This semester is nearing its end! And yet, I don't feel it.
Thinking of all the requirements I'd have to complete before I officially say hello to the break is really drying up every drop of optimism I have in this poor, duty-beaten up body of mine. Seriously, I'd kill just to have a remote control that can speed up time. Right now we're on our last stretch of clinical duties. We're going to end it with a bang. It's our community rotation! Fun! *sarcasm*
I'm really just...worried. Out of the original 70 people from batch 2013, we are left with 48, and I can't help thinking 'What if I'm next?'. Oh crap, given all the mediocrity I've been sending out and all those stupid mistakes, I'm glad to have made it this far. But please, let me continue farther. I'm really not having the time of my life here. Believe me, thoughts of shifting, and even transferring to another school, have gone across my mind a million times already. But because of a million different reasons, I just can't act on it. And it wouldn't really help if I'd have to repeat this phase once more. So yeah, that's what motivates me to get past through all these. Oh Lord, let me graduate on time.
On a different note, I had my eyes checked this afternoon because I've been having recurrent headaches whenever I read stuff for long. So there, I found out that I no longer have 20-20 vision. I now have 25-25 vision! And that I am nearsighted! Not so much, but I am an inch closer to finally having the right to wear glasses! Hooray!
p.s. I want to wear glasses so that I'd look smart.