The Potterhead decides to go to Med School

I know, this is a life-defining decision. If I pursue this road, I have to know that this will be a very long and difficult road. This is going to be struggle. I will have to work harder than I ever did before. I will have to give up a lot. And I'm not sure I want that.

But when I stop to think about it, it can't be so hard. Besides, I've been through the worst in my Nursing education in the University of the Philippines. College in UP is like the "Hunger Games". It's a constant competition, and to get to the final, you have to do things you're not happy about. You'll have to deal with people in the most unimaginable ways possible. You'll have to give up a lot, for that one, final goal---to graduate and wear that famed Sablay.

But why would I want to go to med school when I've already gone through 4 years of excruciating experience in nursing?

Simply, because I'm not satisfied. I can't accept the idea of Nursing being the last frontier of my education. I can't accept the fact that Nursing will be the kind of life I will lead for the rest of eternity. I can't. Don't get me wrong, I love Nursing. But I just can't accept that THAT was it. No. I. Cannot.

There has to be something more. It felt like I went through college without any real inspiration, or drive. It's like I haven't given my best. It's like there's something more that I can achieve, and I refuse to believe that I've given everything I've got. Because, honestly, I havent.

Why? Because, like I said, I wasn't inspired. No drive. No goal. No, nothing. It's like I was on autopilot and the only goal is to pass. PASS---not EXCEL. 

UP education makes Zombies out of normal, innocent freshies. 

When I entered UP, I was full of hope. Potential. Dream. Drive.

But two weeks in, it felt like I've been drained of all happiness. Like I have been kissed by a dementor and I've been left as a soulless being, waiting to cross the veil. The professors, the curriculum, the requirements---they all vaccum out all the good there is to being a student. I ended up just wanting to get-things-over-with. I wasn't motivated. I became passive, and uncaring.

I'm that student who never fails, but never excels, too. I just...float by. 

Knowing that, I can't let my career to be defined by my half-assed education. I want a career that I can be proud of. A career that I can love wholeheartedly. A career that I can look back upon and say that I was at my best while I was earning that degree. And I believe Medicine is the way to go.

But if I want anything to change, I'd like to change schools. I'd like to be in an environment where I am motivated and driven. An environment where I can be inspired and challenged. I want an environment where there is room to breathe and appreciate everything that's happening.

Right now, I'm choosing between UST, UERM, or St. Luke's.

I've passed my application on these schools, and I am hoping I get accepted in all of them.


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And I did. 

I got my first acceptance from UERM. Then I got in the waiting list for St. Lukes. Then just this afternoon, I received a call from UST, asking me to reserve my slot tomorrow.

Weighing in everything, including the opinion of the people who will fund my education---in short, me eldest brother---I reserved my slot for UERM.

Honestly, it's a toss coin between UERM and UST. The only plus I can see by choosing UERM is the fact that I can choose to have rotations in the US. This is good for me since I am planning to practice in the States since the rest of my family lives there. Living and practicing in the US has always been the end-goal, and I have a better chance of achieving that by enrolling in UERM.


There's no turning back now. I've paid the 30,000 Php (non-refundable) reservation fee already.



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This marks the next chapter of my life...but not just yet...

There's still my nursing graduation from UP. Which will be on April 25. And before that glorious graduation day, I still have to finish my community work, pass my removals exam, and defend my thesis. whew. I can do this. Fighting!

First week of immersion

So, I just came home form my first week of community immersion in Cavite. And, gosh, I have soooo many feels for that place.

I can't say I hate it. It's not bad. The people are nice. Our foster family is great, and to be honest, I feel kinda guilty. They did so many changes in the house just so we could be more comfortable. I bet they even gave up their own room so that we could sleep in a nice enough bed. 

What I'm saying is, the place is nice, but it's not home.

I never thought I'd miss my home this much. The little pleasures of a decent bath, a decent toilet, a faucet, warm water, and, of course, internet access!!!!

What made the experience even more challenging is the fact that I left my charger at home. It was quite an achievement for me for surviving all week without a working phone. I guess, nobody will miss me much. Hashtag forever alone problems.

Plus, I got bored as I ran out of things to do. Yes, I know, there are a LOT of work to be done for the community duty. What I meant was I ran out of exciting things to do. Hello??? It's the first week! No one does ACTUAL work during the first week---well, at least not me...or my group mates.

And because we didn't feel like working just yet, all we can actually do is EAT. Which is, I guess, not a very good choice for a past time. We made several jogging plans, but we never woke up early enough to avoid the sun. So we ended up working out to HipHop abs. I'd post pictures but I haven't got permission to post them from my two groupmates. So just imagine three hot girls bouncing to the cardio workout of hiphop abs.....NAH. Forget about the hot part, and instead, think about three bum ladies in their pajamas, desperately trying to burn out the calories they thoughtlessly gained in three days.

Why so desperate? Because we're graduating in less than three months, and we didn't want to be fat and extremely tan for our graduation pictures!!! Not when when we've worked so hard to earn that Sablay and diploma only to be immortalized as dugyutin and tabain girls who forgot all about poise and self-preservation for the sake of their graduation pictures.

Right now, I'm home, trying to savor every moment of civilization I still have left until Tuesday when we have to go back to the Cavite community. I want to enjoy as much of this kind of life before I immerse myself again to an internet-and-decent-bath-deprived life in the rural barangays of Cavite.