The journey has barely begun, but here is how it started.
It’s funny to say it’s all suddenly happening so fast when really it seems like it’s been a decade in the making nevertheless, there is only so much I can do to prepare for the next step in my academic journey, and I am fast-approaching a confrontation with the sheer number of factors that remain out of my control. Now, I’m ultimately headed for the same destination I had envisioned for myself as I did as a kid (with the notable change from language arts to medical history), but there were plenty of times along the way I didn’t expect - or even intend - to end up where I plan on going. It felt like my eyes were open for the first time to the world around me. My thoughts for the future began to wander toward criminology or law school. I was fascinated by the study of people, our lives and behaviours and culture. I’ve never considered myself to be a remotely religious person, but I suddenly found myself drawn to Christian theology courses taught from a sociological perspective.
There were plenty of surprises along the way: it turned out I didn’t enjoy university-level English very much but loved nearly every course I took in the social sciences. Ten years later, I was (conditionally) accepted into the University of Glasgow’s Museum Studies taught Master’s program.Īs if it were that simple - a straight line from point A to point B, a dream and a plan to bring it to fruition. I wanted to travel across the ocean to a place steeped in history and scholasticism. At about 12 years old, I had begun to answer the commonly-asked question, “So, what do you want to be when you grow up?” with a tentative but ambitious goal: I would pursue my Bachelor’s degree (probably in English, because that was my favourite subject in school) here in Canada - hopefully not too far from home - before moving away somewhere fascinatingly different to the small town that was all I had ever known.
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