Under the Knife? No I Want to be Holding it!

Time of decision: 12:59

Well not really, but I need to start practicing up on the medical lingo. So after a more or less washout freshman year of college in the Aerospace Department of CU, I have decided that engineering is not for me...

Whether it's the pale skinned, balding professionals of the industry that look as though the last time they saw sunlight was when the camera on their satellite accidentally focused on the sun, or the fact that I find myself wondering how many of the guys working behind the scenes of NASAs latest and greatest projects have rings on their fingers, I want out!

Or it could be the calculus... I despise calculus with the same passion that I despise that it's when you're in a hurry and you've just waited through a red light that you find that you're the one last car that just doesn't have enough time to make it through the yellow, leaving you to wish you'd taken that alternate route you're always wondering about being faster while you wait for the light again. Basically I feel the same way about calculus. I'm always the one getting stuck for a second round at the stop lights, left to wonder if maybe there was a better way to have done it. I've been having this issue with math since high school, but I somehow thought college would be different.

It was when I noticed the type of people that were in my classes I realized it went beyond calculus, I just wasn't the Engineering type. I hate Sudokus and love Biology; blasphemy to any self respecting engineer! I've never enjoyed the "problem solving process" and I'm not all that creative... It was then I began to consider the switch to medicine!

For the last few months I've been thinking about this and the more I've thought about it the more it seems to make since. I've been working with and exposed to doctors fairly frequently since I was 8 years old. I don't dread being around white coats. I exited elementary school having endured more injections via syringe than the average person will experience in several lifetimes. I don't even look away when I'm having blood drawn. So why not medicine?

So I don't know whether the daily marathons of Grey's Anatomy are getting to my head or if it's the fact that there's something manly about being able to say I'm a General Thoracic Surgeon or that it seems cool to possess the ability to turn dull words like heartburn into impressive sounding phrases like gastroesophageal reflux disease, or that I would be able to go through those doors that say 'surgical staff only' without someone shouting to have me removed, but I've decided to set my aim on medical school, with ambitions to become a general surgeon!

I start classes for my new major emphasis, Molecular, Cellular, and Developmental Biology in the fall, which I will use as a Pre-medicine degree to hopefully launch myself into med school in a few years!

With that I leave you this last thought to help you rest easy at night ;) yours truly may one day be the surgeon that operates on you! Now if the foot bone's connected to the leg bone....the heart bone is.......hmmm...........