Bump in the Road to Med-School
I have always wanted to be a doctor, but I have also had doubts to whether I could handle it emotionally. When I was a junior in high school I signed up for an anatomy class. Everything that I learned in that class was so interesting to me. We learned about anything and everything that made the human body do what it does. It was an incredible class. About a month into the class our teacher went into the back room and brought back a couple large boxes. I had heard about this part of the class from some of my friends that had taken anatomy in the previous years. Before he opened the box, he warned us about what was inside. He had ordered 10 dead cats from some science organization for us to dissect. "If your stomach can't handle dissecting these little fur-balls, then there is absolutely no way I will take you on the cadaver field trip!" he said. I couldn't believe my ears! He was actually going to take us on a field trip to see cadavers. Although it sounded gross beyond belief, I had a weird and vicarious sense of curiosity about what it would be like and how I would feel about seeing dead bodies. About a half hour after he had pulled the cats out, the students who objected to
dissecting cats had left the room. It was time to begin cutting. Monday morning came fast. As we all loaded the bus, I noticed the same curious looks on my peers' faces. Before the bus departed our teacher gave one last chance to those who did not want to go to get off the bus. He warned once more that this trip was not for the weak stomached, but I chose to stay. This was my chance to find out if the medical field was for me. The bus ride home was terrible. After my facetious classmates were done giving me a hard time about the whole deal, I had time to sit and think. Did my reaction to the cadavers mean I couldn't be a doctor? Did me passing out mean that I could never handle some of the gruesome sites that doctors see? Who knows what it means, but as the bus hit a bump on the interstate, it kept going. Right then and there I told myself that I would not let something like this get me down. This whole ordeal was just a bump in the road for me on my way to medical school. Several weeks passed by, and we had slowly worked our way to the very interiors of the cats. Although I did not like dissecting the "fur-balls", I was anxious to go on the field trip. Finally, on a Friday after class, our teacher announced the field trip. We were going to the University of Utah's Cadaver Lab on Monday. It was only a short two-hour drive from my home in Green River, Wyoming. All weekend long I couldn't help but think about the trip. But what was I excited for? When I asked myself that question I found no answer. There was something far beyond my comprehension that was driving my excitement.
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