I broke my glasses today. They’d somehow fallen off my desk and as I walked by with my boots I heard a very distinct crunch underfoot. Sigh. This is going to be expensive, I can feel it.
I’m still studying, steadily. Or somewhat steadily. Maybe just somewhat.
My first exam on Wednesday will be my hardest, but after that I must somehow find the will and the energy to finish my rather overdue French final paper and also prepare for three more exams. Overall I’m feeling pretty laid back about the whole affair. This may actually be a good thing… right? Or not. Who knows? I’ll find out soon enough though.
Oh, and did I mention I’m no longer pre-med? Practically, this has little effect on my academic life since I’ve pretty much fulfilled all the requirements. It will mean that I won’t take Chem 27 next semester, which means I have one possible slot to play with, and no icky organic lab (yay!!!). Also, I get to skip taking physics next year. Essentially this frees up a total of three course slots, for which I am glad. Philosophically it make all the difference because from now on I don’t have to take anything I don’t like or don’t want to any more. Which is really the point of my coming to a liberal arts college in the first place.
So why am I no longer pre-med? It’s simple, really. Right now I don’t think I want to be a doctor. On the last day I was back home I had a vision of myself walking around a hospital ward talking to patients and I suddenly realised that I didn’t think I would enjoy that very much. There are other things that I would be better at, that I would be happier doing, and wouldn’t be as painful to train for.
Sure I may one day change my mind, but there’s also a good chance I won’t. I’m still in the process of letting go, but every day it becomes a little easier.
Back to studying for what may well be the last organic chemistry class I ever take.