Goals

The bittersweet taste of the end of an era. School is officially over with a graduation assembly and then a hilarious drunk-filled afternoon at our playing fields. Yes, what prestige we hold dear to our hearts yet at the conclusion of school there is still the foreboding final examinations to come and with it, the expectation for many to either break or make their dreams and goals.

I suppose now i should say that one of my greatest hopes is to become a doctor and although there is a lot of stigma with Asian children aspiring to be doctors or lawyers based on the fact that these two courses are extremely difficult to get into undergraduate wise as the scores required are next to perfect. There is a stereotype that all Asian parents want their children to go into these courses for that sole reason, and often overlook the goals of their own children whom may aspire to be something different although many Asians similarly go into Commerce. As a firm believer in freedom, i've often pondered on whether my aspirations are in fact, what i truly desire or rather what is forced upon me by a communist regime of parental lectures, and totalitarian rule over the amount of study i conduct.

For as long as i've known, i've wanted this particular career path: the respect, the job satisfaction, helping the community and a big pay packet with secure job don't hurt the whole ideal. Then again, as a child i have the fondest memories of wanting to become a police officer, and recently even, perhaps a journalist of sorts. So then, it begs the question whether such motives are self endowed or forcibly enforced. Honestly, it would have to be a mixture of both, but now i must ignore the third party influence and judge personally my options. Recently i received the UMAT (Undergraduate Medical Admissions Test) which is a standardised test required for going into most health sciences. Being extremely competitive, i barely scraped in a reasonable score and similarly scrape in an interview for my dream job. Again, all this is hoping that my statistics are right and after nights of whinging about how bad my score was and so forth, it came to my realisation one 2am late night that not many even get a chance to chase their dream, to truly see the summit within reach and honestly that's more than i could ever hope for. So it doesn't matter if i stumble and fall, because the other thing that matters is that i've had a chance to begin with plus you can always get back up and continue walking.

Multitasking with breakfast and getting my keyboard sticky so bye.