run to the end
It's winter break, 2010. Technically, this is my third year of university. I'm going to be here for two more years. I could, with joint-enrollment, have been 20 when I graduated with a bachelors. Now... now, I'll likely be 21 or 22. And that's not horrid. That's the average. That's my problem with that. It's average. I so miss being above average. I so miss how easy school was when I just took psych and literature and women's studies and history courses.
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't trade it. I wanted a direction, and now I finally have one that doesn't make me feel as though I'm cheating somehow. I'm being challenged.
I'm applying for summer internships. Hopefully I'll get into the BRAIN program here in Atlanta, but there's a program in Flagstaff I'm really interested in too. I'll apply to those two, then to a few up the west coast.
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't trade it. I wanted a direction, and now I finally have one that doesn't make me feel as though I'm cheating somehow. I'm being challenged.
I'm applying for summer internships. Hopefully I'll get into the BRAIN program here in Atlanta, but there's a program in Flagstaff I'm really interested in too. I'll apply to those two, then to a few up the west coast.