Posted by: Connie Pringle8 JUN 2012
The sense of accomplishment associated with completing the MPharm degree is phenomenal.
I haven't always been a sure-footed pharmacy undergraduate. Having never really known what I wanted to do when I grew up, I spent a significant proportion of the first pharmacy years working hard but quietly pondering plan B options. Was pharmacy really for me? Would I really have to spend every summer selling meal deals and perfume at Boots? More to the point, could I make it through the intensive four-year academic assault course (emphasis on the 'assault') set out before me? Did I even want to try?
Before I had chance to opt out, I realised that I had come too far to turn back; I resolved to give it my best shot! So, I embraced the profession wholeheartedly, discovering a love of conferences, blogging and extra-curricular pharmacy-related activities along the way. As clinical modules began to cross my path I enjoyed learning to solve patient-oriented problems. I moved in with fellow-pharmacy students who spurred me on via in-house chemotherapy revision 'conferences' and geeky late night conversations about OTC medicines. Last year I did an exciting internship at PJ, which reminded me again that pharmacy is more than simply counting prescriptions and pointing people towards chicken sandwiches.
No one could be more astounded than me (although my academic advisor didn’t even try to conceal her surprise!) that I stuck with it, came this far and have actually grown up to quite like pharmacy. Attention to detail and my organisational skills are etched more finely into my personality, alongside the assurance that my identity and sense of achievement isn’t based on academic successes or failures!
Four years later, twelve and a half thousand pounds, several litres of blood, sweat and tears down, my work here is done. Now, I’m in limbo between university and the real world - awaiting exam results.
After the uphill struggle of completing my final year project, I’m pleased to say that I couldn’t have worked any harder during my time at the University of East Anglia (UEA) School of Pharmacy. So, whatever the outcome of my final exams, and whatever happens next, I’m happy. All in all, I’ve had a great time. And, as the age-old university chant goes, 'UEA is wonderful!'.
My campus card runs out today...I'd better go and settle up that final UEA Library fine!