Soph’s Story
So, I should probably introduce myself properly.
As you might have guessed, my name is Sophie.
I’m 23 going on 63. I enjoy reading, films, travel, animals as well as science and environmental things.
I have owned my horse, Benny, for 10 years. He’s a fabulous character and is one of my favourite reasons to smile every day.
Those are the over arching themes of my life, now let me tell you a little more about how I have ended up where I currently am.
I was born in Stoke on Trent but moved to Devon when I was five and my parents had separated. My mum has been a huge inspiration for me while growing up alongside my mama (grandma) and Nanna (great grandma). Women have been my main role models and so I have strong thoughts on female positivity and leadership.
When I was 14 my Mama suddenly passed away at the age of 56 and for a while I was in a dark place. Unfortunately, before she passed away there had been a small family dispute which meant I hadn’t spoken to my Mama for some time and therefore we were not as close as we should have been when she died. That made me slump into a minor depression as I dealt with the grief and guilt. Now, I focus on the positive memories and I know that Mama knows she was always loved and that she will always be missed.
When I was little I wanted to be a vet, then a jockey, a vet, then a stud farm owner, a vet, then a mad scientist and then a vet again. I have always loved animals so becoming a vet seemed like the most wonderful job in the world. Although, when I realised that sometimes the animals don’t get better, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a vet anymore.
And so, I changed my mind.
After my experience of depression I was thinking about becoming a psychologist but this idea didn’t last very long. When nearing the end of A levels, I binge watched the TV series, House. I related to Dr House, with his sarcasm and utter dislike for human beings. I decided I wanted to become a doctor, if the people hating Dr House could do it, then why couldn’t I?
I applied for a degree in Medical Sciences at The University of Exeter with plans to transfer onto Medicine after the first year. The trouble with plans, is that they never go to plan.
I quickly got over my brief spell of unrealistic expectations for myself, I would never be a medical doctor because believe it or not, genuinely caring for people is probably a trait that any good doctor should possess.
When I reached the third year of my studies, I decided to take on the opportunity to do a placement year. I ended up in Falmouth at the Environment and Sustainability Institute doing research into antibiotic resistance. Lab research was something that I genuinely enjoyed and my placement year ended up being the best year of my degree. Naturally, after this I was set on doing a PhD and becoming Dr Holmes sounded super cool.
And yet, I changed my mind again.
With my new found interest in microbiology, I decided that I wanted to work in a lab but without having to do the really smart sciency stuff where you need a decent brain able to come up with your own ideas. I applied for the NHS Scientist Training Programme in Clinical Microbiology. Trouble is, there tends to be around 3 places per year and normally around 300 people apply. Ah, well I didn’t get offered an interview for that in 2019. I decided I would start working as a home carer to improve the ‘NHS values’ section of my application and then I would apply again in 2020.
What happened? I changed my mind... again.
I felt a little lost and started to wonder what it was that I was really interested in. What did I have a real passion for?
When I was younger, my main passion was always horses, but my mother always said, “there’s no money in horses”. As I got older, I started to become more interested in science but found that during my medical sciences degree I didn’t find anything that truly sparked my interest.
So, when I was trying to find my passions, I started analysing what it was that peaked my enthusiasm. I found that the articles or posts that I read on Facebook were usually related to the environment or climate change, and so when I saw the advert for the MSc Global Sustainability Solutions programme, my interest was sparked. Which brings us around to the present day.
MSc Global Sustainability Solutions is a brand new course which started in September 2019 and will take me up until September 2020. I hadn’t initially wanted to start in 2019 as I knew we would be the guinea pigs for this brand new sparkly course which is really rather transformational and exciting. Lured in by the 3k alumni discount, I ended up being one of 20+ guinea pigs. 5 months into the course and it has been quite the roller coaster. Depending on the day/hour/minute my emotions can alter from immense positivity to utter depression and grief for our changing world.
It’s an emotional journey to be on but I am so glad to be on it.
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Day 47: July 30th, 2018
Drawing a blank
When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.
I’m normally a non-confrontational person. I mostly avoid arguing seriously. So, I really can’t think of a situation where I’d need a comeback.
NEVERMIND I HAD A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE TODAY AND LET ME USE THIS!
I went to a first appointment with a plastic surgeon and he spent the whole time dissuading me of the idea of surgically removing my excess skin due to the scar it would leave. BUT HE WAS PREJUDICED HIMSELF AND DIDN’T EVEN LISTEN TO ME!
I have no problem with my scarring outcome and I’d be happy to substitute my flaccid skin with long scars on my arms and thighs. I daydreamed about the tattoo I’d finally be able to get on my arm to add to the scar, not to hide it, similar to the one I got on my stomach.
While he was speaking, all I thought about was leaving and coming back home and if I talked more, I wouldn’t have gone away so quickly, but I would love to tell him he knows nothing about my life and my routine. I don’t care about the scars, he’s nobody to tell me what I’ll be happy with or not. He’s just being prejudiced himself trying to influence me, saying that kids would ask and whatnot... Who cares about other people’s questions? He didn’t and couldn’t change my mind. What I’ll do is find another plastic surgeon. So STFU and keep working in an empty office. I rue the day I set the appointment. The only good thing about all this is that I’m not wondering ‘what if’ anymore. I already know this is not the surgeon for me.
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