I think I'm (figuratively) killing people when they ask me, "so, do you want to be a doctor?" when they hear about my internship. I kind of waffle, saying, "well, I have one more year of high school and four more years of undergraduate work before I'm confronted with the question of medical school. There are a lot of fields with which I am not acquainted at all, such as physics, of which many students are enamored. I know I'm going to do something science-heavy in college, so I should have the prerequisites well-met. Doing this internship has in no way turned me off to the idea of working in a hospital, but the fit wasn't snug like a good glove; more like the glove in OJ Simpson's trial (yucky analogy, I know.) The strict hierarchy; the supremacy of doctors and serf-like status of medical assistants, and stressing of efficiency and expediency didn't make me feel warm and fuzzy. The distinction of Dr. So-and-so versus "Becky" (even though Rebecca Shelley is a Nurse Practitioner and has gone to school for a long time) is also a reinforcement of fitting in one's place.
I tell people I'm going to get a double major in "something sciencey and something regarding history" for my undergraduate, and I think the internship makes me more likely to want to develop a medical graduate degree off of my "sciencey" undergraduate degree. They should be happy with that.
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