College Admissions Essay: I Am Not Special

I am not special.
On the day of my graduation I did not go. I reminded myself on that the day that it was not special. Everyone graduates high school, right? I reminded myself that my achievements were not special. Thousands of students have done more, for far greater causes, right? I reminded myself that I am not special. I will never be the pretty one, the fun one, the cool one.... or the smart one. Because I, well, I am not special. I have never started a business, or kayaked the ocean. Even in my own passions I am sub-par; I love to boulder, but can’t climb a 5.8; I am an avid proponent of robotics, but my team has never made it past the state level. Therefore, so what if I could not afford the honor sash, cords, cap and gown? I did not want to wear it anyway; purple

Why do I feel this urge to make an impact on the lives of those around me and change the world? Why does my idea of life in ten years include images of rice fields and 3rd world "hospitals", running through villages tackling disease, infestations, and starvation? Why in my dreams do I imagine myself as the doctor I begged to help my brother as a child, praying for steady hands and steep lines? Why does my concept of success linger on ideas of radical social change and medical revolution, engulfed on the battlefront of modern clinics and hospitals, offering care to individuals regardless of nationality, socio-economic background, or creed? Those are the ambitions of great men; those are the dreams of profound individuals of undeniable character; those are the musings of significant people, triumphant through endless tribulations, difficulties, and challenges. That is the future of a special, strong woman, defined only by her own perseverance and boundless courage; a woman who expresses the sentiments of legacy and legend; a woman who is able to suppress her own fears and apprehensions for the sake of others. She is the representative of the heroine I am