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Vincent Choi

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Vincent Choi was born in Hong Kong in 1994. Though Vincent did not try very hard in high school, he decided to move to the United States and go to school to become a surgeon.

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Everyone holds a goal or a dream when they come to the America. Some people are here to meet new friends; some are here to work; and some are here to study. While everyone has diverse objectives, they're all here for some reasons, just like me. I am here to purse my unattainable, but greatly desired ultimate dream, to become a surgeon in the U.S. I was born and raised in Hong Kong, and flied across the Pacific Ocean to Washington state three years ago. That is the beginning chapter of my journey. The pathway to achieve my goal is definitely harsh and bitter. First of all, language is a barrier. This is probably the most irritating thing that I am still struggling with. To be honest, I was a lazy student back in high school. I slept on the desk during class and missed all the homework, and needless to say, my exam results were predictably awful. As a student who was used to neglecting homework and who chilled with friends all day and night, the decision to study medicine has brought me to a point that I have to study twice as harder than other students who also have the same goal as me in order to keep up the school work. Actually, my friends in Hong Kong and here in the America were all so surprised when they heard about my changes, but they supported my decision and encouraged my effort by sending me warm messages.

During the three years I spent in Washington, I volunteered at a hospital because I believed it would give me a chance to understand clearly what exactly being a doctor is. Although I wasn’t qualified to work as an assistant, helping directly with the medical staff as a receptionist has brought me some experiences that I never thought I would encounter before. I remembered one embarrassing moments on the first day of my work when a call was dialed to my working desk. A doctor had just finished taking a blood sample from a patient and needed a volunteer to carry it to the laboratory for analysis. After she finished her last word, I was… sweating! I couldn’t understand a word of what she asked me to do, and all I could do at that time was to have her repeat and repeat her sentences. Although she was patient and nice, I believed she was getting tired of repeating her sentences six times, so she asked me to pass the phone to my co-worker. He eventually completed what he was asked to do by listening to the doctor’s request at once. Even though my co-worker tried to cheer me up and encourage my first effort, that incident really upset me. But I didn’t give up and I tried my best to adapt to the working environment. Eventually, I became independent without asking for assistance from my co-workers. I became proud to say I was one of the volunteers at that hospital.

These three years, I have met so many friends from all over the world. Although we all have different dreams, we recognize and support each other all the time. Such friendship wouldn’t be acquired if I didn’t decide to purse my dream in America. The road to be a surgeon is rugged and difficult, but it is also exciting and wonderful.