Haha. I actually applied to do medicine. My exam results were good enough but it turned out my relationship with my headmaster ruined my chances. On his very first day as our new headmaster my dad phoned him to enlist his help in beating the cult out of me. Right after his first morning assembly which left us all thinking oh shit, what are we in for now, I was called to his office and caned. I'd just turned 16.
The next 2 years at school was like a war between me and him. I'm sure it was his report on me that ensured no university offered me a place.
So as soon as I could I just left home and hitched round Europe. It was my dad that enrolled me in microbiology. He phoned some friends i was staying with in Italy where I'd run out of money, and as there was a grant available in those days I accepted. It was better than working.
I got a degree, but not a very good one. Too much time spent hitching round Europe going to festivals.
My son qualified as a doctor a few weeks ago. Like any parent, I was pleased and proud, but I had reason to be even more pleased.
