MY PARENTS WALKED AWAY FROM ME AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I WAS 13 — MY MOTHER WENT PALE WHEN THE DEAN CALLED MY NAME

never hesitated.

“Then that’s where you’re applying. We’ll figure out the money. You apply to Hopkins, and you’re going to get in.”

As usual, she was right.

In March of my senior year, I received an acceptance letter from Johns Hopkins University along with a substantial scholarship package. Combined with grants and federal loans, the remaining cost became continue reading …