Well That Didn't Work

WELL, IT'S A STEP IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION
So, I've definitively decided that I want a career in psychology, despite having not taken a single course in the discipline; now all I've gotta do is figure out how. I refer you back to the first sentence of this entry, note how there is no mention of a chosen major (not yet.) The decision comes down to how masochistic I am. Confused yet? Good. Ya, I'll explain.

Basically, I have two choices, psychology and psychiatry. The latter of the two requires medical school, medical school requires that I be in the pre-med program while in undergraduate school (i.e. here,) the pre-med program requires I take Biology I, Biology II, Genetics, Chemistry I, Chemistry II, Organic Chemistry I, Organic Chemistry II, University Physics I, University Physics II, Calculus I, and Calculus II, all of which require a background in science...which I don't have...hence, the very idea of me attempting to be in such a program is masochistic. So, why the hell do I want to do it? Promise not to hit me?

No, you have to promise.

I mean it...

..besides wanting to help people, the added monetary benefits of being a doctor, and the general interest I have in those subjects, I want the challenge. Hey, you promised! The only thing is, there's a difference between a challenge and suicide. It won't even end after all of those courses! If I make it past those classes, I have to get through med-school and then a residency...the next 12 years of my life. God help me, I'm insane.

I'm getting very mixed opinions on the matter from those I've consulted. A few have called me suicidal, a few have been timidly encouraging (as if to say, it's your funeral, but it's not my life so feel free to fuck it up,) but I like Jeff's response the best. I told him I was worried that I didn't have the ability, the skills I'd need, to pull it off. Jeff's response: "You're kidding me, right? You're the definition of 'if you set your mind to it.'" : o )

I called my mom and talked to her about it for a little while. I'd really missed talking to my mother; when I was younger, we'd talk for hours, but as I got older, I talked more to friends and boyfriends than to her...it's a normal thing, I suppose...As usual, I digress. I called my mom to ask for her opinions on the matter. She talked to me about how it would be really difficult, how I'd never really had the background, how she thought I only had a mild interest in the sciences, how med-school would be backbreaking, but how she would be very happy for me (and proud of me) if I went to medical school, that she knows how much I want to push myself, that if I wanted to pursue it, she certainly wouldn't stop me and that it would be extremely rewarding in the end. "Amy has a great life," she kept saying.

My mom is a nanny at the moment; she takes care of an adorable set of twins named Katie and Alex. Their mother is an optomotrist, named Amy...very nice woman. Anyway, Amy works half days on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and full days on Tuesdays and Thursdays, lives in an amazing house, has an amazing family, etc. She worked her ass off to become a doctor, but she helps kids everyday, makes a lot of money, and loves what she does. Amy does have a great life.

So that's where I stand...having chosen a field is a step in the right direction, isn't it?

Oh, please leave comments, I could use people's opinions/advice on this. Comments ()

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