What it's Like: Contemplating grad school as a Latina
I didn't think it would end up this way. If you asked 5-year-old me who I would become when I grew up, I would have said a mother and a wife. Well, a wife first and then a mother. Definitely not the other way around. I'd go to hell if I become a mother before being married. If you asked 14-year-old me, who I would be, I would have said a traveler and a rich career woman. I might be a doctor or a surgeon. I would be successful and I wouldn't need a man, and who cares if there is a heaven or hell. I went to university. For the first time in my life, I got a C my very first semester in my pre-med course. How was I supposed to be a doctor if I couldn't even do well in the intro course? I guess I wasn't who I thought I was after all. I ended up changing my major to computer science instead of biology. "Tech is cool too right? I can still be that rich career woman I thought I'd be" I thought. I remember seeing an ad in university for an informational meeti
