Change of Direction

This morning I went into school for a uniform check and course confirmation. Of course carrying on the Anderson tradition of arriving late, I got to school ten minutes late. When I first came into the hall, I thought I had come into the wrong place! Everyone looked much older and mature! After I recognised a few of the guys in the back row, I realised I was in the right place.

 

I was last to have my uniform and options checked, and I told my dean Mrs Taylor that I still wasn’t sure which career I wanted to aim towards after school ever since she didn’t recommend law to me, she took me to her office to have a chat. In the end, I had a whole new direction…medicine! She told me there were many more opportunities in medicine, not all of them involving blood. I have a bit of a phobia of blood. When I was at intermediate school and I cut myself in the woodwork room, my friend took me to the sickbay in the office to get it plastered, but I didn’t make it. While standing there waiting at the office window, and as the principal came by, I fell over and fainted. Next thing I knew, I was lying on a bed with a saw behind!

 

Now I’ve dropped accounting and history for physics and biology, as well as English, Chinese and calculus. Since I’m not too keen to do English next year, I think I might pick up history again next year and drop English, that way I can choose whether I want to do law OR medicine once I’ve finished school.