In it for the money
It might sound eccentric when I say that clearing out old drawers is a great way to spend a Sunday, but I have found that it can give rise to some delectable memories. I recently found a primary school magazine with a “what I want to be when I'm older” spread. I located my own entry-pop star-illustrated by a triangular shaped, microphone bearing woman. (I was never a great artist.)
Although I was laughing at my ridiculous pipedream, I realised that before cynicism develops children aim for the stars-as do medical students. We charge into university with soaring ambitions of healing the world to a background of star studded grades. At some point, though, other factors gain importance-hours, litigation, money-and before we realise, our previous aspirations have become fantasies that we can barely recall.
For admission interviews, most of us were warned against quoting money as our motivation for medicine-and