It's funny how the universe has a way of converging paths...I wasn't even supposed to be there. I was supposed to be in Med. School, just like my mom had always wanted. And a few months earlier, That's exactly where I was headed...Leaving my uptown school with uptown grades and uptown friends, I had every intention of living my mother's dream.
It's only now that I realise how wise I was to change my course. My heart was no longer in science, it never was - it was somewhere completely different.
I would have made a terrible doctor anyway- just like the one I took my mom to when she fell ill last year. I recognized him immediately from my uptown high school, but he never recognized me. Or if he did, he never acknowledged it. After a few minutes of his talking through us in a monotonous drone, he began examining my mother - and I, began examining him. He wasn't supposed to be there...I could see it in his eyes. He had a disdain for his job that his white coat couldn't hide. But still, he hid behind it. He hid behind the illusion our uptown school had created for us: "Study hard. Go to medical school...Become a DOCTOR." But no matter how much air he put on or how thick he lay down his performance, I realised I could still see right through his stark white coat and he looked to me like a naked emperor...and right then and there, I thanked God that I got out when I did.
