Attempting to understand DNA replication and protein synthesis...
Well, here we are. 2015, and I am in fact, sitting in a biochemistry class. At 8:10am every Tuesday and Thursday morning, to be exact. It is most definitely one of the most challenging courses I have taken, thus far. Sometimes I cannot believe I am entering a career that requires such a strong science base. It's not that I think I can't get through it, but rather, I just never thought of myself as going into a field of science. The Registered Dietitian (RD) curriculum is mentally exhausting at times, but I also really enjoy the challenges.
This semester, I am taking the following classes, totaling 12 units:
Sustainability in the Textile, Housing, and Food Industries (my one and only elective)
Nutrition in the Life Cycle
Management of Quantity Food Purchasing and Production (with lab, which is working in the back of a teaching kitchen)
I am grateful that I have excellent teachers, all around. My Biochemistry Professor in particular, though very tough, is young and committed to ensuring that we really do learn. One of my other teachers, who is a fellow RD, is legally blind. She has the best sense of humor, constantly telling us relatable stories about working in the food industry, as well as her own journey to become an RD. I find inspiration in her patience with herself, her perseverance, and also, her wonderful sense of humor.
I think what I am most excited about, this semester, is that I have gotten through the transition state. I realized it took me a good four months to figure out my new life as a student. And now, I have my routine (mostly) down. I've got my volunteer jobs in place, my job-job in place, and my school schedule confirmed. I understand how to live, financially, as a student. And though that is the least-fun part, I am making it work.
I have also realized a lot about humility and my own ego. It has felt both a little odd and a little freeing to go from working a full-time job, where I had a lot of responsibility, was compensated, and assumed a leadership role, to assuming volunteer positions where I am, well, a volunteer. It's different. In all honesty, at times, I have found myself feeling a little insecure, that, here I am, 29 years old, and a volunteer. I'm not sure if I can articulate these feelings any other way. Therefore, I remind myself, to 1) Be kind to myself and 2) This is all part of the journey towards becoming an RD.
Because, sometimes, to move forward in your life, you have to go backwards. Start from the bottom. And work (or volunteer) your way back up.
You can find other posts about my Journey to Become an RD here:
Journey to Become an RD: My First Week of School
Journey to Become an RD: The First Month and My Biggest Challenge