My journey from the dream of being a Doctor to the stepping stone of med school was.... I dont know, perhaps smooth. Its quite unusual to hear someone say that.
The only reason i am saying so is because of the support of my family. My mother always wished to become a Doctor, and i can bet, she would've been an extraordinary one. And she supports me all the way to watch her dream being fulfilled. My father gave me my free will to do whatever i want... It was not too hard on him though, coz i had a so called SAFE career path chosen by myself. I sometimes wonder, would that have been so much of the free will if i had wanted to become something offbeat? Point noted, will ask him today that. But i'm pretty sure he would have still supported me. Coz its all about doing the job right, no matter what the job is.
As a little kid, i always had a medical playkit. It had almost EVERYTHING! Cannot recall how many times i injected my teddy bear because he was sick.... Or perhaps just because i felt like sticking a needle (90% of the times). Poor thing. I even did a retinal biopsy once by pulling his eye out, just forgot to place it back where it was. He was a good patient.... I hope my future patients are like him.
Mathematics was the subject Or should i say perhaps it was the longest horror movie of my life. I could never figure out why there was such a fuss about numbers, variables, constants, geometry and stuff.... My whole family is filled with engineers, but surprisingly, i had a very little (negligible) interest for maths.
Science always fascinated me.... I always looked for the WHY behind everything.... and i still do. Perhaps this is what distinguishes me from others. I cannot mug up things, though its necessity in Biology, but i somehow deal with it.
From childhood i looked studious (helped in first impressions), but i never was as much. Although i was always serious regarding my studies... You can still talk to me about the subject almost anytime!
Anxiety is one of my traits i am not proud of... Examination fever still haunts me. Maybe i will recover from it by the end of my last exam.
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