Every year in elementary school, I dreaded my birthday. Someone would ask my age, and my answer would inevitably trigger responses such as, “You’re ten in the third grade! Are you stupid?” Too embarrassed to ever answer honestly, I would talk in circles around the questions, refusing to let anyone know the truth. The truth is, I was diagnosed with anxiety and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder after a seemingly innocent event left me traumatized at age four. To an adult...

For Georgetown and most of my other schools, I wrote my supplemental essay about my relationship with my grandfather and work tutoring students with learning disabilities. Both of which, I tied into why I want to become a doctor capable of saving other people and continuing to use what I've learned to help others.