When I was a child, I wanted to be a chef. I imagined myself conjuring up these intricate dishes, just as I had seen the chefs do on my TV. Now I know, cooking is not my passion. Now I also know that I can have big dreams, but I will have to work hard to achieve them. When I was young, I thought that whatever I wanted to do, it would be given to me. This is not my case. I plan to go to college and get a degree in the medical field. My accident-prone brother Christian has racked up many hospital visits over the years. This worked to my advantage. I love getting closer to see what's going on. My parents, however, are the complete opposite. I have no idea where my interest in the medical field comes from. I want to experience the rush of an emergency room at three in the morning. I want to be baffled by new and extraordinary cases every day. I want to see life return to a patient