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Even as a child she would dress up in their oversized white coats, wear their stethoscope in her ears and pretend to auscultate her teddy bears, much to her parents’ amusement. She grew up watching TV shows like House and Gray’s Anatomy, fantasizing about what her career would one day be like. Her parents were extremely flattered by their daughter idolizing their career, and they wanted nothing more than for their only child to follow in their footsteps. As Claire progressed through school, her own internal motivation, as well as the subconscious external pressures she felt from her parents cheering her on, motivated her to exceed in school in order to propel herself to her ultimate goal. While most girls Claire’s age were interested in partying and boys, Claire didn’t want anything to do with the sort, and focused solely on her career, telling herself there would be time for all of that other stuff later. 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