Personal Narrative On Becoming A Pharmacist

They Told Me I Couldn’t I sat there anxiously, waiting for my family’s reaction. They all stared at me with blank expressions on their faces.
“You’re joking, right?” my sister asked. Everyone laughed. My heart dropped a little. I picked it back up and said, “No, I’m going to do this.” The laughter stopped and once again my family looked at me with confused looks. Their words raced in my mind. They told me I wasn’t smart enough. They told me it was a waste of money. They told me my dreams were too far from my reach. They told me I couldn’t… but I can.
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Grade 11 started off as a good year. I was focused, driven, and ready to ace the school year. Ever since I was little, I always wanted to become a pharmacist. Something about mixing the

I had a map, and at the end of it I was going to get the treasure of becoming a pharmacist. I was checking off my checkpoints as I made my way through the path. That was until midterms. I stared at my report card as my world came crashing down. Before I looked into my future and saw a clear road ahead. Now there was nothing but bumps, potholes and traffic. The grades stung me. I was near failing in all my important classes, precisely 20% below the average I needed to get into pharmacy school. That was the moment when it really hit me. Dreams are called dreams because they’re not reality. They told me I couldn’t… and now I was starting to ask myself, “Can

“I WANTED to become a pharmacist. But have you seen my grades? There’s no way I’m going to get into pharmacy school.”
“Its just midterms. You still have half of the semester to get your grades up! You can’t give up this early.”
“The rest of the family, including you, mocked me when I told you about becoming a pharmacist. You guys thought I couldn’t do it. Apparently my marks are trying to prove the same point too.”
“ Honey, it’s not too late to change your marks. You’re in grade 11. You still have grade 12 to go. And just because we told you that you couldn’t do it... doesn’t mean you actually can’t.” My mom left the room, leaving me to think about what she said.
Like they say, mom knows best. Everything I liked about a pharmacist came rushing back to me. I loved pharmacy and I knew that if I tried my hardest I could bring my marks back up and eventually turn my dream into reality. I looked into my future and once again, my dreams were as clear as the water of the French Polynesia. And the pathway to it was even clearer. I am going to do this no matter what anyone tells me. They told me I couldn’t… but I