ABSTRACT
I had a grand plan. I’m going to be a doctor. My existence revolved around turning expectation into reality. I majored in microbiology and cell science at the University of Florida after years of working in a medical office, charting height, weight, and blood pressure; answering phones; and coordinating doctors’ appointment schedules and patient visits. Those words sounded impressive, upped my credibility, and concealed insecurities.
