When I was three years old I started a used Band-Aid collection. Sure, I was obsessed with my Barbie bandage and my dinosaur one too, but I did not have the pretty covers facing up. I taped them with the blood up front. I was fascinated with the different colors and many shapes my blood had created. To my dismay, my mother discovered the old, used bandages and immediately threw my assortment into the garbage can. I look back at that memory now and see that she was right to do so, but I still smile remembering my frustration. I, like I am sure every other applicant will readily tell you, have always known I wanted to be in medicine. From being the best in my family at the game Operation to taking all the medical pamphlets I could find at doctor’s