I don't know anything.

I am still a child to those who have only a few years more, but still I don't know anything. 

In my lab the mentors look at me as though I'm a lost cause, drifting between questions. 

I start to imagine why I'm here.

I see myslef in my own lab, researching problems that the whole world has.

No, I'm not planning on being a doctor.

I want to help the future not just put bandages on the present.

I could cure diseases that are in countries that can't even afford doctors.

I could give vaccines to children from my own expense.

This is my dream, but not my life.

My life starts at 8 a.m. going to class, every single day. 

It's my full time job.

Homework, then study, then class, then lab, then work. 

I pay thousands of dollars for a school who won't care if I graduate or not.

I left my home, my family, the love of my life behind to live out my dreams 200 miles away.

I'm alone. 

Do I like it?

No.

It is stressful, overwhelming, crude. 

Do I like it?

No. But I will never stop. 

No matter what happens, I will never stop.

I imagine those kids who will have a chance to live because of me.

I imagine all the regrets and fears I left behind.

That's what keeps me going.

That will always keep me going.