*Firstly, I feel I should thank the Pussycat Dolls for providing young girls with such high aspirations.
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I've always been one of the oldest in my school year. Secretly, I was pretty proud of that fact as it definitely meant that I could always play the 'but I'm older than you' card whenever I wanted my own way. Now, a lot of my (non-medic) friends are currently trying to find work experience, work out which careers they want to go into and apply for internships and jobs. And all of a sudden I feel extremely young.
They say that I'm lucky - 'Chantie, at least you know what job you're going to do.' Maybe. But it's a long way off right? By the time I've finished university, if all goes well, most of those friends will have been working and earning for 2-3 years. They'll be grown-ups. It's a curious position to be in. Currently, I'm loving intercalating. I'm learning to question my actions and not just regurgitate the facts given to me in a pharmacology textbook. Medicine versus Bioethics. The right thing to do versus the right thing to do? It's also a year for me to, like my friends, be sure that this is the career that I want to go into.
Despite having made slow progress on my law essay during this holiday, I can see the benefit of this year and I'm really enjoying managing my own time. Even so, I'm missing Medicine. Maybe I am young, but it's not a bad thing. No responsibility, no worries, no pressure. I used one of those online countdown timers to work out (roughly) how long it'll be before I graduate. The answer? 1300 days. When put like that, it doesn't seem quite that long? Fine, I'm living in a fool's paradise. But a Doctor by 2016? Bring it on.
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