The Grad-monition
Hey Mom!
So I've been waiting until everything is nearly certain to write about this because:
a. I didn't want to jinx it.
b. Getting all the classes I needed amidst prerequisite waivers and cancellations has been sad and stressful.
Now that we're over halfway in the semester and I haven't been in a car accident, plummeted into depression, transferred schools, moved cities or failed any tests I feel reasonable comfortable imagining a world where I graduate in June(ish).
Every now and again I have what I like to call grad-monitions which is basically a premonition of what life will be like out in the real world (you know, until I go back to school in a year). I would like to share these with you in the coming weeks as I sort out my life.
I am a human tumbleweed, except not in the cool, old western way. It's more like the dumpster fire, fuelled by garbage juice and good intentions, that got sucked into a tornado. Then I realized I was trapped in a terrible B film the tornado spit micro dumpster fires across central Alberta. As a result, my life is split into two seasons.
In school:
Try to remember to eat. Do all the readings. Skim all the readings. Ok, just do one reading. Google the summary of the one reading. Work too much but not so much that you die.
Out of school:
Work all the hours. Feel good about putting money in the bank account but remember that none of it is your money... it belongs to the university, you belong to the university.
But now I am faced not only with living in the same city but if I end up in medical school that is years (yes, PLURAL) in the same city. I don't even know how to understand how to do that. Basically, I have the heart of an introvert, the mind of nerd and the tendencies of some sort of nomadic fish.
***Fun fact: if you google 'nomadic fish' the first 13 entries have nothing to do with frequently migrating fish.***
Next time on Grad-monition (monition-monitiooooon): Dressing professionally or gap years or my podcast... idk.
That is all.
So I've been waiting until everything is nearly certain to write about this because:
a. I didn't want to jinx it.
b. Getting all the classes I needed amidst prerequisite waivers and cancellations has been sad and stressful.
Now that we're over halfway in the semester and I haven't been in a car accident, plummeted into depression, transferred schools, moved cities or failed any tests I feel reasonable comfortable imagining a world where I graduate in June(ish).
Every now and again I have what I like to call grad-monitions which is basically a premonition of what life will be like out in the real world (you know, until I go back to school in a year). I would like to share these with you in the coming weeks as I sort out my life.
Grad-monition #1: Living in one spot for more than 8 months.
I am a human tumbleweed, except not in the cool, old western way. It's more like the dumpster fire, fuelled by garbage juice and good intentions, that got sucked into a tornado. Then I realized I was trapped in a terrible B film the tornado spit micro dumpster fires across central Alberta. As a result, my life is split into two seasons.
In school:
Try to remember to eat. Do all the readings. Skim all the readings. Ok, just do one reading. Google the summary of the one reading. Work too much but not so much that you die.
Out of school:
Work all the hours. Feel good about putting money in the bank account but remember that none of it is your money... it belongs to the university, you belong to the university.
But now I am faced not only with living in the same city but if I end up in medical school that is years (yes, PLURAL) in the same city. I don't even know how to understand how to do that. Basically, I have the heart of an introvert, the mind of nerd and the tendencies of some sort of nomadic fish.
***Fun fact: if you google 'nomadic fish' the first 13 entries have nothing to do with frequently migrating fish.***
Next time on Grad-monition (monition-monitiooooon): Dressing professionally or gap years or my podcast... idk.
That is all.
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