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Year One
Next Thursday marks the end of my first successfully completed year of college in five years of failed starts and half-hearted attempts. I still need to make it through finals between now and then, which is sort of complicated by my premature celebratory feelings.
I am starting to question whether medical school is a reasonable goal. I've had to really struggle to make it through a year of introductory science classes, and I know that it's only going to get worse. On the one hand, all of my classes were so basic and so abstract and boring that it was very, very difficult to muster the motivation to study. I'm pretty sure that my remaining classes will be more stimulating and less superficially challenging. On the other hand, these classes should have been really easy, and I made this hard by my well-practiced method of truancy and procrastination.
I frequently think to myself "I need to start acting like a pre-med if I'm going to have a shot at getting into med school." Haven't really seen much follow through on that, yet.
In retrospect this year seems to have been one indefinitely long, blurred memory.
In unrelated news, we got a new neighbor this week, and every night since he's moved in there has been hours of what sounds like RC plane noises in the skies around our complex. I've yet to actually catch him, or anyone, remote-handed.
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