Just thought you all should know. Please come visit me as I drive once again, for the 8th year, through the rolling hills of Southern Minnesota. Although this time it's just for a year, and I'm getting a degree that will almost guarantee me work that I will enjoy.
Life is such a mess. I keep having to do the harder things. Let's hope that near-promise of an acceptance letter comes in the mail, instead of just more air up my ass.
And I will keep asking myself this, as I take more loans out: If the world ends in a couple of months, do I want to find myself in debt at this dead-end job, or do I want to be doing something I'm enjoying, and growing as a person. I'd like to growing instead of dying when the balls of fire rain down. And then, I won't have to pay the loans off!
Also, in Rochester I will hopefully find myself rooming with a resident doctor at Mayo. A male, attractive almost-doctor who still feels like he has something to prove.
I hate you, University of Minnesota. You have made this last month of my life a living hell. For the first time tonight, I will sleep for real. And I will wake up, finally, without just hope but guarantees in my life. Fucking A.
Sometimes, God gives you plan B because it's the better option and you don't know it yet. Give it up for plan B.
Same shit, different outfit.
3 comments:
Does this mean you'll be spending weekends or Thursday night at my house again just like old times?
Good luck with your plan B. I think it could be a great move!
Jeano:
Come to my house. We will pet a dog and eat Panera and there is a huge library used book sale this weekend, if we feel like getting dressed. Or we could just watch an SVU marathon.
Yay Plan B (school?)!
But watch out for those "almost-doctors."
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