I've always felt an instinctive pull towards the health sciences. Becoming a doctor however was out of the question. I was far too fixated on my dreams of war correspondence, intense journalism and saving the world. My initial dreams however, were fizzled away by my people. Parents thought I was unrealistic. Friends thought I was mad. Teachers thought I had a shot but would still probably opt for a more sheltered alternative. Alas, they were right. My tertiary education began with not even a whimper of protest from me as I began to see the possibilities my Bachelor of Commerce in Economics with Law had to offer. Little did I know I would soon be faced with a trauma of an unparalleled kind.
Imagine waking up to a successful set of first year results and feeling no true sense of achievement. All I felt was the suffocating prospect of a legal office job in a corporate environment I had no passion to be a part of. Next came the guilt. The money forked out toward my first university year was no joke. Was I actually considering letting that go to waste? And besides what else could I do? Surely my strengths lie in my current career path? ..
And then it hit me. I WANT TO BE A DOCTOR.
And then it hit me again. The ghost of Ro Ro's past. "Razeena you blithering idiot, have you forgotten your smart ass decision to drop physics in grade eleven?"
I distinctly remember saying I would never need physics because I would never want to be a doctor. (Take note high school kids, your own words will come back and bite you in the face so be wary with subject choices I BEG). Well there you have it. My moment of self-realization turned to ash as a result of what seemed to be a wise teenage decision back in my heyday.
Okay not ash as such. Medicine suddenly became all I could think of. I spent a great deal of my vac time trying to come up with an ultimate solution. Matric physics would have to be completed of that I was certain. And then what? Take a gap year? Carry on with my pricey degree only to abandon it past half way should I, in the best case scenario, be accepted? Oh it was agony. Still is actually. I'm about two weeks away from registration and basically drowning in uncertainties.
I have one possible route. What it entails however is largely strenuous. The University of Witswaterstrand could be my saving grace. Their graduate entrance MBchB path has become my only alternative. The already long path to doctor status has been further lengthened for my purposes. My wedge exists in my Bcom undergraduate that needs to be completed before the next step. For now I need great wishes and prayers and support in paving the way toward my colossal dream.
Prematurely promising lollipops for all :)
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