A baby step towards medicine….
Long day shifts and 5 coffees later here I am reminiscing my journey.
Alright so continuing with my story, so as I mentioned I fell in love. And oh yes! unconditionally and irrevocably (movie love, movie dialogues).
I believed I possessed super powers, a switch in my brain which could be turned on and off. On and go! Study time. Off and time for romance. It was one of the delusions associated with sweet sixteen.
Turns out doesnt really work that way. I wanted to fly but had to be grounded too. I wanted to have it all.
Exam and my boyfriend moving abroad for studies, both events happening on the same day. So a night before those life changing exams, when the pre meds are cramming, I was visiting my boyfriend for the goodbye hugs and kisses. I don’t remember whether I was feeling guilty or sad. (P.s. the same guy would go on in the future to break my soul)
Moving ahead to the aftermath of both events, I was pinning for my boyfriend the results were declared. I was on the waiting list. 30 percent chances of making it as a first year medical student. It was one of the most uncertain time of my life.
At 17 I was a girl, who couldn’t drive, couldn’t swim, had zero social life, no hobbies, not ever travelled outside hometown, sheltered by parents. And all of these sacrifices were to ‘focus’ on medical school and the chances of getting into one were pretty dim.
However, what’s meant to be will be (couldn’t think of a better phrase!)
After 4 months of being a nomad (college wise) I finally got into medical school. I remember that moment clearly, its like a handsome prince on a white horse coming to escort me to medical school. As if I had fulfilled my purpose in life. As if I had finally discovered Amelia Earhart. But the most happiest was my dad.
Little did I know, what I was stepping into!
To be continued……