Prolonged yearning

Five more months and I'll be heading onto my internship program, hopefully. I'm still praying hard for that day to come. Honestly, my ultimate goal for this chapter of my life is to wear the UST Med Tech internship uniform. It was love at first. But I didn't really know that it was the internship of Med Tech not until my enrollment was approved by the University. Now that I'm on the last three months of my junior year, I feel really relieved that I've made it this far. It was not really my plan to pursue this pre-med course but it was my first choice. My family and friends told me that it was one of the best pre-med courses out there. I remembered that I just got paranoid I won't have any slot in the Department of Psychology so I immediately enrolled myself to Medical Technology.
Time flies so fast. I didn't even realize some of the events I went through just to get here. I admit, the past made me more resistant to stress, vigilant about health and tougher than ever. But I think I got more ignorant and non-approachable? Haha! I'm very sorry, I still have some coping issues. Nevertheless, I assure you that I will try to lessen the ignorance and "masungit" aura.
Anyway, yeah. Internship after five months. Then after that, it's Med school for me. That's my dream for myself. AHH, that feeling of accomplishment. Many people say Med school is for the tough guys. I guess, they're right. Who would even survive a specialty that'll deal with people's ailments if that course itself can kill you through the process, right? I know in myself that I can deal with it, wholeheartedly. I am determined to shape my future into a physician's. I want to give relief to people's ailments. If not, I will spare them the comfort that any drug cannot administer. That's how sure I am.
My parents have always been approving of my actions. I think they were more determined to work for my future when I decided that I wanted to have an MD attached to my name. As the obedient daughter, I will return the favor once I become a physician. My parents are the very demanding but discreet type. They don't say much but they have made me work hard for everything that I have now. When I was in grade school, I was always on top of the class rankings. During high school, I was always at the top half of the class. College, not much. But I'm proud of myself that I'm almost on my last year. See? My parents' influence demand the best out of me. That's why, in a way, I feel pressured being one of their daughters.
In my mind, I already made plans on what to pursue after I become a pediatrician. First, work in a hospital. So when I get to have my own clinic, I'd have experience in handling real-life situations. Second, establish my own clinic. This clinic will be very special to my parents' past, current and future employees, relatives and friends. Why? If not for them, I wouldn't be treating their illnesses. That's how I will show my gratitude for them. People around me have also expressed their wish for me to be successful in the medical field. And lastly, start a charity. My parents have always inculcated the value of helping those in need.
These plans might take long before I achieve them all but I'm very sure I will have them one step at a time. Slowly but surely.