Being a College Athlete and a Pre-Med Student
People often ask me “how did you manage being a D1 athlete and a Pre-Med student?” Usually, I just respond back with a casual “I honestly don’t know”. I mean hey, you do what you want when you poppin right? (Kudos to Future) But since graduating, I have had a little time to lay around, catch up with friends, reflect on accomplishments, and indulge in my parents cooking. As I slowly come to terms with the fact that I am no longer a college undergrad, feelings start rushing in. How did I make this happen? In a matter of 4 years, I had managed to graduate with a Biology Pre-Med Major and Chemistry Minor, be named as the Top 26 of my class, become an All-Tournament Team starting defender for a D1 program, and still find the energy to make great friends and build connections with people that will last a lifetime. I would like to say that this amazing “student-athlete” has been in the works ever since I was little…but there’s a lot to explain.
Academics have always being my strong suit. I remember in middle school getting recognized for having ALMOST all straight A’s all three years (I will never forgive my 7th grade English teacher for giving me my only B+), but yeah I was that girl. To put it simply, I just love to learn. With athletics, that is where I struggled. Thanks to my dad and brothers, I grew up very competitive and active. I have always loved sports, but my fitness level was something I struggled with. My dads favorite line is, “I remember when you couldn’t even run a lap around the track without stopping!” Even though I’d like to say that this is not true, I can’t lie to you guys. My coaches would say that I’m a great athlete but my fitness was an issue. Because of this, I never thought that being a D1 athlete was something that was tangible or realistic. Until one day, a light switch went off in my head. From that day on, I was committed to making this dream a reality. Now this is not to say that this journey was free from bumps in the road. But the bumps and the hiccups are what make my story so rewarding.
Fast forward to college. I’m doing great in my classes, meeting new people, but come practice time, this is where the real work began. We did this thing called the Maryland Test. I wont get into grave detail about what this actually consists of because you may not want to read the rest of this post, but basically you run until you can no longer see straight. I loved lacrosse and I refused to just be mediocre at anything I do. So for half of my lacrosse career, I sprinted, cried, and SWEAT to try to become this athlete that I knew I could become. All the hills I ran, all the sweets I had to decline, all the fun trips with friends that I couldn’t go on, all the soreness I pushed through, was all worth it when I earned that starting position. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely proud of my degree and all my academic accolades. Studying for Genetics, Immunology, and Neuroscience Finals while running on minimal sleep is not for the faint of heart. But when I look back on my four years, I see a girl who chose not to listen to the doubters. A girl who sometimes thought about giving up, but always had someone in her corner to snap her out of it. I have accomplished a lot in four years, but it wouldn’t mean anything without my support system and most importantly, God. College was great but its time to put on my big girl pants, or should I say scrubs, and conquer the world one patient at a time.
Until next time,