In the past, it seemed as though my life was relatively easy. I was born into a loving, well off family, good grades came easily to me, I was accepted into every college I had desired, and then, best of all, I was accepted into medical school. My life long dream came true and I was ecstatic. Although I was accepted into quite a few schools, I chose the Philadelphia College of Osteopathic Medicine because of its reputation and how close it was to where I wished to practice, Southern New Jersey. My dream school was UMDNJ-SOM, now Rowan-SOM, but I was not accepted there until August, after I had committed to PCOM and had my apartment leased. Nevertheless, my hard work paid off and I would be an osteopathic physician; I was more than elated, I was on could nine.