My Week As A Science Major
When I showed up for the first day of my college biology course, the professor told us to shoot for an A. She said if we shot for an A, we might get a C, but if we shot for a C, we could get an F. Very encouraging for someone who had a particular dislike for science in the first place and just needed to round out their liberal arts education.
I had a goal in mind when we moved to Georgia - to find a job and start after one week. It worked there, so I had pretty much the same goal when we moved to Indiana. Once again, I was headed off to work after one week of unpacking. This time, it didn't work out so well.
The advertisement in the paper had sounded promising - a Business Assistant for an optometrist. I figured that was right up my alley since I had just left a job I loved doing front office work for a dentist. Halfway through the first interview, I found out the job wasn't for office, but rather as a technician. The most exciting part for me was getting to wear scrubs to work and I figured I didn't need to know that much more to tech - probably just grabbing information that the machines spewed out after testing and then turning it over to the doctor. WRONG!!
After four interviews, I showed up for my first day of a two week training session. Within minutes, I was knee-deep in scleras, corneas and optic nerves. Diagrams about myopia and hyperopia and emmetropia were filling my dreams, interspersed with millimeter measurements, progressive lenses and non-contact yadda yadda tests, otherwise known as the glaucoma test that shoots air into your eye. On the third day, they took us to the cataract laser center and we watched a video of two cataract surgeries. I thought I was going to die. Yet, I pressed on through tech terminology one and two and contact lens 101. I daydreamed about finding another job as we had a hands-on session to adjust nose pieces and popped lenses in and out of frames.
Suddenly scrubs just didn't seem that cool anymore. When Monday morning of week two dawned, I drove 30 miles and quit, just in time to miss three tests, a practical and lensometry.
The job search continues. Hopefully some business somewhere is willing to take in a science major drop-out.
By the way...I aimed for that A in Biology 101. I took home a C.
I had a goal in mind when we moved to Georgia - to find a job and start after one week. It worked there, so I had pretty much the same goal when we moved to Indiana. Once again, I was headed off to work after one week of unpacking. This time, it didn't work out so well.
The advertisement in the paper had sounded promising - a Business Assistant for an optometrist. I figured that was right up my alley since I had just left a job I loved doing front office work for a dentist. Halfway through the first interview, I found out the job wasn't for office, but rather as a technician. The most exciting part for me was getting to wear scrubs to work and I figured I didn't need to know that much more to tech - probably just grabbing information that the machines spewed out after testing and then turning it over to the doctor. WRONG!!
After four interviews, I showed up for my first day of a two week training session. Within minutes, I was knee-deep in scleras, corneas and optic nerves. Diagrams about myopia and hyperopia and emmetropia were filling my dreams, interspersed with millimeter measurements, progressive lenses and non-contact yadda yadda tests, otherwise known as the glaucoma test that shoots air into your eye. On the third day, they took us to the cataract laser center and we watched a video of two cataract surgeries. I thought I was going to die. Yet, I pressed on through tech terminology one and two and contact lens 101. I daydreamed about finding another job as we had a hands-on session to adjust nose pieces and popped lenses in and out of frames.
Suddenly scrubs just didn't seem that cool anymore. When Monday morning of week two dawned, I drove 30 miles and quit, just in time to miss three tests, a practical and lensometry.
The job search continues. Hopefully some business somewhere is willing to take in a science major drop-out.
By the way...I aimed for that A in Biology 101. I took home a C.
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