Growls grew louder as footsteps approached. I gaped, gawking in fear and wonderment as giant jaws closed upon me. That was my first encounter with teeth, at one year old in an amusement park. At six, I'm found reading books at any time possible, a lack of scientific books not withholding me from exploring the workings of life. Growing up in Vietnam with low income parents and shunning relatives, I did not wake up on a bed with soft mattress, have hot showers, breathe clean air, nor even milk. I recall hard work every day, waking up from five AM to sleep at eleven PM or later, walking an hour to school, then to teachers' homes for required tutoring (official school time is twice less than US's), then same home. This environment had conditioned my readiness to hard work, built my resiliency, and strengthened my devotion to studying. By the time I was in middle school I became intrigued in the medical field, but found myself turning to dentistry because of its sheer beauty in simplicity and humanistic practice which serve to boost confidence and self esteem in people, all while challenging movement skills(?) and attentiveness to detail. …show more content…
Many of my family goes there, I often tagging along. Gradually I became attentive and observant, fascinated by her intricate procedures, decisive and dexterous. As one with eleven years of experience with art and sculptures, I began to relate a dentist's procedures to a small-scale construction, a series of action that simultaneously implement hand-eye coordination as well as thinking process. By the time I was in high school I knew that I want to be a