Over the weekend I was introduced to something new to be addicted to: Grey's Anatomy. To say I took to it like an addict taking to new drugs is an understatement; I watched the whole first season in 24 hours. It took me back to grade 11 when I went through that horrible period I like to call my "I don't know what I want to do after high school phase."
As I was finishing second semester in grade eleven I had realized that the science department and I didn't get along very well. Rather, physics and I got along decently enough considering the lack of effort I put into our relationship but chemistry required far too much memorization for me to take it to third base. I had come to the same assumption about biology, only it happened in grade nine. Memorization wasn't something I did. I wanted to know things, not have them memorized. Memorizing all the names to the parts of the cell was the equivalent of Chinese Water Torture. Or so I felt, I've never actually experienced it so I'm not sure how valid my claim is.
So as a result of the extra time spent finishing up my chemistry ISU after it had exploded during class, I had to stay behind to write a test during lunch. This test took place in a biology class after it had finished and some students were reviewing all the mistakes that had made on their tests. Listening to everything they talked about and by the end of the test I had the largest desire to go into medicine ever. I was also kicking myself for not taking it in grade eleven. In fact, I was so serious about it two days later I was in the guidance office redoing my whole schedule so that I would graduate with all the grade twelve sciences so I could go into some medicine program somewhere. Of course by the time August rolled around I had pussied out and switched back to taking all the grade twelve maths instead.
Grey's Anatomy gives me so much to hope for going back into school again. I want awesome roommates that I connect with like that. Not that I wouldn't be able to connect with Adam or Alex or Natasha. I'm just not living with them yet, and my mother has made my September living plans incredibly complicated. I want to be so passionate about what I do. One of my biggest fears is getting to UofT and finding out that I don't care about Commerce at all. Most of all I want to do something meaningful.
Let's talk for a minute about how awesome doctors are. Hello, they SAVE LIVES. That's what they do. Sure, other people may have more dangerous lifesaving work (i.e. firemen) or have stressful jobs making sure idiots don't kill themselves while they're having fun (see: lifeguards), but neither of them have the range of lifesaving skills that doctors have. I'm not even going to talk about surgeons now because that's just crazy. Cutting chunks out of a brain and not ruining anything? That's WTF awesome. People complain about how much doctor's make a year, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say they deserve it for doing what they do.
I've fallen in love with the cast - as in completely and totally in love. Even with Alex who is a major penisface. I wish I had gotten into this show sooner so I could have actually watched the second season while it was on. Now I'm going to have to try and find out when Season Two comes out on DVD (bonus points for that info). Until them I'll soak up some other series and then watch season one over and over again. If I happen to start pretending I'm a doctor let it go until I start trying to use terminology that I don't understand at all. Then you can throw a medical textbook at my head. Or maybe three.

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