I became desperately devoted to my education because I saw knowledge as the key to freeing myself from the chains of ignorance.While learning about cancer in school I promised myself that I would memorize every fact and absorb every detail in textbooks and online medical journals.
I have been evaluated by the College Board and have placed within the top percentile. I am not a test score, nor a debater, nor a writer. And I became so when I realized three things:1) That the world is ruled by underwear.
There is a variety of underwear for a variety of people.
I want to be there as an oncologist to remind them to take a walk once in a while, to remember that there’s so much more to life than a disease.
While I physically treat their cancer, I want to lend patients emotional support and mental strength to escape the interruption and continue living.
Over the years, everything--even honoring my grandmother--had become second to school and grades.
As my shoes humbly tapped against the Earth, the towering trees blackened by the forest fire a few years ago, the faintly colorful pebbles embedded in the sidewalk, and the wispy white clouds hanging in the sky reminded me of my small though nonetheless significant part in a larger whole that is humankind and this Earth.
I started to believe that academic perfection would be the only way to redeem myself in her eyes--to make up for what I had not done as a granddaughter.
However, a simple walk on a hiking trail behind my house made me open my own eyes to the truth.
You have your ironed briefs for your businessmen, your soft cottons for the average, and hemp-based underwear for your environmental romantics.
But underwear do not only tell us about who we are, they also influence our daily interactions in ways most of us don't even understand.