As of now, I am 17 years old and a senior in high school. According to word on the street, I still have my entire life ahead of me. I tend to agree with this statement.
Where do I see myself in five years?
Ideally, five years from now I will be a first year medical student matriculating at one of the top medical schools in Texas on a hefty scholarship. This destination certainly sounds intimidating, but the journey to get there is even more daunting.
I have four years of undergrad at Baylor University still in front of me. That’s eight semesters(and possibly summers too) that I plan to cram with as much studying, extracurriculars, research, and clinical medical experience that I can handle. My limits will be pushed, my mind will be tested, and my character stretched tremendously thin. There will be late nights filled with doubts and excruciating workloads.
Heck, those are only my predictions. It will probably be worse once I’m there and put some pedal to the metal!
However, even though I haven’t even begun my trek through the Pre-Medical track, I am already extremely grateful for how much I will grow from it. I am ready to take the jump into deep waters to pursue my passions. I am electrified by the prospect of working hard in order to claim my spot on one of society’s most virtuous hierarchies—medicine.
1,826 days from now—counted with the leap year—I hope to have my nose buried in a textbook while my feet are buried in pool water. Warm weather, arduous studies, and a short white coat just begging to be lengthened to that of a physician, in accordance with my ten year plan of becoming a neurosurgical resident.
That's the life I'm aiming for. Day one to get there has already started!