What does the future hold.

A journey back to 2004.
It’s her first day in highschool, and a small 11 year-old student, is walking up the corridor that she’s spent the best part of all summer learning. She was on a schedule. It was morning, 09:45 hours, and she had to be at tutorial, for 09:50 hours. That would take 5 minutes to get there. Through the narrow furnished corridor, with wooden panels she walked, straight ahead, down another long straight corridor, with the turning on the right, that took you to the library, and also through some double doors, to 2 stairwells, one going to the unit for cognitively impaired, and the other, down to the German rooms. They occasionally smelled of food. As the year went on, she carried on through her classes, but began to notice, there was something she excelled at. That was anatomy. She has always had an interest in medicine, right from the age of about 3, from getting a stethescope at the age of 5, from her GP, and letting her feel tools that were being used, as well as questioning everyone when she went for various checkups.
A few years later, and the rain is falling on the roof of the entrance hall. She is waiting for an interview with a careers advisor, but that will not go to plan, (see blog post further down my archive) So far, she has failed her first mock examinations, is not completing homework and, if she can, doing the bare minimum of work possible.
Finally her GCSEs were done, and it was crunch time. Had she passed, or not. The answer, she had only scraped 2, and failed the rest. Or, passed, but with very low marks. Now she was destined for the local colledge, which she thought would be a rather good afair, as she would not have to do so much accademic work, but unfortunately, her social skills, let her down. Later, she went to the colledge in the UK, which would be where she would discover the Open University.
But what careers had she imagined herself having? An instantanious language interpretor, perhaps a singer, perhaps a medical secretary, general secretary, when she was younger, a doctor, or a nurse, even a ward sister, now a psychologist,/counsellor, or, a speech and language therapist, but hang on, what was this that was starting to interest her? Neuroscience? How could she possibley be a neuropsychologist? She began emailing various people, researching the career specifications, reading up on the job role, reading up on qualifications, when finally, she had decided, that was to be her career aspiration, a neuropsychologist. All she had to do, was make history, by trying to become the first blind neuropsychologist in the Uk, if not the world. They say people love those who try, so why not. If you don’t try, you will never know.   


About samantha ash

I'm 24 years old, totally blind, and suffer from Epilepsy, which is controlled. My interests include Neurology, Psychology, anything to do with the weather, and other documentaries. I am also a classical singer, though not professional. I am studying towards a degree in Neuropsychology at University of Central Lancashire. I wish eventually, to pursue a career in neurorehabilitation, or in neuropsychology, in order to help those who have sustained traumatic brain injuries, Acquired Brain injuries, stroke, and other neurological conditions. I wish to help them to cope psychologically too, and help them to see the positive side to the life that they have now. As someone with a disability myself, I wish to tell those, "Do not say that you cannot do something. I do not wish to hear that. I wish to hear that you can, and you will succeed." If you enjoy what I post on here, feel free to comment, or contact me on samanthaash1993@gmail.com or feel free to like my facebook page. http://www.facebook.com/alifewithoutsight Enjoy reading. :)
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