Admissions Essay - I Dont Want to Be a Doctor :: Medicine College Admissions Essays

Admissions Essay - I Dont Want to Be a Doctor   I was talking to my sister on the phone, the little one, and she said,             I dont think I privation to be a doctor.   And I thought,             Oh, no(prenominal)   Now, you gotta understand,             were Asiatic.             South Asian, actu bothy.             Sri Lankan, specific each(prenominal)y. And the thing about Asians is,             were * each* supposed to be doctors.             We all *are* doctors.   My dads friends are doctors.             my moms friends are doctors,             my dads *friends* friends are doctors.             and all of their fools                         are in med school right now,                         supply to be doctors.   My middle sister is planning to be a doctor,             fourth year Johns Hopkins, pre-med,             volunteering at a local anaesthetic hospital,             studying for the MCATs.   And I had thought the youngest was safely on the track,             a a few(prenominal) years behind,             a freshman in college, pre-med,         &n bsp   taking Biology, Chemistry,             studying all the damned m,             going to be just what the world needs,             another Asian doctor.   And you gotta understand -- I was happy about this.             Theyll be successful.             Theyll have money they wont have to worry,             Theyll be able to pay the rent on time unlike their big sister             whos dumb enough to try to steel a living as a writer,                           but best of all                          itll collide with the parents happy.   After all -- *someone* had to to do it.             Someone had to make the parents happy,             and it certainly wasnt going to be me                         black sheep,                         dater of white boys                         writer of pornography,                         wastrel of her parents happiness.       So the little one says to me,             I dont think I want to be a doctor.   An d 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 dope kitchen somewhere.   Shes eighteen, remember? Remember eighteen?   And I want to cheer I want to stand up and say,             You go, girl