It's (finally) the end of junior year. After months of struggling through huge mountains of homework and cramming for tests, I am just about ready for a summer of nothing but sleep and fun- except! Oh dear, college applications. As of now, I don't even want to think about the arduous process of filling out forms or writing the essays that may or may not determine how I live the rest of my life. Like many other students about to enter their senior year of high school, I just want to give my final year my all.
A wishful perspective, I know.
Somewhere inside, I am thrilled at the thought of taking the next step towards adulthood. I am thrilled by the idea that I get to live on my own, ecstatic that I don't have to attend class every day of the week (or at all, come to think of it). Still, I have to find the perfect environment to live the next four or more years of my life.
In my head, I have it all planned out: I want to be a biomed major at Johns Hopkins University, or UC San Diego, or the University of Michigan-- Ann Arbor...
Okay, I lied. Truth be told, I've nothing planned out. All I know is that in the forefront of my mind, I want to pursue a career that would allow me to work in a lab and help people.
^yeah...
May 17th: Being a frosh ;(
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