in my family could dream about; Finishing a degree was a luxury that had never been granted. I was going to be great. I had to, for my family. The older I got, the more my family congratulated me for a life soon to be well lived. Yet, my junior year, as I sat taking my AP Biology course, I was lit on emotional fire. I could not, would not, be stuck in a lab for the rest of my life. The test made me realize I could never do this for a living, that maybe I had never actually wanted to. I had convinced myself I needed to fulfill what my ancestors never could, what they immigrated for me to attempt. I struggled with the possibility that my 'dream' had been passed down. People died on their way to bring me here, and here I was, realizing that maybe my only goal was to be happy. I did not dream of work. I dreamt of a quiet home, of dogs lying in a bed I bought, and the people I love in the next room. I had no desire to be in school for the rest of my life. I had a desire to take care of what I loved. And so, I do. I dropped the idea of some prestigious college I had never truly wanted to enroll in, and enrolled in a veterinary program. I am not responsible for the lost dreams of my ancestors. I am only responsible for my own. And my happiness deserves to be dreamt of.