Why I Want To Become A Forensic Pathologist

In the process of getting my recommendation letters written, I stopped by my junior Physics teacher’s class. By this time, the full pressure of college application season had set in, and I began to doubt myself and my abilities. I showed my old teacher the list of everywhere I was applying to. He asked me what I wanted to major in and I said business. Not doubting me and knowing my potential by how I performed in the class, he recommended that I apply to UPenn. In fact, he himself was a Penn graduate, and said that in 30 years he had not recommended anyone else go. This encounter boosted my confidence in myself, and this is why I am applying and writing this essay today. He saw in me what I began to forget about myself. My whole life, people have been telling me how much potential I have: teachers and family members alike.

In kindergarten, I wanted to be an ice cream maker. At 8, I wanted to be a forensic pathologist with my own lab. At 10, I wanted to be a pop star. I created my own album and could dance just like Britney Spears. In 2014, I used to draw out plots of land for sale on Google Maps and make house plans for them. One day, I drew out a plot of of land and realized that the acreage that was advertised was not the true acreage of the property, so I called the realtor and told them that they should get money back from the government. I was so young, that the realtor thought I was a woman calling. See, I know now truly that I have potential, but I have no idea doing what. This is where the University of Pennsylvania comes into