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Nov 20, 2013 17:11

My dad went into the ED for chest pain this week. He is fine. He is...a bit of a hypochondriac so we all figured he would be fine. But for 6 or so hours he was there with my mom and no one could get a hold of either of them. And no one knew what was happening. No one knew what would happen next. And it really freaked me out. It made me realize how much I don't trust my mom to be honest with me about how bad a situation is (mostly because she always tries to 'spare me' and not tell me all the truth). And it made me really think about who I would want standing next to me if that news were to be delivered. Man, life is so strange sometimes.

School is great. I 4.0 Anatomy!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!! WooooHooooo ME! GO ME! I ROCK! I CAN BE THE BEST!
Sorry but I have no where else where I can really celebrate. I don't want to be excited in front of my friends at school because it is rude and really uncaring. And when I tried to explain it to other people they just don't understand how AMAZING it is. I shouldn't have even gotten into school - that is how bad my grades were. I thought I was actually not smart and not capable - that is how low I let my self-esteem get. And more than any of that Anatomy is insanely hard! ALL of the body in less than 3 months! ALL of it. 4-8 hours 5 days a week. With other classes still going. And I did the BEST that you can do! Okay, I am done.

"You know I know better, I'm not gonna worry 'bout nothing. 'Cause if the birds and the flowers survive then I'll make it okay."

I spent a lot of time missing being 'young'. Not only did 23 feel old, but I am in a pretty grown up place for a 23 year old. And it was hard. Especially when Jordan's youngness was so apparent as many of his friends are just now turning 21. But then I think how in the world could I complain? And how much of this is my own fault? So I am putting myself out there and doing more. We shall see how this goes...

Okay now I HAVE to go study for Physiology. Only 3 more weeks!
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