My collegiate experience thus far can be described in one word: turbulent. I attended the University of Texas at Austin for five years before I withdrew from school. Originally, I was a Molecular Biology major with my sights on eventually being accepted into a medical school. After my first three years at UT-Austin, I was well on my way to reaching my goal of attending medical school; however, I had a change of heart after I came to the realization that this was not the life and career that I truly wanted. I was worn out, depressed, and not in the right mindset at the time and my grades eventually began to slip. For the next two years, I tried to finish out my degree and look towards changing my career path after my undergraduate studies. This
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I felt, as though, I was going through an identity crisis. Tensions were high between my parents and I, my relationship of five years with my significant other had suddenly ended, and I had lost complete interest in my studies. I had never experienced this sort of setback before, so I had a very difficult time recuperating from this emotional car wreck. Growing up in a typical Asian-American household, I always felt immense pressure to succeed in whatever I attempted because my parents had given me a life that they had worked tirelessly for since they moved to the United States from South Korea. With that initiative, I also worked tirelessly to always be at or near the top of my class all throughout grade school. I achieved many accolades through school and as a musician for many years, so I felt that this type of success was bound to transfer into my collegiate career. I had never really experienced any kind of failure and constantly felt pressured to live up to the expectations of my family and peers around me. This led me to believe that a career in medicine would be the only way to justify their praise and
I felt, as though, I was going through an identity crisis. Tensions were high between my parents and I, my relationship of five years with my significant other had suddenly ended, and I had lost complete interest in my studies. I had never experienced this sort of setback before, so I had a very difficult time recuperating from this emotional car wreck. Growing up in a typical Asian-American household, I always felt immense pressure to succeed in whatever I attempted because my parents had given me a life that they had worked tirelessly for since they moved to the United States from South Korea. With that initiative, I also worked tirelessly to always be at or near the top of my class all throughout grade school. I achieved many accolades through school and as a musician for many years, so I felt that this type of success was bound to transfer into my collegiate career. I had never really experienced any kind of failure and constantly felt pressured to live up to the expectations of my family and peers around me. This led me to believe that a career in medicine would be the only way to justify their praise and