One day, last Summer, I had to go to the hospital. Roaming through its hallways, it just hit me: I wanted to go to med school and become a surgeon.
At that point, I had no maths and no sciences. I was convinced those subjects were my ennemies and I could never be successful at those. Yet, I just went up to my parents and told them I was changing direction one last time for health sciences… which would require my doing two years of maths, a year of general sciences, a year of chemistry and a year of physics, all in 5 months, while going to CEGEP, because I wanted to start in January 2015.
When I went into the meeting with my A.P.I. to fix my schedule up, I was 200% sure of my decision of taking all my program’s classes in order to attend the other school to get my prerequisite. She bluntly told me “You’re never going to succeed, you should just stay in your program because otherwise, you’ll be out and willl have to wait an entire year to start over.” My counselor said it was impossible. My maths teacher swore it was never going to happen. My science teacher gave me a look telling me I was crazy.
… And here I am, less than 5 months later, able to say “I FUCKING DID IT!!”