So I've been working in a biotech company this summer, right? Although I've found the experience extremely valuable and have learned a huge amount of info/techniques/practical applications of biology, I've also begun to realize that I don't want to make a career out of research. These glimpses into my boss/ the principal investigators' lives have shown me that the work is always exciting and intellectually stimulating, but I don't think I'm patient enough for the journey. 4, 5 years of a PhD followed by a post-doctoral period whose termination is only brought on by some job prospect? Not to mention that people with PhDs are too over-educated and over-qualified for the brunt of the job market, thus making the job hunt even more tedious AND the recession/depression/what-have-you that would PROBABLY result in putting research on the government's backburner of funding (despite how much Barack Obama priorities science and research)...... this translates to many years of being a student, and many years working on a lab bench. I like the thinking and learning aspects of research, but dislike physically carrying it out -- especially on a molecular/system/organism level.
Research in neuroscience was the direction towards which I was heading up until... oh, two weeks ago... when I decided to hop back on the medical school train. I've been on this train since ......age 4 or 5, mind you, and even applied to a combined 7-year BA/MD program (Rutgers/UMDNJ) before ultimately picking Duke because it seemed like it would be a higher-quality undergraduate experience, plus med school limited my options while Duket "opened up doors to more opportunities," which is what any wide-eyed high school graduate wants to have. It was all about the wide open path and the journey back then, regardless of the destination. I wanted to experience, I wanted to obtain a "world-class education," I wanted those intellectual conversations in coffee shops at midnight a random thursday with my fellow "scholars" (I was quite brainwashed by pamphlets and brochures in my "fat envelope" acceptance). And besides, isn't that what people do when they get into a school like Duke? I mean, don't they go?
Well, the weather was quite nice in north carolina but I'm not sure if it was worth $200,000
(heh, kidding ;p)
In all seriousness, Duke didn't (has not? I guess I can't speak in teh past tense since I have a year left) meet my expectations, or maybe I did not meet the expectations of Duke. At duke, I am mediocre in every way possible. My GPA is slightly above average, my extracurriculars vastly below. When I go outside in a north face jacket, I look just like every. other. girl. on. campus. I blend in especially well if I hold a bottle of diet coke. And being mediocre at Duke has made me timid. I care much more about what people think of me now than I did before, or than I do when I'm at home. I back away from things I enjoy, because I'd rather not participate at all than be incompetent compared to others. I can list numerous "wanted tos" and "could haves" in the past 5 semesters: write regularly for the chron, be more active in asa and center for race relations... I dabbled, but never fully committed in anythin because I wasn't a good enough writer, because I wasn't outspoken enough, because I didn't know anyone. Because I'd feel less self-doubt if I just sat in my room by myself. Why is this? Why have I let myself be held back in this way? Why do I feel so good during the summer when I'm home, so much more myself? And every summer, I resolve to "have the best year ever," only to see that goal crumble by a month or two in.
The bottom line is that I have had some great times at Duke, some good times, some bad days, and some really awful ones. Besides feeling pretty dumb/ugly/fat/[insert-self-deprecating-f
eeling-here] at times, I have also been humbled and inspired. I try not to regret any of my time at Duke, but rather, the time that I was away -- the semester I went on a medical leave. The nagging feeling of loss from taking spring of freshman off (and I was "barely there" fall of freshman year anyway because I was having such a hard time) does not ease. I never became close with my roommates, I bombed my classes, and I never got to form the tight bonds that most people fondly recall when they indulge in freshman year reminiscence. I have no good memories of freshman year. I just remember crying a lot and feeling so deeply hopeless. I think i just have so much negativity associated with Duke that I'm not sure I can make it right anymore. Still, I have thought deeply and often about whether Duke was (is) ever a good "fit" for me, whether I should have gone to rutgers afterall. I'll never know, and it'll never make a difference anyway because in 10 months I'll be graduated.
With that said, I will have taken a rather circuitous path to medical school. If I had forsaken my place in Duke's class of 2010, I would have gone to Rutgers these past 3 years and will have technically started my first year of med school this fall through the combined/accelerated program. Instead, I am taking an intro bio class in September. And then I'm going to cram an intro chem class in the spring before I graduate. And then I'm taking 2-3 classes in the summer, probably at rutgers, and another 2 in the fall of 2010, before taking the MCATs in the spring of 2011. I'd apply in the summer/fall of 2011 and matriculate in the fall of 2012. On the other hand, I could participate in a post-bacc program geared towards people who have never taken the pre-med requirements in college. The major benefit would be their "linkage" programs, allowing me to enroll directly in the fall to a school. But if I want to do a formal program, I cannot take anymore pre-med classes at Duke (They are geared for people who have not taken the basic sciences). I'll probably take classes on my own, since I'm in no rush and would actually appreciate the time off in between school and more school.
This summer's been good to me. I feel so grounded at home. I go to work, I come home. I eat, run/lift/play/walk/move around, shower, read, sleep. I like it better when life is simple like this.

I'll leave you with this precious photo of my cat because it makes me smile like a proud mama :]