Last summer I attended the Summer Science Academy, a competitive internship program at Howard University, with 20 other top academic performing high school minorities. We took academic courses and shadowed doctors at Howard hospital. Flying to Washington D.C., I predicted the students attending this program would be elite students from across the nation. I met with students from varying backgrounds and environments who wanted to pursue a career in the medical field. During the internship, we encountered a dilemma which threatened our education. Our chemistry teacher was an on-call doctor at the hospital who often could not teach our class due to her job . Accordingly, our teacher was replaced by a substitute from the Caribbean who had an accent which made it hard to understand; creating a perplexing learning environment for most of us. As we started to learn organic chemistry, we experienced confusion causing us to start rethinking our futures. To ensure our t nation, didn’t lose at least 20 potential future doctors, a solution had to be found. In light of the foregoing one evening I proposed a solution to my class which they embraced. Every night I would read the day’s material to familiarize myself with organic chemistry. After learning the material, I would teach my peers the lessons in a manner they could understand and remember the content, such as making jokes or creating songs about the functional groups. Every evening after class and shadowing the doctors, I would lock myself in my dorm and read content from the internet as well as an International Baccalaureate chemistry textbook to learn the material, sometimes past 3A.M. While enduring tiredness and headaches in keeping my commitment to my classmates, I felt better as teaching them gave me a sense of accomplishment. Whenever I taught and saw the students understanding and smiling because they too