Student, Finance and Me

When did I choose to become a doctor? I made that decision back in middle school. My older sister went to a high school that was divided into four academies (biomedical science, communication, business, and military) and I was determined to go there too. The question was then: what would I study there? I quickly knew that I would not go into the military academy because I hate being told what to do, and the idea of wearing a uniform, and having to do physical activity on a daily basis was NOT part of my plans. Communication was also out for the count because I do not have a creative bone in my body and would not have been able to handle all the classes. Photoshop and art classes didn't make me want to push myself harder (though looking back now photoshop classes would have been helpful with photography now). I was now between business or biomedical science. I would have enjoyed business, but my sister was already in that academy and I no longer wanted to follow all my sister's ...

The summer before my junior year I took a 4 credit biochemistry class that met at 8 am, Monday-Thursday, basically for the entire summer. Straight after class, I would head to work as a receptionist assistant and every other day I would also head to my second job as an animal research caretaker. Between both jobs, I was basically working full time, but that's what it took to pay my rent, bills, and other expenses so I did it; however, it would be one of my biggest regrets. I was definitely not in the right mental state to be taking on so much, especially when I didn't stop to take any breaks and hang out with friends. I would head into downtown Milwaukee once in a while to buy something here and there, but I never once hung out with anyone. I was extremely lonely and stressed, which aren't good companions of each other. At work everything was fine, it was the biochemistry class that was my doom. The professor was terrible, but I had no choice but to take the class if I want...

How time flies. It feels as if only yesterday I was getting ready for my first year of college. I was picking out all the aqua blue stuff that I would be putting in my dorm: bedding, hamper, pillows, storage containers and so much more. I was so excited to start a new chapter of my life, little did I know what would happen in the next few years. My first year of college was rather rough to say the least. I spent all of my first semester by myself because I was too shy to mingle with the other students (and it didn't help that I was a minority student in a primarily white school) and my roommate and I didn't get along that well. Along with that I was a top student in high school and now I was among other top students and here I was no longer at the top but average, maybe even slightly below. Not having friends and drowning in my basic premed classes (general chemistry and general biology mainly) I was not having a good time at all. If I wasn't in class or studying, I was in ...