October 21st, 2005


(no subject)

It's not exactly that I want to die, but it certainly would make things a lot easier. I am barely sane after the blitz-week of exams, and barely realize what language I am speaking, where I am, what time of the day or day of the week it is. I still have one exam to take later today. And try and not make a fatal medication error when I go to work after talking it.

What possessed me to go into pharmacy school in the first place? What is it with my family, that out of my immediate ancestors neither one got education in the area they liked most, and neither one actually worked in the field they got their degree (or their first degree)? It seems I am following the same path. Weird, huh?