For me, it was working in Marketing. Sitting around all day trying to convince people that I really care whether some consumer believes our lies about a product or service we're trying to sucker them into buying was mentally exhausting. My job was making rich people richer, basically. Talk about the most meaningless profession on the planet (besides ambulance chaser). But I was told working all day for people you hate and principles you don't believe in was "life" (my father was basically the dad from "The Wonder Years"). The worst part was everyone I was working with had personalities that reflected their jobs, and I didn't. Money and image was everything to everyone around me. I grew up with money and knew it wasn't really anything. So here I am, getting ready to start Pitt's post-bacc. program in the fall. It's not about money, because I could have come back to school for engineering, taken over my dad's firm in 15 years, and had more green than I'd know what to do with. It's about spending the majority of my life doing something that I've always enjoyed - helping those who need help, not helping those who don't need help, which I was doing before. I can remember the actual moment I wanted to become a doctor. In college we all showed up for soccer practice after a tough loss, and our coach said "leave your gear here and follow me." He took us to the Children's Hospital oncology unit. You should've seen those kids light up. We stayed for 2 hours of soccer juggling demostrations, songs, coloring, and just general goofing off. I knew I wanted to be a doctor that day, but I p___ed out 'til now, because 2 years of trying to market katsup makes you miss what ya love a lot more. OK, that and med school chicks are hot.