Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Admissions Essay - I Dont Want to Be a Doctor :: Medicine College Admissions Essays
     Admissions Essay - I Don't Want to Be a Doctor           I was talking to my sister on the phone,     the little one,     and she said,                 "I don't think I want to be a doctor."           And I thought,                 "Oh, no."           Now, you gotta understand,                 we're Asian.                 South Asian, actually.                 Sri Lankan, specifically.     And the thing about Asians is,                 we're *all* supposed to be doctors.                 We all *are* doctors.           My dad's friends are doctors.                 my mom's friends are doctors,                 my dad's *friends'* friends are doctors.                 and all of their kids                              are in med school right now,                              planning to be doctors.           My middle sister is planning to be a doctor,                 fourth year Johns Hopkins, pre-med,                 volunteering at a local hospital,                 studying for the MCAT's.           And I had thought the youngest was safely on the track,                 a few years behind,                 a freshman in college, pre-med,                 taking Biology, Chemistry,                 studying all the damned time,                 going to be just what the world needs,                 another Asian doctor.           And you gotta understand -- I was happy about this.                 They'll be successful.                 They'll have money; they won't have to worry,                 They'll be able to pay the rent on time unlike their big sister                 who's dumb enough to try to make a living as a writer,                                   but best of all                             it'll make the parents happy.           After all -- *someone* had to to do it.                 Someone had to make the parents happy,                 and it certainly wasn't going to be me:                             black sheep,                             dater of white boys                             writer of pornography,                             destroyer of her parents' happiness.                       So the little one says to me,                 "I don't think I want to be a doctor."           And I panic.           And I ask why.     And she says,                 this sweet kid says                 that she wants to make a difference in the world,                             do something good, unselfish,                             help people.                                   I get the impression that she has vague ideas                              of working in a soup kitchen somewhere.           She's eighteen, remember?     Remember eighteen?           And I want to cheer     I want to stand up and say,                 "You go, girl!"  					    
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