Hangover Afternoons
Okay. I lied.
I don't have a hangover. Maybe I was just imagining it.
I guess this is my first blog ever in my new blogsite. I just started a new one because I miss blogging. I miss writing down my every thought at times like these when I don't really have anything sensible in particular to say. I don't even know why I entitled this blog CROSSED THE RUBICON. Believe me, I'm not a fan of Julius Caesar. It just so happened that my favorite high school English teacher brought this Rubicon thing up in one of our classes back then and I was able to retain the knowledge. She was talking about the origin of her name.
Now I miss high school.
And speaking of high school, I was with some of my high school friends last night celebrating the graduation of one of our dearest girlfriends. She just graduated from CSB with a bachelor's degree in culinary arts. I'm so jealous of her. Now she gets to get out there and face the real world while I succumb to a new set of scientific terminologies for one more semester. I'm proud of her though. She's one of the best friends I ever had.
Getting out to the real world scares the hell out of me like some Asian horror movie. Most of the time, I feel like nothing is waiting for me in the real world. I mean, are BS Biology graduates even in demand? I was told a thousand times already that BS Biology graduates either go to med school and become a doctor or go to graduate school and become a researcher. If they don't go either way, they end up answering calls or selling encyclopedias for a living. Of course it's just some sick joke but it's still scary right? I mean, who wants to be an encyclopedia salesman after studying hardcore for four years? Thanks but no thanks.
Becoming a doctor is every BS Biology student's dream. It's my dream. I've been dreaming of it since kindergarten and God knows how bad I want it. But seeing the circumstances that my family is now in, maybe I should just forget about dreams.
Dreams are for rookies as Phil would say.
But I'm still hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel.
I still believe in His plan for me.
I don't have a hangover. Maybe I was just imagining it.
I guess this is my first blog ever in my new blogsite. I just started a new one because I miss blogging. I miss writing down my every thought at times like these when I don't really have anything sensible in particular to say. I don't even know why I entitled this blog CROSSED THE RUBICON. Believe me, I'm not a fan of Julius Caesar. It just so happened that my favorite high school English teacher brought this Rubicon thing up in one of our classes back then and I was able to retain the knowledge. She was talking about the origin of her name.
Now I miss high school.
And speaking of high school, I was with some of my high school friends last night celebrating the graduation of one of our dearest girlfriends. She just graduated from CSB with a bachelor's degree in culinary arts. I'm so jealous of her. Now she gets to get out there and face the real world while I succumb to a new set of scientific terminologies for one more semester. I'm proud of her though. She's one of the best friends I ever had.
Getting out to the real world scares the hell out of me like some Asian horror movie. Most of the time, I feel like nothing is waiting for me in the real world. I mean, are BS Biology graduates even in demand? I was told a thousand times already that BS Biology graduates either go to med school and become a doctor or go to graduate school and become a researcher. If they don't go either way, they end up answering calls or selling encyclopedias for a living. Of course it's just some sick joke but it's still scary right? I mean, who wants to be an encyclopedia salesman after studying hardcore for four years? Thanks but no thanks.
Becoming a doctor is every BS Biology student's dream. It's my dream. I've been dreaming of it since kindergarten and God knows how bad I want it. But seeing the circumstances that my family is now in, maybe I should just forget about dreams.
Dreams are for rookies as Phil would say.
But I'm still hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel.
I still believe in His plan for me.
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