Do you expect me to talk goldfinger? No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.
When impending doom is upon me, what do I do? Drink spiked tea and kill some time, time that I can't really afford losing.
So what have I been up to since my last post. To keep it short, it hasn't been all fine and dandy. Far from it. Tommorrow and next week are finals. I have a presentation also today (10 am). Ah another disappointing segment of my life. I have been having too many of those and I'm getting the feeling that I am all out of "smartness and thinking." I get worried when it's time to graduate and I have to know everything about everything and be accurate and precise. Fan-friggen-tastic. Eh, I'm going to be a terrible pharmacist. For one of our classes, we have a Pharm D./J.D. teach us parts. Impressive. I thought about that, for a few seconds, until I utterly destroyed the idea because I would probably just fail and I don't need that. Plus, I don't think I would be a good candidate for law school, nor would I be interested in it.
So finals week is going to be nothing less than an obmination. And that's the positive me speaking. I have a strange and accurate feeling that life likes to dangle something I want in front of me and when I do get it, there's the "strings attached" clause that makes it disappointing. It has happened at least twice (lately) and who knows how many times in the past. What can I do about it except keep walking forward? But I guess I still have to hack away. No one said life or school was easy, but does it have to be this mean?
Back to it I suppose. My spiked tea isn't working; maybe product has been degraded. I can't wait for thanksgiving break.
So what have I been up to since my last post. To keep it short, it hasn't been all fine and dandy. Far from it. Tommorrow and next week are finals. I have a presentation also today (10 am). Ah another disappointing segment of my life. I have been having too many of those and I'm getting the feeling that I am all out of "smartness and thinking." I get worried when it's time to graduate and I have to know everything about everything and be accurate and precise. Fan-friggen-tastic. Eh, I'm going to be a terrible pharmacist. For one of our classes, we have a Pharm D./J.D. teach us parts. Impressive. I thought about that, for a few seconds, until I utterly destroyed the idea because I would probably just fail and I don't need that. Plus, I don't think I would be a good candidate for law school, nor would I be interested in it.
So finals week is going to be nothing less than an obmination. And that's the positive me speaking. I have a strange and accurate feeling that life likes to dangle something I want in front of me and when I do get it, there's the "strings attached" clause that makes it disappointing. It has happened at least twice (lately) and who knows how many times in the past. What can I do about it except keep walking forward? But I guess I still have to hack away. No one said life or school was easy, but does it have to be this mean?
Back to it I suppose. My spiked tea isn't working; maybe product has been degraded. I can't wait for thanksgiving break.