So I started out college pre-med. As with most things at that point in my life, I had the best intentions, just no follow-through. This thing called skipping classes and not studying got in the way.
I wanted to be a forensic pathologist. Before you laugh and say, "Yeah, whatever Dr. G" take into account my age - this was back before CSI. I really just came up with that myself. I wanted to do autopsies. Though I knew I would've loved to be a surgeon, even then I knew the responsibility I possessed was limited and cutting open dead bodies seemed a much better idea than live ones. Plus, it's sort of like getting to be a detective and a doctor all in one. How cool would that be?
But instead of focusing on that goal, life got in the way as well as my irrational nature, and I changed majors eight times before I graduated. Sure, I managed to learn a little bit about a lot of things in that time, but to this day I still regret not going to medical school. Short of finding a winning lottery ticket and a medical school that accepts new students based on highest Rock and Roll Jeopardy score and not the MCAT, I think this Christmas wish may be a real long shot too.