Well, there went summer. I did not cure cancer. Heck, I'm not even sure I figured out what I intended to figure out, although I did learn a lot. If research taught me anything, it taught me that data contains both interesting positives and pertinent negatives. It also contains "huh, I have no idea what that means." moments.
But that's neither here nor there. Here we're standing at the beginning of my actual senior year. At the end of this school year, I will finally graduate with my undergraduate degree(s). I decided that enough was enough and that I was ready to move on. It's kind of terrifyingly awesome because the next steps are actually rather cool.
I'm taking the MCAT in May. I signed up for a Kaplan course (and managed to negotiate a discount with them for my entire college...woot). I'm taking Physics 1 and Organic 2 with lab this semester. I'm also working in the lab 10 hours a week, participating in student government, shadowing doctors, and trying to find time to do the things I enjoy. I rediscovered some of my hobbies over the summer and decided that they need to be part of my life, regardless of what else is going on.
I also interviewed for and became the "final candidate" for a higher position at the hospital. It has far more patient contact (and actually counts towards patient contact, go figure!) and will give me the opportunity to confront death, dying, and survival in a much more immediate sense.
I am happy. I always wondered what you could do with your life if you didn't spend all your waking hours reading crap on the internet at a job you didn't like. Turns out you can do whatever you want with your life if you get all that time back.
