College + St. Patrick's Day = 10's of thousands of drunk people
It's 2:30 and about half the campus is wasted already, so hopefully they spread it out a little over the course of the night. I... on the other hand am staying sober for awhile, maybe a couple weeks, we'll see. Right now I'm talking to Dustin and he seems to be doing well down in LA, and is just trying to start his life out on the right path (like all of us). So speaking of path I went to a meeting with my RA (Michelle) and two other people from my floor and talked with Dr. Thomas Adams who is perhaps the most brilliant man I've ever met. The girls said he looked like santa clause which made their lives complete, but I didn't quite see the resemblance. So I called him today and he's going to call me back so we can set up an appointment. I'm going to declare a physiology major and talk with him about planning my next three years out.
I'm scared though. Everyone is freaking out about what they're going to be, where they're going to live, what major is best for them, so on so fourth. Bekah has always told me that I have my whole life planned out and I know exactly what I want to do. To some extent that is true; in first grade when it was my turn to be "person of the week" I said I wanted to be a doctor, and in sixth grade I started watching Trauma: Life in the ER, which compelled me even further to become a physician. In high school I started volunteering at St. Mary's in the surgical department even though I had no exposure to the physicians. My senior year I started shadowing residents at Covenant Cooper, and now I'm here in college, where the future seems like a stark reality.
I suppose I'll figure out the future when it gets here, but as the seconds tick by, the future dissapears and the present becomes reality. I really need to do some research next year to figure out if I like it or not. I just can't picture myself in the laboratory though, but maybe I'd really like it for some reason. Shit... I don't know. Life would be easier if it were all laid out for you when you were born, but what fun would that be, right?
Have fun, and keep your future in sight, just not too close or too far.
I'm scared though. Everyone is freaking out about what they're going to be, where they're going to live, what major is best for them, so on so fourth. Bekah has always told me that I have my whole life planned out and I know exactly what I want to do. To some extent that is true; in first grade when it was my turn to be "person of the week" I said I wanted to be a doctor, and in sixth grade I started watching Trauma: Life in the ER, which compelled me even further to become a physician. In high school I started volunteering at St. Mary's in the surgical department even though I had no exposure to the physicians. My senior year I started shadowing residents at Covenant Cooper, and now I'm here in college, where the future seems like a stark reality.
I suppose I'll figure out the future when it gets here, but as the seconds tick by, the future dissapears and the present becomes reality. I really need to do some research next year to figure out if I like it or not. I just can't picture myself in the laboratory though, but maybe I'd really like it for some reason. Shit... I don't know. Life would be easier if it were all laid out for you when you were born, but what fun would that be, right?
Have fun, and keep your future in sight, just not too close or too far.