Feb
One of the scariest questions I faced during my senior year of college was: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
That’s because I had no idea.
It was senior year, after three years of trudging up Science Hill to dutifully attend classes to fulfill pre-med requirements, when I finally admitted to myself and my parents that I really didn’t want to be a doctor. Didn’t love the science classes, didn’t love the idea of treating patients, didn’t love the idea of being in a lab doing research. Not exactly a great fit for the 4 plus how many ever additional years of training and money I’d need to spend to stick an MD after my name.