How to Become a Pharmacist: Pharmacy School Edition

My pharmacy school acceptance letter came in the mail when it was just my brother and I at home. He recorded me opening the letter and ugly crying, probably the same way my dad had opened all my interview request letters. I felt such a sense of relief and gratification as I read, “We are pleased…” I had been working so hard towards this goal and being accepted to my first choice school meant EVERYTHING. 

I spent all summer gathering Pinterest board inspiration for my college apartment (my roommates were nice enough to not fight me on being the designer dictator) and gathering all the things I would need for my big move. I drove up to the interview with my parents and we looked at apartment options. I decided on renting with three other roommates to save on cost and to have companionship. I am still good friends with my roommates to this day and we always end up reminiscing about our time together like a bunch of viejas.

My motto in pharmacy school was just to survive! I constantly told myself that what I’d be learning would be my career and would have an impact on my patients and the community. I didn’t take a single subject, disease state or elective for granted. I made sure to find a study group that shared my same vision and passion for the profession of pharmacy. There were plenty of late nights, followed by early mornings. There were periods of self doubt, struggle and frustration which would all get supressed once grades would post(if only real life had such instant gratification). I made it a point to volunteer and give back to the Tallahassee community through the FAMU College of Pharmacy and Pharmaceutical Sciences.

My most challenging semester was when I had to retake a class the summer before P-3 year started. Spending a summer in Tallahassee when most of the town and your classmates got to spend the summer at home having fun was hard. I didn’t have two months back home to refresh, recharge or relax. There was no pause between P-2 to P-3 to P-4 rotations. I came to get my first month off in December of 2015. Looking back at it now, those times were challenging, but it built my endurance and made me the pharmacist I am today.

As a pharmacist, you are a lifelong learner. No two days are the same for me. My days are filled with intense sadness and extreme joy all at once. I am grateful for the work I do and for the lives I get to touch each day. I am your pharmacist.


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