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I’m writing this to document my struggles “switching” to a new field and to remind myself that some people are not worth listening to. In fact, they are worth nothing. I don’t know if I will follow this path, I do doubt myself a lot sometimes and some of the people around don’t make it easier either. But one thing is sure, I will never look at my abilities and determination, the same way again after these studies are completed.

Let’s start from the beginning. I started studying chemistry in the sixth grade. Before that, I discovered some of my dad’s old chemistry books. I fell in love with it because it seemed like a fascinating world. I couldn’t wait to start the classes to learn more, to enter the lab and do all those experiments in the book. It was a subject that unlocked the mysteries of the world around me, it would make me understand the world to its tiniest core up to complex phenomena.

This is not how things went. Our teacher didn’t really care to teach, to make us understand. There was no passion and even worse, when I did ask for clarifications I was called stupid: “I said it once, why weren’t you paying attention/are you stupid?” Obviously if I didn’t get it in a second, I was automatically stupid. I had no support in solving exercises and even if I tried but failed, I got the usual scolding…you are so stupid, how can you not understand a thing so easy? No support, no encouragement and as a child I believed it. I was too stupid, that was too difficult for me. I gave up. I didn’t pay attention anymore, I started skipping chemistry classes and I declared an eternal hate and disgust for this subject (along with maths and physics – secondary school physics teacher was horrible). Never again. I was done.

I chose a humanities class in high-school and ignored science classes completely. We had bad science teachers there also. They were not interested, no passion and the usual – those humanities dumb heads, not that they would understand anything. But there was a spark. In my first year of high-school, we had a very cool physics teacher, I enjoyed hear explanations and her way of teaching. I understood things very fast and at the end of that year I got one of the best grades in physics. She left. After that, I stopped studying physics; her replacement did not live up to the standards.

Fast forward 13 years. After years of studying in humanities, and specializing myself in museum studies I fell in love with a branch of museum profession called conservation. I said that nothing will stop me to study that. Bad luck…chemistry was needed. Only the first high-school course but still. I cut my ties with chemistry right at that very beginning; it was like I never studied it. Because I never did, actually. I skipped most of the classes and barely passed. I wasn’t interested. I went to the library and took that book, opened it and tears came into my eyes. I didn’t understand anything. It seemed so difficult. But I said: YOU WON’T GIVE UP! And I didn’t, I bought the book and started studying chemistry on my own. First months were hell. There was nobody to help me, nobody I could ask. Swearing, frustration, tears, ripped pages with exercises. But time went and I started understanding. I was so happy after few hours of struggle to understand and even solve problems on my own. And at one point I realized, with amazement that I started liking it.

After going through just one chemistry course (out of five), I signed up for university. Chemistry. One of the craziest, if not the craziest, thing I did in my life. No background studies and there I was, sitting in a class with people who had a strong background in chemistry. I realized what I have done one week before I started the classes. I panicked so bad that I almost puked right before my first chemistry class. How could I keep up with these people? They are so advanced, I know nothing. You have no idea how many times I cried after classes because I couldn’t understand almost anything. But I studied on my own and in one month I went through the whole 5 high-school courses, at basic level, at least to understand the concepts. (thank you opetus.tv!) Until now I am proud to say that I have passed all courses with a very good in Chemistry of the Environment. And I think I’m falling in love with chemistry to the point of thinking to switch completely to science and start my studies all over again.

Things aren’t so easy, however. I did mention the struggles and certain people in the beginning. Let’s put it straight: chemistry, like any other subject, is not easy. Especially when you are crazy enough to sign up for university courses with no strong background. But that’s not the point. You can learn it; I’m a living proof of that. What makes it worse, are the people around you. In my case, it started with the teachers. A bad teacher will make you hate a subject or if you are lucky, you’ll be just indifferent to it. I can’t complain now, my present chemistry teacher had always had the patience to explain the most stupid questions I asked him. And that’s what makes a good teacher.

But what is worse, is other people’s attitudes. I was told that this is useless because if I don’t understand things right on the spot then I have no talent for it. Have these people heard that work is required in every field? You don’t wake up overnight and get top grades. Everything requires hard work and passion. Chemistry is not like singing, you have the voice or you don’t. Even singing requires lots of work. Very few people are born with extraordinary talents. The rest of us have to work. Giving up is not an option.

I was told that I’m at that age when you are too old to study and as a woman I should have other normal priorities (read lifescript), not dreaming of a career in a STEM field. To be clear, lifescript has never interested me. It might suit others but I always found it extremely boring. If an activity is not intellectually challenging or has a certain degree of difficulty, I drop it. I love studying, reading, thinking and solving problems a lot. Am I 100% at this point that I want to go into STEM? Maybe not 100 but I’m strongly considering it. I do love my job a lot and my present field but studying chemistry will never take me away from cultural heritage field. On the contrary, I will become one of those multidisciplinary persons with a wide understanding of various disciplines and enhanced capacity of solving problems and be innovative.

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I wanted to work in the cultural heritage field since I was a kid. Many people have asked me why, where does this passion come from. I can’t give a simple answer to this question although it seems so plain and straightforward. There were many factors along the way that made me fall in love with the museum profession but I can’t say that I had the utmost goal to work in a museum from the beginning.

I learned to read from a very early age, around 4 years old, 3 years before I went to school. And I started reading whatever I found at home. We had lots of history books magazines and I remember I enjoyed the subject a lot. Later on, at school I was a lot into history and culture subjects in general and I decided I want to continue studying archaeology in university. I didn’t have any romantic expectation about the professions like many kids have (Indiana Jones and adventures in exotic places). I knew that the job might include working on archaeological sites but I also know it would include lots of research done in several places like museums and archives.

I think that a big contribution that developed my love for cultural heritage was also my personality which wasn’t typical of a crazy kid but mostly the introvert, shy one who just likes reading and researching. I remember that my mom tried to put me in childcare aimed at working parents but I didn’t like at all their rigid schedule which involved playing, eating and sleeping. It was very boring and I couldn’t resist more than two weeks.

My mom’s workplace back then was exactly near the city museum and by chance, one of her friends was working at the museum. She left me with her friend for few hours while she was at work. Mom thought I will get bored eventually and she’ll pick me up very fast. She was so wrong! I lost myself in the museum’s exhibition, reading the texts and looking at the artefacts for hours on end. Mom’s friend was quite surprised because usually kids weren’t that interested in the exhibition (back then they had a very typical traditional museum exhibition that was not quite appealing for children who were 4-5 years old).

And that’s how it started. Seeing that I enjoy being at the museum, mom left me there in the care of old artefacts and natural history collections. Museum workers weren’t bothered to have me around and I’m really grateful that they had the patience to answer to all of my questions related to collections and museum work in general. I think I learned from them more than I learned in school at the history classes. I remember being very impressed with the conservator’s work which I think later on awoke my curiosity into conservation field.

Later on I tried to go away from the field, mostly also due to my parents, who didn’t allow me to study archaeology, because that’s a bankrupt profession in their opinion. Which is not entirely wrong. But being in love with such a field is at times very contradictory. On one hand you do what you love but on the other, is very hard to find employment and the salaries are not at top. Well, that’s an aspect of museum work you have to deal with – one doesn’t choose a cultural heritage career because of money. They choose it because of passion. If your priority is a good salary, then I suggest you look somewhere else.

It’s true, I didn’t study archaeology but later on after studying languages and digital cultural heritage, I landed in a masters’ degree in museum studies and all started from there.

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