Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved chemistry with all of her might. She loved the p orbitals, the pi bonds, the RICE tables, and mostly the math. She wanted to be a chemist with all of her heart.
That little girl changed into a larger little girl who wanted to be a doctor. Nay, a psychiatrist who works with high risk teens. That little girl is now a young woman and has no idea. She fears her grades will not get her into medical school and she will fail. She is also afraid she will succeed and then cry everyday after work because she knows exactly how it feels.
She fears but she does not tell.
Now all that young woman wants to do is socialize because she can’t fail there. How could she?
Alas she will keep going to class and getting a fairly good grade but just not quite enough. Almost first, always second.
Sometimes it’s overwhelming to see the way my life is being pulled in so many different directions by the people in my life.
Guess we will just have to wait and see.
