Doctor? Maybe. No. I don't know.
So here I am, sitting in Latin. I hope he doesn’t come around to look at this again. I told him I was on line 268 in Book 2; I haven’t even translated one line. Somehow I got a 90 on the test on the first 50 lines because it was all in English. This class is such a joke. I had a duel the other day with someone; he was arguing pro-math and I was arguing pro-English. I won. English owns. My mom told me last night I would be a great doctor, if it turns out that’s what I wanted to do. I’m not so sure. I remembered a plan I had about after college a few days ago and I really like it, although I still want to become a doctor. I’m not so sure if I want to promise myself to over ten years of school if I don’t really love it. Plus it’s a “decide early” type of thing; no “maybe I’ll go to med school for a year”. It’s pretty set in stone. I’m not sure if I want that kind of restrictions.
Why can't it be this Friday?
Why can't it be this Friday?