As I slowly closed my eyes I can feel the mental exhaustion of listening to a multitude of voices being united by a single cause, to disrupt the teacher. Despite the monotonous regularity of my day as a ninth-grader, it was this particular day where I learned something completely new to me. My health teacher decides to show my class a video on health about the opium crisis. In childhood, I was taught about the dangers of medication and how they shouldn’t be abused at risk of doing serious bodily damage, but I never understood how severe the consequences were until that video. This video had essentially reinforced everything that was told to me by my parents and teachers as it shows what happens to a person after substance abuse; it shows the deterioration, agony, and an overwhelming sense of regret of the victim. I was mortified at the display and if that wasn’t enough, it was the pharmacist who distributed the drugs to the addicts. To see an occupation created for the integrity of proper drug use being exploited for personal gain was absolutely revolting. I remember the genuine feeling of disgust and horror at the outrageous display of …show more content…
I didn’t know what exactly the job entails. I knew the generic superficial answer that they distribute medicine at Walgreen, but I never comprehended how much they actually do. I went home that day and researched what exactly a pharmacist does for a living; what I discovered fascinated me. Not only do pharmacist administer vaccines, saving me a trip to the doctor, they also play a vital role in the healthcare system. I’ve never put much thought into what requirements, restriction, and documentation that goes into that field. I was pleasantly surprised that this career had more to offer then what I initially perceived. Despite medicine always being part of my life, the truth of the matter was that I am still naïve on the