Ever since I could remeber, my parents and grandparents have always wanted me to become a medical doctor. "You'd be the first one in the family", they'd always say. I guess if you hear that everyday, you tend to make the dream your own.
So I did. When I went to High School, I was already choosing to become a doctor. Although my first love was drawing, I never considered pursuing anything else but medicine. My pencil became nothing more to me than just a writing material when it used to be my most priced possession. (I drew for hours when I was a lot younger and filled several notebooks with sketches of different things - all of which my lolo, who happened to be quite an artist himself, found quite promising.)
I never looked back. I chose to take up Biology in UP as a pre-med course thinking that it would be the best option to prepare me for life as a doctor. And even with the lure of a DOST scholarship to take non-med related courses, there was no veering away from the path I chose. Unfortunately, because of lack of insight and maybe a bit of overconfidence, I never saw the whole picture. Since I always thought that I would make it to UP PGH, I never looked at any other medical school.It was too late to realize that it takes a whole lotta brain, focus, and maybe some blood relative alumnus priveleges (which I had none) to get in. Too bad I was lacking in all aspects. And when I realized that it would take a fortune to pursue the dream somewhere else, I gave it up. I chose another path - teaching.
When my college friend told me about joining their school, it had little appeal to me at first. But, when I was told that they wanted to engage in a new challenging curriculum I said what the heck! I'll give it a try. For a year probably, I said to myself. Then the next year came and I was still there. And then another year followed. I found myself laughing in the company of kids half (or sometimes even less) my age. I was playing, drawing and learning with the little rascals. I did not choose to enjoy their company, but I did. I am. I wish all choices end up with great consequences. Unfortunately, we're not all that lucky ... not all the time.
So I did. When I went to High School, I was already choosing to become a doctor. Although my first love was drawing, I never considered pursuing anything else but medicine. My pencil became nothing more to me than just a writing material when it used to be my most priced possession. (I drew for hours when I was a lot younger and filled several notebooks with sketches of different things - all of which my lolo, who happened to be quite an artist himself, found quite promising.)
I never looked back. I chose to take up Biology in UP as a pre-med course thinking that it would be the best option to prepare me for life as a doctor. And even with the lure of a DOST scholarship to take non-med related courses, there was no veering away from the path I chose. Unfortunately, because of lack of insight and maybe a bit of overconfidence, I never saw the whole picture. Since I always thought that I would make it to UP PGH, I never looked at any other medical school.It was too late to realize that it takes a whole lotta brain, focus, and maybe some blood relative alumnus priveleges (which I had none) to get in. Too bad I was lacking in all aspects. And when I realized that it would take a fortune to pursue the dream somewhere else, I gave it up. I chose another path - teaching.
When my college friend told me about joining their school, it had little appeal to me at first. But, when I was told that they wanted to engage in a new challenging curriculum I said what the heck! I'll give it a try. For a year probably, I said to myself. Then the next year came and I was still there. And then another year followed. I found myself laughing in the company of kids half (or sometimes even less) my age. I was playing, drawing and learning with the little rascals. I did not choose to enjoy their company, but I did. I am. I wish all choices end up with great consequences. Unfortunately, we're not all that lucky ... not all the time.
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