Apocalypto. So dramatic.

[hillsie]

Well another semester is coming to a close and I'm in the midst of a whirlwind week of cramming and pretending to cram and trying to remember all the stuff that I learned but already forgotten this semester. I got into nursing school. Yay for me. Only now I have my eyes set on medical school. Damn I have some awkward timing. Oh well, what are your twenties for if not to be in the self-inflicted hell of graduate school? To be quite honest, I'm a bit sad that this semester is over. It seems so bittersweet. Perhaps I don't feel so relieved to slow down because, well, the last 3 weeks or so have been unusually quiet. Nothing major to study for. But still, I am a little wistful. These classes, this campus, has become comfortable to me. I finally feel like I fit in, even though I know almost no one. And next semester I'm going to be out of my comfort zone again. New campus, new(undoubtedly)harder classes, new people. I kind of feel like a senior in high school again. So ready for the next step, but also a little timid to leave the nest. Its also a little sad to think I will never have another humanities class again. Ever. I thought that today as I left my American Lit class today. That class surprised me very much. I took it because every thing I'd heard about the instructor screamed "piece of cake". But I found myself more engaged and interested in the lectures and material than I've been in a while. Don't get me wrong, I love anatomy and biology. All of those things are very straightforward and interesting, but I'm kind of disappointed that I won't have any more "culture-y" classes. Oh well, I suppose at least its a good thing that I'm finishing my humanities classes on a good note, rather than hating it and scorning literature forever.

Enough of my pining. Back to the grindstone.