Doctor Who?

The semester of all semesters. I said to myself that it would just be another rollercoaster ride through hell, only I’d need to pass through it five times more than the usual cycle. True enough, it was a rollercoaster ride through hell yet again. But years and semesters spent on this toxic environment has already made me unfazed for whatever intimidating and surprising circumstances I have yet to meet.

Four years ago, I was filling up the UPCAT form, still unsure of what I would like to be. I’ve always said that I want to be a doctor whenever some inquisitive grown-up asks me the age-old question of what I would want to be when I grow up, but it’s something I’m really not that strongly passionate about. Well it is, it used to be. High time was second year high school, when I started watching House on pirated DVDs I bought at Quiapo. Hearing all those rare clinical conditions and hospital jargons (blue cart, stat! 400 IV!) makes me giddy, even imagining myself doing those calls. Everything went downhill since then. Years passed and I found myself less and less engaged with the idea, yet the medical profession is one of the few things that I could see myself doing for the remaining years of my life. I’ve actually thought of a few other thing which includes being a high school teacher, a CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire, the mayor of Manila, and the weirdest of them all, everything what I said rolled into one: a self-made billionaire MD CEO of his own multi-billion dollar medical company, at the same time being the most-awarded mayor of Manila who teaches high school biology during his free time. If you think you have always had the weirdest dream like being a porn star, or becoming some famous internet figure, I bet you can’t beat me. So before I knew it, I’ve already put Biology as my choice.