I Dropped Out of School

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would drop out of anything. I’ve always been the kind of person who finishes what they start, yet here I am, feeling like quitting is the right thing to do for the first time in my life.

Let’s clear the air first: my decision to drop out wasn’t due to financial constraints (In the larger scheme of things), family responsibilities, lack of interest, social issues, health problems, or limitations of the system.
In fact, I was excelling in my courses, and with above average grades.

Proof — because show, don't tell.

Truth is deep down, I felt like a part of me was dying, slowly and steadily, in those classrooms. It wasn’t like this in grad school. Each day in the classroom felt like a slow erosion of my spirit.

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This definitely wasn’t the case during my grad school days. My initial medical journey began as an EMT, a role I loved for the opportunity to care for others and to be calm in the storm. The gratification of knowing I was there for them was immense.