You apply, you get admitted, you go to your first class. You meet young bright-eyed students.
"I want to be an oncologist! My aunt's battle with cancer really inspired me."
"I want to be a neurologist. The brain is just so fascinating!"
"I wanted health coverage."
A toy factory worker wanted to get his son a nice toy for Christmas, but couldn't afford it. So he sneaks out a single component from the factory every day. When he assembled it, it turned out to be a machine gun.
The topical American joke would be:
At a medical school graduation party, the whole class started discussing their future career prospects. It turns out that none of them would become doctors; all of them joined for the healthcare coverage.