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I love my daddy.
I spent one long weekend driving to Charlotte to Anderson to Atlanta and back to Athens.
I skipped all my classes this morning and missed an anthropology quiz. damn.
Otherwise, classes are going as well as can be expected. I'm signed up for 18 hours next semester, not including the research I'll be doing...hence the idiot comments all day long. No worries though, its entirely self-inflicted :-)
Thoughts from a fellow IFP-ers: "My entire life used to fit into two duffle bags. What happened?"-Tana
"In case you did not know, i spent my summer in paradise...also known as the west..."-Greg
"If I could only be surrounded again by twenty-six of some of the most extraordinary and inspiring people I have encountered in my life thus far... I love all of you from IFP."-Courtney
I must say I have to agree with them. I wish I still lived out of two duffle bags. Its a completely different lifestyle, one that I slip into very easily and could esily enjoy for the rest of my life. Not to say that there isn't something enjoyable in regular showers and a mattress to sleep on at night, but I've certainly been questioning the reasoning and lack of logic that underlies my current lifestyle. Perhaps I honestly am schizophrenic. I want medical school. I still find that it is a goal that drives me forward over the long run. However, it is difficult to mantain motivation in the short run when I think of where I was a few short months ago. I miss that o much sometimes. I'm defintely going through IFP withdrawal. Life was so much simpler then, even with all nighters to finish reports and lectures every 30 minutes at different road stops. It was just a better way to live. But I love this too. My friends, rugby, some of my classes, a bed to sleep in, easy access to my family. There are certainly upsides. It just seems life on the road and in nature is so much more conducive to my sanity, however odd that sounds.
enough bitching, sorry :-) g'night all
I spent one long weekend driving to Charlotte to Anderson to Atlanta and back to Athens.
I skipped all my classes this morning and missed an anthropology quiz. damn.
Otherwise, classes are going as well as can be expected. I'm signed up for 18 hours next semester, not including the research I'll be doing...hence the idiot comments all day long. No worries though, its entirely self-inflicted :-)
Thoughts from a fellow IFP-ers: "My entire life used to fit into two duffle bags. What happened?"-Tana
"In case you did not know, i spent my summer in paradise...also known as the west..."-Greg
"If I could only be surrounded again by twenty-six of some of the most extraordinary and inspiring people I have encountered in my life thus far... I love all of you from IFP."-Courtney
I must say I have to agree with them. I wish I still lived out of two duffle bags. Its a completely different lifestyle, one that I slip into very easily and could esily enjoy for the rest of my life. Not to say that there isn't something enjoyable in regular showers and a mattress to sleep on at night, but I've certainly been questioning the reasoning and lack of logic that underlies my current lifestyle. Perhaps I honestly am schizophrenic. I want medical school. I still find that it is a goal that drives me forward over the long run. However, it is difficult to mantain motivation in the short run when I think of where I was a few short months ago. I miss that o much sometimes. I'm defintely going through IFP withdrawal. Life was so much simpler then, even with all nighters to finish reports and lectures every 30 minutes at different road stops. It was just a better way to live. But I love this too. My friends, rugby, some of my classes, a bed to sleep in, easy access to my family. There are certainly upsides. It just seems life on the road and in nature is so much more conducive to my sanity, however odd that sounds.
enough bitching, sorry :-) g'night all