As part of Operation “Excitingly Busy,” it was suggested to me to write my life’s memoirs to occupy myself. Because, you know, I’ve done so much. Let me tell you, my 7th birthday party that was a sock hop was awesome.
But, I’ve designed to spin it into “blog about how you got to this point in medical school.” People outside medicine seem to be intrigued by the whole medical school bit (or maybe they are just playing nice and interested). So, I’ll give you my story on how I got to here — a 4th year medical student.
Before I go on, please note that I realize my story, if you want to call it that, is not unique nor particularly noteworthy. There are thousands of other people out there that have had much more fascinating paths to medicine. Here is the story of an average, WASP-y girl who goes to the big city and somehow ends up an almost doctor (graduation is in May!).
Being a typical oldest child, I’ve been thinking about my “career” since I was probably old enough to know what one was. I guess I grew up in that whole “girl power” era and women having careers in anything they wanted was no big. Strap on those shoulder pads and it was no sweat. Girls could have the corner offices, too.
Anyways, after I moved on from Disney World dancer/Rockette dreams at age 7 and wanting to be Mary Kate and Ashley at 10 (oh wait, didn’t grow out of that until much later), I remember around 12 years old that I distinctly wanted to be a news anchor, like Katie Couric. Girl from Virginia made it big, why couldn’t this girl from Tennessee, too?
Around the time of 14 years old, I felt like I should make sure I had my college major and projected life plan mapped out (completely serious, I am an archetypal first born to the nth degree). So, I planned to major in journalism and minor in marketing because, as I then told people, “everyone needs to know how to market something, including themselves.” Not such a bad idea at 14…really should have followed through on those plans.
It was around 16 or 17 years old that I realized that everyone wanted to be Katie Couric. It was also around this time that I started to realize I had a knack for science. I did well in school, but was never touted as “the smartest kid.” I wanted good grades out of a perfectionistic tendency and to please my teachers and parents. I knew I wanted to go to a decent school, but didn’t want to “burn out,” as I said at the time. 😉
I did really well in some chemistry courses in the 10th and 11th grades. I remember being really proud that I “beat” (in numerical score on tests) some of the “really smart kids.”
[For the record, my favorite classes in high school were 9th grade English with Mrs. Bailey, 10th grade chemistry with Mrs. Nixon, and 11th grade chemistry with Mrs. Sayers — in case any of them ever read this — I remember trying really hard in their classes because I liked those classes.]
So, I rerouted life plan to medical school, which I thought a practical, sensible choice for someone who liked science and people. I thought medicine sounded like a great career as it was ever changing and would allow me to flex some mental muscle to help a few people here and there if I was lucky.
And that is the end of part 1. I am doing this in parts so I don’t bore people to death, if anyone actually read this.
TELL ME: WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE IN HIGH SCHOOL, WHAT DO YOU DO NOW, AND, MAYBE, WHAT DO YOU STILL WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Until next time…