A tiny ray of sunlight pierced through the cloudy sky that early afternoon as I watched my eldest sister slowly walk towards the airplane. I knew I would not see her for the next months to come. I was a young naïve child with little understanding of my sisters departure. "Your sister is going to University,” my mother told me. “She will return as a medical graduate. “
Seven years later, my eldest sister walked through the corridors of a well recognized hospital. She was a certified medical doctor. When I looked into her eyes, I saw her passion burning like an unquenchable flame of fire. She ignited a flame in me which made me imagine and work hard to be like her .
When I enrolled into University, I had two career options; Chemical Engineering and Medicine. I settled for Medicine, and there, my journey began. When I recall, I was one of the happiest freshers in my intake. The first year of medical school felt like a story with a happy ending. The only thing that worried me was submitting assignments in time. I did not struggle with assessments and tests as I was a focused student.
If there is one thing that amazes me about life in University it is the freedom every student is entitled to. The freedom to study or not to study, the freedom to spend your time as you wish with zero guidance or rules on how to live. This had a life changing effect on my academic life, and I believe every student is likely to experience this.
Through University I was exposed to a number of things. I was only a decision away to be whosoever I wanted to be. I could be a diva who attends lectures as though they were beauty pageants, or a student who dodges classes when I felt like, or a nerd who studies like that's the reason for living. All I had to do was make a choice to be who I want to be.
Many semesters passed by, and school changed; or maybe I changed. Assignments were due, tests were due, everything was due. This means it was time to do everything at once! My assignments, tests and everything else. This was overwhelming. Many are the times when I would look at my course outline and realize how much work I had. On different occasions I would murmur and wonder why I chose this career. The journey got so tough, and made me question my ability. Most of the time I felt like I wasn’t as intelligent as before. There was a time I wished I could quit, but if I did, I would regret.
Through medical school, I have learnt that the journey to success is not easy. It will beat you to the ground and leave you wounded, but your desire to succeed will determine whether you make it, or stay down.
I am currently studying to be a doctor. I get tired, and fail sometimes. To keep running my race, I remember why I started, and where I am going. I picture myself in that white lab coat and pink stethoscope. When I do, I smile, for I know that my hard work is not in vain. This applies to you if you have set your hands on any work, whether studies or business, always remind yourself where you are going. Your sweat is worth the success!
“Sometimes you fail, and wish to quit, but when you envision the results of your hard work, you see hope, and keep running.” Luwi Muwema.