I currently serve as Co-Director for the Local Pharmacy and Therapeutics Competition through Purdue’s Academy of Managed Care Pharmacy Chapter. In addition to these activities, I have found ways to constantly challenge myself within the pharmacy world.
Some of my most memorable experiences on campus include serving as the Director of Programming for the Panhellenic Association, being a resident assistant, serving as the Executive President of Old Masters, and being a member of the Barbara Cook Chapter of Mortar Board. Being around people that bring their best encourages and inspires me to learn as much as possible. With only a semester of classes to go followed by a year of rotations at the Purdue University College of Pharmacy, I am overcome with gratitude for the incredible opportunities that have been awarded to me over the past few years. I continue to thank them for exemplifying the importance of fighting for your dreams and our move to the United States is one of the biggest reasons I seek to challenge myself daily. My parents were strong and gradually acclimated to a new culture. I remember the long hours struggling to put sentences together and the hardships my family faced trying to communicate in English for even the simplest things like groceries. I vividly recall the endless flashcards my teachers used to help me learn basic English. I began second grade in a new school system looking for friends and navigating a whole new language. Two years after those first steps on American soil, my parents found jobs in Indiana and our family moved to the Midwest. Winners and their families are authorized to live, study, and work in the United States as permanent residents.Īs a child at the time, I didn’t grasp how crucial our move would be to my story: a new place and a new start.
The lottery is designed to make Green Cards-permanent resident cards-available to people from underrepresented countries every year. Green Card through the Diversity Visa Lottery. My parents, younger brother, and I immigrated from Ivano-Frankivsk, Ukraine, to New York, NY, in pursuit of the American Dream on September 30, 2000. This is my first memory of the United States of America. I leaned back into the car and squeezed my mother’s hand tightly. Crossing over the Brooklyn Bridge and entering Manhattan, I saw people of all nationalities flooding the streets and the sound of honking horns filled my ears. By propping myself up on the arm rest, I could marvel at the sights around me. I was 5-years-old at the time and barely tall enough to see out the window of the taxi, but looking upwards, I could catch the sun streaking through the lower Manhattan skyline.
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