Poor Educational Choices …

I attended a community college from 1992 to 1997.  That was a long time to stay in college, I am aware.

I struggled in college.  Not work the workload, just trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.  I originally had my heart set on being a computer programmer.  That was put on hold for the first year as I didn’t get accepted to the program that first year.

So I chose another path and started in the “Chem Tech” program.  It would have prepared me for a well paying job analyzing chemical and soil samples for toxins ect.  I had always enjoyed the sciences and it felt like a good fit.  I was during this time I discovered a love of Biology.  I found the study of cells and energy production fascinating.  I think it also helped that I had 2 very passionate instructors that just made the material fun to work through.

I decided before the end of the first semester that I would switch to health sciences so that I could continue to study Biology and physiology.

By the start of second year I had to choose between nursing or working in a medical lab.  I chose medical lab since it had more of the science focused areas that I loved.  It was here that I learned about writing experiments and test cases.  A skill that I still use to this day.  It was also here that I hit a bump in the road.

Let’s back up a bit …

I was born the son of a plumber from Arkansas … No wait … that’s not it.

I was born in the summer of 1973 in a city in northern Ontario Canada.  I was 8 weeks premature and born both Blue and Grey.  My mother had gotten violently ill during the final stages of pregnancy and I had to be rushed into the world ahead of schedule.  As a result of my hurried arrival I was born with a very mild case of Cerebral Palsy.  It caused me some trouble in my youth but a few surgeries and a lot of physiotherapy minimized the impact.  I wasn’t going to let it keep me down.  Doctors being what they are however warned me that I would become very familiar with my limitations.  Bah! I say!!

Fast forward to 1993 and those limitations would start to appear.

Lab work proved very difficult.  I found that I lacked the fine motor skills needed in the lab environment.  I could get things done but it took me longer than it did others and I became fatigued very quickly.  Since most of the jobs available in the field were contracts that paid you on the number of test completed in a given cycle I decided this wasn’t for me.

 

 

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