I don’t think I ever posted about this because I’m about as active as a slug- since about 6th grade I knew I wanted to be a psychiatrist. For 6 years I knew for a fact I was going to major in biology and go to med school.

During winter quarter, I took chemistry. I took the chemistry lab with it as well. Things went okay; I’m not a huge fan of chemistry but it’s a necessity for the major.

Towards the end of the quarter, I had a sleep attack during the lab. I hit the concrete hard. I wasn’t holding any glassware or chemicals, thankfully. I ended up fine, but then it brought up something important.

If I major in biology and pursue a medical career, I will be constantly taking endless labs. What happens on the day I am holding a vial of a dangerous chemical, or I hit my head on concrete?

I talked with my family about it, and now I’m on the road to community psychology. I was pretty damn depressed for a while, that for my own safety I had to give up what I was so passionate about accomplishing.

I’ve been thinking about it lately, since I just wrapped up my first year at the university. I plan on applying for my major in the winter, though it’s not what I had planned all along. I’m pretty much over it now, though it does cross my mind now and then.