May 04, 2007 12:06
I picked up my cap and gown today, along with the yearbook and Second Year Show DVD, and I obviously can't handle it. I was looking through the yearbook and I just started crying and for some reason, I cannot convince myself to stop. I mean, it's not like I loved a good majority of my classmates (or that I loved NYU Med) but I knew them and they made these past four years what they were. And is it wrong to say that I'm going to miss these people that I hardly knew? There are a few people that I wish I had a chance to know better; like Miriam. And there are people that I wish that I had played a more active role in keeping the friendship going, like with Amber.
I (hopefully) went through a lot of growth during med school. Definitely a lot of complaining, but there were a lot of changes packed in to these years. My sister had two babies, up and moved to Florida. I lost my godsister and I wonder if I hadn't had Jess and Paul here in NY with me, if I would have made it through that. If it hadn't been for Vicky, Tori, and Rachana, I would've walked out of my surgery clerkship and never looked back. My prfessional crush on Captain von Trapp. The sub-I from hell. I got married, I'm moving away. What am I going to do w/o Jess? What am I going to do w/o Jen or Sita? I won't be able to go to NYTimes "$25 and under restaurants" whenever I feel like it. Did I enjoy NYC as much as I should have? I'm going to be a friggin doctor. I AM a doctor.
I have a feeling I'll be wearing sunglasses for a good portion of next week, regardless of whether it is sunny or night.
I really wish my husband were here.
life crisis