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Pharma-what?


Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream. Like reality works, not all is as it seems. As life runs its course, some become diseased. Unfortunately though, they could also decease. A pharmacist is not only for counting pills. They have responsibilities and priorities and prescriptions to fill. For me being a pharmacist is not only a want. It's a desire, a yearning, that college funds will taunt. Whenever an opportunity for pharmacy comes near. I'll research, and study, make illness disappear. Pharmacy is a way, to save the ones most dear. Pharmacy is not just a job, its a life changing career.
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