So this morning I realized I was like an addict that finally confronted my problem. While searching for something in my room I realized that once I get a taste of freedom, I get hooked. While frantically searching for halloween goodie bags (yea, totally irrelevant but so important at the time kind of like when Jessie Spano HAD to take those caffeine pills so she could sing at the talent show in Saved by the bell), I never want to turn back to studying or the confinements of my apartment in the city of PUMA. I was on a high when I am far from school (too bad i live across zee street). I am smiling, I leisurely walk through the isles of Target, and I interact with society. THEN...DUN DUN DUN.. Sunday night. I meet with a study group. I get hit hard. I face withdrawals from the freedom and I fall into a denial/depression...
I didn't realize I was an addict of fun until I saw how the PA student norm was. FFFFFFF.. Now I gotta study 48 hours straight for Adult Medicine Hematology test. Coolnads. Now like an addict, I have to clean up my mess and pull through.
Gotta study it..quick and dirty.







