Technically, it isn't part one of my summer, since summer started on May 3rd for me. It's more like 19 Year Old Summer, Part Thirty Five. That just doesn't have as much of a ring to it, does it? Anyway, I digress. The reason why I started this is because I was quite inspired by a med student's (now, resident's, I believe) journal which followed her years as an undergraduate and her years in med school.
I think it's a fine way to just let everything that is on your mind and in your mind out without having to repeat a story to friends fifteen times (though I love my friends and would COMPLETELY do it for them) or keep everything bottled up. And Lord knows I have a lot on my mind. For starters, I'm 19 years old, and done with my first year of college. My technical standing is a junior as of now, strangely enough. For those of you who do not know, that's thanks in part to my International Baccalaureate program scores and me receiving nearly a bajillion and one credits for UCF.
It's the summer after my first year, and I'm back home, sleeping on the floor of my 16 year old sister and 11 year old sister's room, because it's too small to have a third bed, and the beds that my sisters slumber in are too fragile to be reassembled as bunk beds. Lovely, I know. And there was no way in Hades I was sharing a room with my thirteen year old brother, my 9 year old brother, and my seven year old brother (That's right, five siblings. And a three bedroom house. Fantastic-ness.)
On top of my five star sleeping arrangements is the fact that my parents have no cable, no DECENT internet service (we're working with MSN Dial-Up here) and I have no job. Could life get any better than this? I think so. Just a little. I mean, all I am asking for is to not have to walk to the library every time I want to fill out a job application or send an email.
On the other hand, though, I really cannot complain. I have a roof over my head, food provided by my parents, and transportation, albeit very old and very broken down transportation in the form of a minivan. I honestly cannot complain that much, can I? When I look at my situation compared to some of my friends, it honestly isn't the end of the world. So now I have decided to spend my time doing the following until I get a job:
1) Catching up on old TV shows by requesting them at the library (I almost never watched/followed any shows in high school. Thank you, IB. Grr).
2) Look for a job (I have applied everywhere. Seriously.)
3) Find a volunteer opportunity.
4) Spend some time with the siblings.
5) Hang with friends.
6) Try not to completely lose my cool on my stepdad. I would tell you that story, but that's another six hours of writing. Seriously.
On a more positive note, though, I decided to double major by getting a Bachelor of Science in Pre-Clinical Health Sciences, and a Bachelor of Arts in Anthropology. I know Anthro seems like SUCH a bizarre choice, but I love studying cultures. I believe it helps me understand people more, and as a doctor, I believe that could help translate into understanding my patients. A long shot? Quite possibly. But who cares? Culture is fascinating. And on that note, I shall leave you with my Random Though of the Day.
Random Thought of the Day:
Seriously now, why does the cast of Grey's Anatomy says "seriously" so freaking much? One of my friends mentioned that little anecdote to me the other day, and I thought she was kidding until I started re-watching old episodes. Regardless, I love that show, and almost all medical shows.
Yes, I realize they are not all that accurate, but they're fun, and most do have the intern year down pat. My favorites: Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy. I started watching Nurse Jackie too. That show is something else. A nurse who cheats on her husband, is addicted to painkillers, and manages to still take care of all her patients. It helps that Peter Facinelli is on that show, too. He's adorable.
Off to sleep-land I go, so I can ATTEMPT to get my sleep schedule on track. Haha. Yeah right.