In a little less than a week, I will start my last semester of graduate school. Nevermind medical school, I never have to take another class at The College again! Of course, being the sheer dork I am, I might take microbiology... or Spanish... or underwater basketweaving... just because I want to.
Of course, in theory, I have wanted to take all of the classes I've taken at The College. I signed up for undergrad and graduate school. I must have wanted to take these classes, right?
Sort of.
I made a good decision in undergraduate to explore all the options for careers I thought I might love. When I realized there were simply too many things I thought I loved, I picked one and went to graduate school. It wasn't a well informed decision, and it turns out, I don't actually love health policy as it is usually practiced.
But you live and learn, and I'm doing my darnedest not to make an uninformed decision about medicine now. After all, two years of graduate school can be pretty gross, but four years of medical school and at least three years of residency sound terribly dreadful if I were making the wrong decision this time!
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