Wednesday, October 17, 2012 | By: Unknown

If Life Will Give Me Lemons...

                I’ve given a lot of thought to what I want to do with my life ever since I was little. I’ve had multiple ideas of what I’ve wanted to do, often switching from one idea to the next or combining the ideas. I think at one point I wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, and a teacher all at once. Of course, combine that with the dream that nearly every six-year-old girl has (being a mother to at least one child), and that makes for a very daunting future filled with years of selflessness, college loans, and craziness. Since age six, I’ve clearly thought more clearly about what I want to do with the rest of my life (as in, I will not have more than one completely time-consuming job [such as a doctor, a lawyer, or a teacher] at a time while simultaneously trying to keep a sane and healthy family).
                I find it ironic that the first thing I ever wanted to be was within the same major of what I plan to pursue ten years later. When I was little, I wanted so badly to be a doctor. I would go around the house with a dress-up purse that was big enough to hold the play doctor’s equipment and give everyone “check-ups” with the hard plastic tool to check reflexes and the tiny stethoscope that hurt my ears whenever I tried to use them. When I told my aunt a few months ago that I was pursuing a major in the medical field (pharmaceuticals or medical doctor; I haven’t decided), she told me that she was far from surprised. In fact, she said that when I was playing doctor as a child I would tell her that when I was older and a real doctor, I would “heal her up good” or something. Thankfully, my grammar has improved along with my realization that I cannot pull off three full-time careers at once, or we may have had some issues with my sense of reality.
                Now it’s my senior year. Applications for college and financial aid and scholarships need to be written and I need to mentally prepare myself for the changes that await me. I know for sure that I’m going to college as a science major with a minor in creative writing (because even if you’re the world’s best brain surgeon ever, you can still write a little on the side in any free time you have, right?), but I have yet to decide a college to attend. Where you go determines how easy your trek to success is. Obviously attending a community college will be easier than attending an Ivy League school like Harvard or Yale. I want to try to stay local, but as for choosing a definite place to start my college education… Well, I’ll keep you posted.
                So now, if you aren’t completely bored with this already, I’m going to say exactly what I want to do after college. I have a pretty good idea of what I want for myself, but obviously just because I plan it one way doesn’t mean that life will just go along blindly and allow me my fantasies. I know for sure that creative writing will have a place in my future. The way I see it, I can have nearly any job that I want and still have time enough to write short stories, novels, poems, or even just a blog. Who knows, while I’m off in the medical field, I could be simultaneously making it big in the literature world! Anyway, as for my major, I’m still not completely, one hundred percent sure about whether I want to be just your normal, run-of-the-mill medical doctor or if I’d rather take my other option and become a pharmacist. Obviously I would need a billion and a half years of schooling for each (hyperbole- I’m guessing between eight and ten years for either option), but for each option I take there are opportunities that I’m giving up. Pharmaceuticals would give me a chance to excel in chemistry, which I’m already pretty good at, but would cost me the ability to make a direct difference in the lives of the patients I treat. A medical doctor would give me the opportunity to directly influence and help people, but a part of me is afraid that I’d either be a major screw-up or I’d get too grossed out by what comes through the doors. I’m not overly squeamish, but sometimes I’m a little afraid to try to push myself to see if I really have the stomach to be a doctor. I’m not a huge fan of just leaving things up to fate, but maybe in this case, because my choice for my major is up in the air, I’ll just have to wait it out and decide at a later date. Nobody said I had to decide my entire future tomorrow, right?

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