My Medical School Journey: PART 1: How It All Started…

Dear readers,

 

I realized that I never made a blog post about my medical journey…
When I asked you to send questions on my Instagram stories, I got tons of questions about medical school/being a doctor (or a doctor to be in my case, haha).
That’s why I thought it would be a good idea to tell a little more about it here!
I will write 3 parts because I want the blog posts to be complete and 100% honest.

 

(I deleted a big part of this blog post because I sometimes feel like I talk too much, haha. And also because I need to make sure everything I say can’t be misinterpreted and won’t offend anyone. 
That’s why I deleted a few interesting paragraphs :s )

 

Where do I start?

 

I was 4 here, I think. I wasn’t designing clothes at this age, haha, just didn’t have a nice digital picture when I was 10.

 

 

I always said I wanted to become a doctor since the age of 12.
Before that age, I always said I wanted to become a fashion designer since I was obsessed with designing dresses on paper.
I even bought my own sewing machine and started to turn my fashion sketches into a reality when I was the age of 10.
I love to be creative and to create beautiful things!
I always did and my passion for style hasn’t changed one bit since childhood. 😉
That’s why I love to do this (blogging and Instagram)!

 

 

I was obsessed with drawing fashion sketches featuring evening gowns when I was a child. I always said I wanted to become a fashion designer until the age of 12!


However, I am also still convinced of my choice of becoming a doctor and I think it is such a beautiful profession!
I just have a very specific vision of what type of doctor I would like to become, there are only a few options for me. 😉
Where there is a passion for something, you will find the strength to work hard for that and succeed.
I truly believe that is the truth!

As I said earlier, I started saying I wanted to become a doctor since the age of 12.
I always had the highest grades in class so I wasn’t worried about my capacities.
Unfortunately, at a certain age my grades at school started to go down.
There are several factors that were at the root of this and I would say my mind was very chaotic and troubled during my teenage period.
I also didn’t feel very happy from the age of 14-18 years old (quite an understatement).
Actually I can’t think of a period were I felt more isolated, lonely and misunderstood.
I believe everything happens for a reason and that every hard period in your life makes you stronger and wiser in some way.
However, periods like these come with a cost.
Next to the fact that it left some scars that take a looong time to heal, I was also just not really focused on studying and getting high scores.
It wasn’t a priority for me and I had so many worries that weren’t focused on my future.

 

 

I was 16 when this picture was taken. I wasn’t going through the best period of my life, I can tell you that!

 

Luckily, my grades were okay enough to never end up in any troubles but I wasn’t disciplined at all.
In my last year of high school, it was important to prepare for the entrance exam of medicine but honestly, it wasn’t a priority for me at the time.
I didn’t prepare at all so I didn’t end up passing the entrance exam that summer.
However, that was quite a wake up call for me and I started to realize I really needed to get going if I wanted to make something of my life.

I suddenly started to become so motivated to study and to become a doctor.
The thing is with me, when I fail or when people don’t believe in me, I become extremely motivated to show people that I can. 😉
My family says that when I want something, you don’t know anyone who can work so hard to get it than Kim. 😉

Even though my French was extremely bad at the time, I made the decision to inscribe myself in a French speaking university (Université Catholique de Louvain) which didn’t require an entrance exam.
Quite a challenge and a choice for someone whose worst course in high school was French, haha.
I said to myself nothing in my life will stop me from becoming who I want to become and no external circumstances (or people) either.
I will never let something or someone dictate me what to become or what not.
I have a vision for my life and I will always try to find other ways to become what I want to become!
I don’t quit, I don’t give up. 😉
That’s not how I am, I am a pusher. :p (Sometimes too much for some people but hey, that’s just my personality!)

 

 

 

 

I tried soooo hard my best during that first semester in the French speaking university to succeed.
I won’t deny it was hard, also socially; I am already such a shy and introvert person and speaking in another language makes me even more anxious! (I also do suffer from situational social anxiety due to some bad experiences in my youth)
However, I had a goal and failure is not an option for me. 😉
I never worked so hard in my life before and my first exams were a success, nobody expected this.
With evenings and days behind my desk and using Google translate for practically my entire courses, I succeeded!
I was so happy and I decided to just stay in the French speaking university and complete my studies there.

 

This picture was taken during the year I was at the French speaking university. Unfortunately there wasn’t such a thing as being an influencer there so I didn’t make a lot of pics. That’s why I can’t show you a lot of pictures!

 

 

I think it was around Easter holiday that an epiphany hit me.
I realized it was very though studying in French, not only on an intellectual level but also on a social level.

Also, there were some articles in the news about how there are too many doctors graduating from the French part of Belgium.
Suddenly there wasn’t a guarantee that we would get an INAMI or RIZIV number (it is a number that shows that you are officially recognized as a doctor in Belgium) because there were too many medical students.
This news made me anxious!

All these factors combined made me try go for the entrance exam in the Dutch speaking part of Belgium once again.
I would in fact lose a year with that, but I just felt like it was the right choice for me.

I decided to not participate in 50% of my exams of the second semester and prepared for the entrance exam and I passed with no troubles.

 

That’s where my medical journey continued… but then in Dutch 😉

 

 

NEXT UP: PART 2 AND PART 3.

 

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