I made the comment recently that my disability is a part of my identity, but I certainly don’t find my identity in my disability. That is still completely true, but as I was skimming through my past posts, I realized that’s not what it seems like. So I wanted to write a post that’s a bit different than my usual “what life is like now,” to try and let everyone in with a few “little known things” about Sam Schroth. Plus there are some things I’ve been meaning to tell everyone (and something my Mom told me I better tell everyone) and this seems like a good a way as any. So….onward….
1. I can draw (ish). Now I’m not an artist by any means of the word, but I do enjoy and have some talent at pencil drawings. I had to put the “ish” qualifier in there though because I can’t just “free hand” draw something. I draw by taking a picture, splitting it into squares and drawing what I see in each of those squares. I’ve always been a visual person with a keen eye for patterns and that’s exactly what this is.
Now I have drawn more then just dogs, but the only picture I still have that I’ve drawn for myself is of Walt Disney and that happens to be downstairs and shockingly, stairs and I don’t interact very often.
2. This one is the “Mom says so” fact. I watch the Bold and the Beautiful soap opera on an almost daily basis. Goodness, I can’t believe I’m admitting this…Mom would have the show on at lunch while I was out at Craig and it drove me bonkers. I would spend the entire half hour making fun of how ridiculous it was and melodramatically acting out all of the ridiculous love scenes (because let’s face it, they are ridiculous). Then I got home aaannnd started watching it. Geez, I feel like an old woman admitting that….
3. This one is the “Sam thinks she should say so” fact and I guess it’s a hard one to decide where to start. Ummm, I’ve spent a lot of time since the end of November/early December thinking about my plans for life. It was around then that I had submitted my application to go for my Masters in Vet Med and do research. Yet, the more I think about it, the less sure I am of that path. Although I had thought of doing research before my injury, the research I wanted to do was very field based, on farm kind of stuff. Now, simply because I can’t walk, that research isn’t an option. The kind of things I can do now are very lab and computer based. It’s important work, yes, but not the kind of work I really want to do.
So, since early December I’ve been very seriously considering medical school to become a practitioner and then specializing in spinal cord injury medicine. Uh, yea…I actually already have all the prerequisite courses I would need for med school completed with a very competitive GPA. Umm yea, that was a God thing. All I would need to do is take my MCAT which is basically like the ACT on steroids. I plan to take it at the end of March, so I’ve started studying.
However, Mr. Leopold seems to think that MCAT means I should be studying him. Little nut….The only bad part about all of this testing nonsense is how much I’ve realized I’m enjoying studying. It’s honestly a little sickening, but there’s just so much awesome stuff out there! *End nerd moment*
I plan to keep my Masters application in the system as I work towards “officially” deciding what route I want to take. It’s hard to change your plans so drastically and I’ve lost a lot of sleep in the midst of it all. I mean, I’ve put so much work and effort since middle school into building an impressive resume revolving around the world of vet sci. But now, everything is so different. I will always love my sheep and cows, but the impact I can have on that world is very different than what it used to be.
Now the things I’m extremely passionate about revolve around the new world I find myself in. They revolve around teaching others about this new life and helping those who find themselves in a position like mine.
I pray God makes it clear to me what He wants me to do. But you know, whenever I do pray that, I wonder if God’s up there saying, “Seriously human? A dead tree fell on you, what more do you want?!”
So that’s me.
P.S. If you need any reading material, I’m sure Mom will let you borrow her favorite magazine…
Okay, I’m just being a pain. I don’t even think she reads this, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw it come in the mail.
I’m so gonna be disowned..
I love you Mom!