In London, I was training to be a physician assistant. I was roughly 3/4 through the programme when we moved to America. Putting on my best optimism hat, I took that as a chance to go further and enter in to medical school. At University here, then, I started in premed. Then changed to English. Then to premed. Then to English, et. c.
At the time, I didn’t know about my others. I thought I was only plainly insane. What a relief. 😉
Even though I’ve finished an advanced liberal arts degree, some of the insiders *still* hate literature. Some wish we’d finished a med school programme or a nursing programme. Just *something* medical. On any given day, you can find me buried in a pile of chemistry and/or calculus textbooks working problems or memorising formulas. By the afternoon, however, I might be working on a conference paper about Shakespeare’s histories or researching some obscure literary critical theory.
One of these days, I’ll be the best-read doctor in America. 🙂