Where the time takes us.
Exactly two years ago, I was cramming for my last set of finals in undergrad. I was probably sitting in this chair, at this desk, wasting time online, probably up later than my roommates, just hearing the occasional passing car, or stupid drunk neighbor stumbling home.
It's amazing that two years later, it's not so different. I just started actually studying for the biochem GRE. I cleared my desk of the stacks of paper and crazy amounts of dust (ah, how metaphorical), and have started reteaching myself all the things I should have learned back then. It's so familiar, and so calming... I know it sounds crazy. But doing all this reminds me of a time where at least in my memory, I was more sure and confident, and life in it's own bizarre way just made sense.
I can learn equations and pathways, and re-memorize the names of enzymes and molecules. Let's be honest... it's so much easier than trying to figure out the things without rules, the things without boundaries. So I will reminisce about college in my own weird way, and very likely continue to avoid the things staring me in the face, because this is a struggle and a challenge I know how to deal with.
If anyone asks me about where I'll be living in three months, or grad school apps, or J-P, or anything relating to life decisions and the future... I might crack.
It's amazing that two years later, it's not so different. I just started actually studying for the biochem GRE. I cleared my desk of the stacks of paper and crazy amounts of dust (ah, how metaphorical), and have started reteaching myself all the things I should have learned back then. It's so familiar, and so calming... I know it sounds crazy. But doing all this reminds me of a time where at least in my memory, I was more sure and confident, and life in it's own bizarre way just made sense.
I can learn equations and pathways, and re-memorize the names of enzymes and molecules. Let's be honest... it's so much easier than trying to figure out the things without rules, the things without boundaries. So I will reminisce about college in my own weird way, and very likely continue to avoid the things staring me in the face, because this is a struggle and a challenge I know how to deal with.
If anyone asks me about where I'll be living in three months, or grad school apps, or J-P, or anything relating to life decisions and the future... I might crack.