Why I chose PhD over MD?

I wish I knew in the beginning, because in terms of standardized tests, the subject test was less money and far easier for me than the MCAT. Scores were fine all around, but one was easier for my brain and shorter timewise. I spent thousands of dollars on MCAT study prep and simulated tests, hundreds on the Kaplan 7 subjects books, and books on books of practice exams. Then, the actual MCAT is like almost $500. So yeah, I spent tons of money just taking the MCAT, not even to mention my pre-med minor, and all those shadowing hours of the emergency department or on a lucky day surgical things etc. So, my GRE and Subject GRE combined were less money than the MCAT. However, all that time and money was not a waste, because now I know for sure I would like the PhD path, while having two options if I want them. I just feel like it is more me to be on my chosen path, and everything that I have ever studied is still applicable or valid either way. A lot of people have this long debate, I am not the only one, but it is a big choice in life. It all boiled down to, What is more me? I have known which one I want for a couple years now, but I thought sharing the ‘What is more me?’ logic would be helpful for someone. Steps in your life should feel natural, not knee jerking, the choice that feels right is probably the better one for you.

Afterwards, I let my friends use my books and notes for free.

This is supposed to be a picture of the PhD or MD debate. I guess it’s like a thing.

I will tell you, I took a biology class in a summer sesh, and the professor was the worst, giving me a very controversial topic for a paper and never stopping with the controversial; I needed half of my class to tell a dean what she would say to me in front of everyone. It is ok to have red hair, is all I have to say. I never had another professor talk to me about genetics the way she did ever again, seriously. The other topic she told me to write about was not about genetics of red hair, but about feeling pain and her controversial topics made everyone uncomfortable; it was a problem. That lady had some serious issues, like for real. I realized how crazy she was after taking advanced courses with a better school, and looking at personal options to conceive children, overall her views on genetics were not correct nor appropriate to be teaching. Honestly, there are just things that cannot be unsaid, and when you start thinking about conceiving in adulthood the last thing I should be thinking about are the comments that professor had about my red hair and genetics; even though I know there is something wrong with them, secretly I’m scarred for life with things that never should have been said. My private school bio proff did a lot to help me, and would never say anything negative about my genetics or red hair, in fact she loves my red hair. I’ll probably have a big family one day, and some of them might inherit my hair and whatever else that means, I don’t know yet, maybe it does skip a generation; only one way to find out. Maybe they will inherit being a marathon runner with a doctorate? I won’t let that awful biology professor know either way. All I would ever care about is those future children of mine are happy, healthy and alive, plus have a babysitter while I’m working. My baby nephew was just born a redhead, and we all love him a lot, don’t tell that old bio professor I had years ago. Italian class after that hideous biology course, kept me in a good mood later on in those days. When I actually took the next level class with my private school and the biology professor was another way, it was a positive experience for me. In any field someone is going to be nuts, and you’ll have to ignore it whilst finding a way to thrive despite that negativity. Be flexible, and keep trying in different ways if something does not feel right. If you feel like you belong somewhere, you probably do, and you are in the drivers seat of your education.