The day of thanks

So during my first two years of college, I thought I absolutely could not stay home for more than a day without going insane. However, now that I have rounded year three, I no longer agree with that. Getting away from that place they call UCLA with about 50000 students all on it’s own is like a little city that I live in day in and day out. Coming to home to a city with a population in the billions is much better. Do you know why? Because they aren’t all in my living room, or bedroom, or supermarket across the street.

I can go back to being a ‘normal’ person with civil duties instead of that crazy psychopathic student that keeps studying and doesn’t eat normal meals. I can get back to being a girl just living life and running errands and playing with my puppy. Not one that is trying to make it to office hours, mcat classes and still making time to keep up with shows and friends and family and for a lack of better words, a life.

College sucks the life out of you. Before you get there, at least for me, I thought that I would have a new beginning, a fresh perspective, but it’s all what you make of it. Most pre-med students like me would make school one of their top priorities rounding 2 or 3 at the furthest. Some things that I thought I could not tolerate are now in my living room (not literally). But do you know what I mean? Some things that you would have taken care of before now, just don’t get done because you are ‘used’ to them. Because you are too scared to change it… Or even worst of all- shear LAZINESS!

I don’t want to be this person. I refuse.

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