When I was a little girl, I LOVED school. I would play teacher with friends – lining up our stuffed animals. We would create work and grade papers. We even kept those grades in a book. I was the child who took home extra work books, papers, and posters. I have and always will be a book worm.
In high school, I developed a stronger interest in science. Dissecting frogs and experimenting with DNA in AP Biology fascinated me. My volunteer work at a children’s hospital led me to an interest in the NICU. I was a biology/pre-med major for one.whole.semester.
Long story short, bad Chemistry 1101 experience and I was questioning my choice to become a doctor. If I was feeling this discouraged after one class, how would I make it through med school? I thought about what I wanted my future to be like – marriage, family, children… Would I have time for these things in my “dream” profession of being a doctor in the NICU? I thought about my hopes as a little girl and what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remembered the little girl playing school and I changed my major – just like that.
I have never regretted my decision – I am still quite a science nerd. I work with children with special needs every day and every year, including those who have spent some time in the NICU. My future title of Doctor will just come from a different type of degree.