I don’t think I’m a good scientist.
Too clumsy. Find myself spilling things, dropping things, and breaking things. :s I try to be careful. Really, I do.
Don’t get me started on my awful pipetting skills (how do you do the exact same thing twice and end up with different volumes???).
But I guess there’s more to being a scientist than good technical skills. Gotta think like one too (i.e. This isn’t working, how do I make it work? What can I change? What did work? Etc.)
Not too good at that either I don’t think.
For the most part, I’m enjoying my time in the lab. I don’t particularly get excited by the work I’m doing – like the way I do when I work on art or writing projects – but it’s okay. Got me thinking I don’t want to be doing this forever though. A summer or two? Cool. A few years? Maybe. The rest of my life? Nuh-uh. My brain isn’t wired for this, I guess.
Been wanting to play a lot of league lately and not study for my MCAT (I’m in big trouble, I know). It’s just that working in this lab is fairly mentally dehabilitating and the last thing I want to do when I get home at like 7 is study.
But I’ve got to.
If I don’t want to work in a lab for the rest of my life, I need to do well on this test.
No more but’s.
I’m always afraid of people inferring I want to be a doctor because my parents want me to. Because I don’t believe parents should force their kid onto any career path. Children need to live their own lives.
I’m lucky enough that my parents support (for the most part) what I want. On the contrary, my mom would’ve probably preferred me not to pursue med school (or attempt to pursue) – too much pressure and work that she doesn’t think I can handle/not good for me.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should’ve taken the easy path (Business) where you don’t need an extra 4 years before building your career.
But I don’t think that would fulfill me.
And I’m aware of my privilege in the opportunity to choose (or attempt to choose) a career that fulfills me.
It’s amazing how my family could be so poor and yet end up with me as spoiled as I am. I’m a living contradiction (a part of me I may dig deeper into in a future post. It’s something that I’ve come to realize, accept, and appreciate over the past couple of months).
For now, I’m going to continue to question my capabilities and identity, for how can you figure yourself out if you’re not asking any questions? 🙂