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Guess I'll start with a quick intro. I'm 26 and I just supported my long-term boyfriend through his medical admissions process-- success! He's going to a certain great school in Baltimore. I'm meanwhile headed to an Ivy school for an MA (2 years) concentrating largely on human rights issues. I majored in the Humanities at a top liberal art college and got about a 3.8-- but the only thing close to science that I took was some psych and enough Calculus for Phi Beta Kappa. I've had some interesting life and work experiences in the past four years, much in the developing world, some somewhat health-related.
I have been in this awful holding pattern the past year, anxious to leave my going-nowhere NGO job and get the credentials I need to make an impact in the world. Now that I'm going to a great grad program, I'm ambivalent. Excited enough about the program, but I have this nagging feeling, this hunch that all along I've been much more excited about my boyfriend's future than my own. I wake up in panic most mornings, thinking about my age. I'm not satisfied. This must be the elusive quarterlife crisis.
Deep breath. I've talked my way out of science and math classes for years, believing I'm rotten at them. (Who knows?) But in watching my boyfriend begin his medical school journey, I think that medicine might just be the right way for me to realize the good I want to do in the world. I crave the tangibility of it, and I can't bear to spend another day in a cubicle, writing a grant for funding for a dubious development project.
I am thinking that I'll tack the freshman biology sequence onto my schedule this semester and next, to see if I can hack it in a subject that came easy to me in high school (ha, long ago) and then either take a year off to do the pre-reqs, returning to the MA program in the application year, or hack away at the pre-reqs in the summer and next year while finishing the MA on time. Focus my MA on human rights and health in the meantime, a subject I've passionately observed. Looks like I start in 2011 if I'm successful.
I'm tempted to do this quietly-- I feel like such a flake, and I don't want to tell my parents (who are so anxious already that I took four years off before grad school), or my grad adviser (who got me full funding for my MA), or even the boyfriend, who has suffered plenty of my second-guessing and indecision already. (We're now putting our over-four-year relationship into long-distance territory, anyway.)
What did or will you do? Take the plunge publicly, or ease into it without the support but also without the risk of everyone knowing you've changed course once again? I'm sure many of us are afflicted by fear of failure.
I feel like I should blog the journey or something-- have any of you done that? Your stories, by the way, are totally inspiring.
I have been in this awful holding pattern the past year, anxious to leave my going-nowhere NGO job and get the credentials I need to make an impact in the world. Now that I'm going to a great grad program, I'm ambivalent. Excited enough about the program, but I have this nagging feeling, this hunch that all along I've been much more excited about my boyfriend's future than my own. I wake up in panic most mornings, thinking about my age. I'm not satisfied. This must be the elusive quarterlife crisis.
Deep breath. I've talked my way out of science and math classes for years, believing I'm rotten at them. (Who knows?) But in watching my boyfriend begin his medical school journey, I think that medicine might just be the right way for me to realize the good I want to do in the world. I crave the tangibility of it, and I can't bear to spend another day in a cubicle, writing a grant for funding for a dubious development project.
I am thinking that I'll tack the freshman biology sequence onto my schedule this semester and next, to see if I can hack it in a subject that came easy to me in high school (ha, long ago) and then either take a year off to do the pre-reqs, returning to the MA program in the application year, or hack away at the pre-reqs in the summer and next year while finishing the MA on time. Focus my MA on human rights and health in the meantime, a subject I've passionately observed. Looks like I start in 2011 if I'm successful.
I'm tempted to do this quietly-- I feel like such a flake, and I don't want to tell my parents (who are so anxious already that I took four years off before grad school), or my grad adviser (who got me full funding for my MA), or even the boyfriend, who has suffered plenty of my second-guessing and indecision already. (We're now putting our over-four-year relationship into long-distance territory, anyway.)
What did or will you do? Take the plunge publicly, or ease into it without the support but also without the risk of everyone knowing you've changed course once again? I'm sure many of us are afflicted by fear of failure.
I feel like I should blog the journey or something-- have any of you done that? Your stories, by the way, are totally inspiring.