Firstly, apologies for the very long delay in posting and also apologies in advance for the fact that this isn’t a post about my travels during the Summer.
Over the past month or so, a lot of things have happened in my life that I feel are more relevant right now than my adventures in July. However, after this post I will get straight back into my stories about the wonderful city of Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
A lot of my close friends know that I recently lost one of the most important people in my life, my grandpa and it has taken me until now to bring myself to blog again, especially when this topic is involved.
Throughout my life, my grandpa was my absolute hero and everything I have done up until now and everything I will continue to do has been and will be to make him proud. In light of this, I decided to make some changes.
Throughout my first year of university, I was extremely bored and also miserable at the same time but I could never work out if I was miserable because of how boring my course was or whether my course felt boring because of how miserable I was (reading this back I realise this probably doesn’t make much sense). Everyone that has grown up with me knows that biology was the only subject in school I really cared for and despite changing my mind a million times about ‘what I want to be when I grow up,’ all my friends and teachers always knew I would end up on the biological route – specifically something involving anatomy. And so, for the last year I have been close to changing course many times but have never had the real incentive or bravery to do so until now.
After meeting a few girls studying anatomy/medical sciences at a kayaking give it a go session I attended a few weeks ago, I realised that my Grandpa would not have wanted me to continue doing something I had no interest in and so I began scrambling around trying to find a way to change on to the medical sciences course.
I phoned countless numbers and emailed people that I wasn’t even sure were related to the school of medicine but eventually I was asked to send over my grades from school and first year – which luckily were relatively good considering I didn’t enjoy the geography course. The professor I spoke to told me that the only real issue I could face was the fact that only two Scottish students are accepted onto the BSc Medical Sciences course due to funding quotas and so from this, I didn’t get my hopes up too high.
The following morning, I received an email informing me that the professor was happy to internally transfer me to my new degree! I no longer had to worry about the types of rock found along the Highland Boundary Fault and could finally pursue and learn about something I had been dreaming of my whole life (only a little bit exaggerated).
I guess what I am trying to say in this post is that it’s okay to not know what you want to do in life and it’s never too late to change your mind. I spent far too many of my school years believing that I had to have it all figured out.
I’m so grateful that the University of Dundee have been so helpful and efficient during my transfer between schools and I can’t wait to see what the future has to offer.
Apologies again for going off track and not posting something more exciting.