I used to be anti-blog,but...
So here I am embarking on the ridicuouls journey that is dental school. I know it will suck. I know I will no longer have a life- never really had a bang of a start.I happen to be a first year dental student at what I am told is the largest dental school in the nation. The joy is overflowing. Coming here only made me more withdrawn and sad, for reasons I may shed later. Let's just say I am not so good with adapting to change and doing a voluminous (is this a real word) amount of work.
See the problem is, I think I should be in design school somewhere, but somehow here I am . I know how I got here- majoring in Biochemistry and Molecular biology may have had some small influence. But knowing how I got here is not the problem, its why am I doing it? Hopefully, I won't become a dental school dropout and can make it through so I can finally buy that island off the tip off Fiji I always wanted. So I can relocate and attend to the dental needs of the ferrets and wild boars.
I realised I am living through some recurrent episode of "my so-called life" except I am not a teen, but some mid-young adult going through some intense crisis. It now became apparent to me, how little people know about depression- so when it happens, everyone is sooo bewildered they never saw it coming. Despite how you feel about Courtney Love, her voice has been soothing these past few days, and I can't help but wonder if this is some online therapy for me. There is no cause I am trying to support, or no local band who I want to get exposed. So why blog...besides the fact that I think most people's opinion suck, not that mine is so much better..but apparently mine is a bit out there. So just throwing a wrench in the spokes, allowing you to participate in this so-called life I lead as I tread throrugh 4 years of intense nonsense.
Suddenly, I feel like those "gamers" or people obsessively online at friendster,myspace or hi5. Aren't you people at work or school somewhere? Get busy! And yes, I am procrastinating.Grrr...11'o clock..my how time doth fly.
See the problem is, I think I should be in design school somewhere, but somehow here I am . I know how I got here- majoring in Biochemistry and Molecular biology may have had some small influence. But knowing how I got here is not the problem, its why am I doing it? Hopefully, I won't become a dental school dropout and can make it through so I can finally buy that island off the tip off Fiji I always wanted. So I can relocate and attend to the dental needs of the ferrets and wild boars.
I realised I am living through some recurrent episode of "my so-called life" except I am not a teen, but some mid-young adult going through some intense crisis. It now became apparent to me, how little people know about depression- so when it happens, everyone is sooo bewildered they never saw it coming. Despite how you feel about Courtney Love, her voice has been soothing these past few days, and I can't help but wonder if this is some online therapy for me. There is no cause I am trying to support, or no local band who I want to get exposed. So why blog...besides the fact that I think most people's opinion suck, not that mine is so much better..but apparently mine is a bit out there. So just throwing a wrench in the spokes, allowing you to participate in this so-called life I lead as I tread throrugh 4 years of intense nonsense.
Suddenly, I feel like those "gamers" or people obsessively online at friendster,myspace or hi5. Aren't you people at work or school somewhere? Get busy! And yes, I am procrastinating.Grrr...11'o clock..my how time doth fly.
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