Why?

I didn't know why I decided to enroll in medical school. I mean, it takes a lot of work, a lot of time, a lot of money, sweat, and tears (seriously, there were times when you couldn't understand any of your lectures and all that you could do was cry). 

People ask me (a lot), why did I enroll here? Well, I just did. It's not the best answer, but that's all that I can say. I wanted to be a metallurgy engineer like my grandma (she's the first woman in my country who majored in metallurgy and mechanical engineering. Wow. Just wow) or a nuclear engineer like my grandpa (he was an architect, too. My mom said that he could make a bunker!). Or a chef. I cook very well. My knife skills are great. 

I told my mom that I wanted to be a chef, but she didn't (still doesn't!) like the idea of me being a chef. She even said to me once that I'm going to end up working in some fast food chains. How mean. 

So here I am. A medical student. It's a looooong journey. 7 semesters of sweat and tears to get your undergraduate degree, plus 4 semesters of (even more) sweat and tears to be a general practitioner. Wait, there's more! 8-10 semesters of medical specialty education to become a medical specialist. Soooo I will be 25 years old (7.5 years of medical school plus 2 years of internship) when I'm able to support myself.

I have a biology test tomorrow and I haven't studied anything yet. Instead of studying, I'm writing this post. I guess it's time to do what I have to do. Goodnight!

Love,
Ms. D