A lot of people have been asking about my future career choice involving Pharmaceuticals. I keep getting asked the same question over and over; "Why did you decide to go into Pharmaceuticals?" Of course, I can only assume that most people have one burning theory in regards to Pharmacy School . . . it's going to be like walking turtle style through the fiery depths of a black and lonely abyss of death and despair.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that when most people find out that I'm going into Pharmacy, this is the face that I seem to get from almost everyone.
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"Are you sure? I mean, absolutely positively
100% entirely sure that you aren't crazy?" |
I don't even think that people realize that they are doing it. But they do. And then they ask the question that I already mentioned.
So . . . in regards to this, I have a funny story to share . . . if I haven't already.
In high school, I was already thinking about career choices. It seemed like the logical solution since all the counselors were cramming that decision down my throat.
At the time, I was thinking about nursing as so many young students in America are. Then, senior yearn of high school I had the fateful experience of taking a Human Bio class and seeing up close and personal, the video of a knee joint replacement. Needless to say, not a good time to find out about one's squeamish tendencies. But this lesson did teach me one important thing. . . I needed a new career choice.
Well, to be perfectly honest, this didn't seem like an important decision. I was truly hoping (and quite frankly thought) that I would be one of those people married right out of high school. But summer past and pretty soon first semester of college was about to start and Prince Charming still hadn't magically popped out of nowhere onto my driveway.
Long story short (haha, too late) I had a problem.
Well, my mom and I went to see a counselor to get my schedule for that upcoming fall set up. One of the very first questions he asked me was; "What do you want to do." And I honestly had no idea. So we sat there awkwardly for about to minutes as I desperately thought and said; "Um" and "Ah" a lot. Eventually I think I managed to blurt out; "I don't know." At any rate, he smiled somewhat comfortingly and said; "Don't worry. You don't have to know just yet. We'll get you started on general credits. You will probably want to know by second semester though so you don't waste too much time." And that was that.
First semester past by without too big of a hitch. I only had one hard class and I made enough friends that it wasn't even too bad. The biggest problem came in October/November when registration for Spring started.
The words of my counselor; "You will probably want to know by second semester though so you don't waste too much time.", had been ringing in my head pretty much all semester. I had thought about what I wanted to do for a long time and I didn't know. You see, I had a problem, I hated everything.
Here's what I mean;
- I hate math.
- I think that English beyond an Elementary Level is a complete and utter waste of time unless it's not your first language.
- I hate singing (yeah, you all know that).
- I can sight read right hand on the piano but not left.
- I don't particularly like Music. (*gasp from the audience*) I know. I'm a little abnormal.
- I hate running, kicking, climbing, hitting, bending, stretching and working out of any kind. I.e. I'm not athletic and therefore any PE related job/ career was out of the question.
- I have some of the worst eating habits known to man and so I couldn't be a dietician or any kind of healthy eating person.
- I don't particularly like large gatherings of other peoples children and I know for a fact that when parents came to lecture me on my teaching style I would go ballistic so teaching was out of the question.
- I can write but not well enough to ever be published.
- I can't speak foreign languages at all (my Utahan accent is just too pronounced).
- Most importantly of all, I can't draw worth a darn. (Doodling on the other hand- well, I'm really good at that. But last time I checked, there is no doodling career).
The only thing that I've ever been really good at is science. And the only thing in science that I've ever really been interested in is in medical science. And we already established that I couldn't be a nurse.
So I had a problem.
So, as I'd been taught to do since birth practically, I started to pray that I would figure it out. I was pretty desperate. I needed to know so that I "wouldn't waste any more time". Luckily for me, answers come in mysterious ways.
I was actually watching TV when I made my life changing decision.
For any of who you haven't watched
Psych, you live a sad and lonely life.
Psych is hilarious. But I guess I should get back to the point now.
One of the characters on
Psych, Burton Guster, has a job as a "Pharmaceutical sales Rep." Basically he sells bulk medication to hospitals, doctors and whatever else. One day, while watching
Psych, and listening to Burton Guster's ramble on drugs, I got the overwhelming and divine answer I'd been searching for.
Pharmacy. That was the job for me. It was medical science and no gore all wrapped into one. The perfect career package.
The moral of the story is two-fold. One, God works in mysterious ways. Two, TV can often HELP you so it's not just there for rotting your brains out and making teenage zombies.
So yes world. I learned what I wanted to be in a weird way. But that lesson has stuck with me and helped me get through second semester (which was H-E- double hockey sticks on earth). More importantly, it's just a really funny story that a lot of people get a big kick out of and so I just had to share.
