Dual PhD’s- The Last Step on my Educational Journey
College life for me began at age 15 1/2. I was a senior in high school and decided to take a class at Brooklyn College. My first class was Core 4 People, Power and Politics. It was a course in political science and history. I spent my Sunday mornings from 9-1 p.m. in a small red desk feverishly trying to jot down the Professor’s every word. I used my tape record to help capture any words that I missed. My weekdays were spent researching and reading every word of our textbook and any supplements. At the same time, I still had to attend my last four high school classes. My hardwork paid off and I received an A.
At age 16, I graduated from Edward R Murrow High School with honors. I left high school behind and attended Brooklyn College full time. My dream was to become a medical doctor but this dream would be slowly fade away. Pre medical courses turned out to be a lot harder than high school chemistry. I struggled to complete my general chemistry courses and adequately complete the lab exercises. I majored in Political Science because I wanted to have a liberal arts major to fall back on. I never thought this would happen but it did.
After getting C’s in biology, I attempted to take Organic Chemistry during the summer. It was the hardest class that I ever took. I could not keep up with the daily quizzes. The structure of carbon molecules baffled my mind. But I was determined not to give up. I kept going until the end. Then I had to face the grim reality of receiving an F. It was hard to accept failure. I never cried so many tears or experienced that degree of emotional pain. I tried again to take the class but was paralyzed by fear. The following spring, I got an A- in Physics. Unfortunately, it was too late. My confidence in medicine was lost. I would never become a medical doctor. I felt like my dream of becoming a doctor died.
Luckily, I still had political science. This offered me another opportunity to become a doctor. I wanted that title so badly. The prestige of being called doctor gave me the confidence to work hard and complete my B.A. at 18 1/2.
The next year I was accepted into graduate school in Political Science. But I began to lose passion for the subject. My grades were no longer excellent. My heart was still in medicine. After three attempts to get into the Political Science doctoral program, I left school for a while.
Three years of my life were spent pursuing my passion for journalism. I loved reporting and decided to explore medical journalism. I became a health editor for a newspaper and a D.J. on the radio. I also worked on my GRE scores.
Then I got a second chance and was accepted into the Political Science PhD program at the University of Florida. It was hard to have passion for political science. But I was also accepted into the Science/Health Communication M.A. program. This seemed like another opportunity to be called doctor and get my PhD.
Today, I am still at the University of Florida and hoping to one day achieve my PhD. For me, it means great prestige and the completion of your education. I long for the day when someone will call me doctor and I can produce a piece of research that will advance the field of science and health communication and political science.