a real entry, just for you peanut
So I can't sleep. I keep thinking about the graduation present Dr. Spatz gave me. A reflex hammer. She believed in me. She believes I can become a doctor. That has been my dream ever since I started senior year in high school. I also have been thinking a lot about transferring. I hate it here. Not hate, but it's not for me. Tonight I remembered that I can transfer to West Virginia Wesleyan without any trouble. They have an excellent pre-med program. They have nursing, music, education, and psychology as well. It's just under 2,000 people, which I am finding out is good for me. I thrive in smaller personal environments. They have religion, too! A chapel is in the middle of the campus. I need to call them tomorrow and see if the offer still stands. I think I would love to transfer. I need that personal attention. I have friends there too! Linwood, James Holland, Brianne Barton, and Kaitlyn Shumate. I can't sleep tonight. It just hit me like a freight train. This is what I get for listening to a dream and advice to not close any doors with Laura. That's why I am here. Not for me, but to not be far from Laura. Now she shows minimal attention. It kills me, but I am out. I need to go to West Virginia. I need to visit. When can I go? November 14th and 15th. I can stay the night with the boys. Party maybe... Richard Hoop is there too I think. ...not that that's a selling point. I need to bring that reflex hammer up here for motivation. God still loves me to keep me up and make me think of this. ? I dunno.