Wooh. Wooh. Breath.
I didn't want to say it but the truth,
the vent is that this might
truly
be the worst semester of my life.
I feel nauseas.
I am actually nauseas with stress and worry,
physically gagging. Ugh. Oh God.
Even when
I was taking Homeostasis
and Functional Neuroanatomy, I didn't feel
like this. I didn't feel
so
paralyzed
with fear. And that was a LOT A LOT of stuff to memorize in short amounts of time and a LOT A LOT of stuff to synthesize cohesively.
I just feel
as if everyone is off to
medical school interviews and doing
what I should be doing if I hadn't been so weirded out and
I'm studying this material that I don't really care for (Physics Lab and Physics 2).
Oh God. I just want to take care of old people/operate.
The stress is compounded by the fact that I am watching my friends go off on these interviews and get blanket rejections and wait-listed. People who get 40 MCATs (that puts you in like the top 2% of scores), people have ridiculously wonderful, pristine GPAs. My GPA is good (which the Neuro advisor repetitively points out to me because she keeps forgetting who I am, so every semester I meet with her I get this reflexive
nod and "Beautiful, beautiful." and scroll scroll
as she thinks "what classes does this girl need to finish the major?" scroll scroll)
Ugh. Ahhg. Physics 2 seriously isn't even that bad. I just did poorly on the first test and now I'm all "I HATE electromagnetism! I HATE IT! RAWR!" And then I lay on my bed and cry tearlessly,
silently,
listlessly, wishing I could invest myself in superficial things like
"Immortals", "Snow White and the Huntsmen", "Twilight 3 whatever it's called" or whatever whatever random movie is there.
GOD GOD. I need to get it together. As Kelly's Africana dance studies teacher would say "IT MUST BE SO!" Hip hip gyrate gyrate SWAY. I can save an 85. An 85 is worth saving. It is doable. I must have faith. I must study. I must. I must. I can I can. Just like the little engine that could, my favorite children's book. DEEP EXPIRATION OUT.