The best summer of my life has finally come to an end and during my last few hours in my most favorite place on the planet I find myself thinking, "Not this again...". Why am I doing this to myself? I hate leaving my family to go live with a bunch of hormonal and over dramatic girls in a too small apartment. I hate stuffing myself into 4 layers of clothes just to walk 20 minutes in the snow up a flippin' mountain to get to class. I hate the enormous amounts of homework I do just to go fail a test and get a C in a class I've worked my tail off all semester for. I guess I just kinda hate college, or maybe just the college I go to. So why am I going back?
I've always been taught that faith precedes the miracle, or in other words, you have to endure the rainstorm before you can enjoy the rainbow. I'm going back for my reward at the end of this long road. My dream (currently, might change) is to become a Pediatric Oncologist and I'm sure there will be lots of rough spots in the journey to come but the thought of me living my life by helping people and saving their lives makes any mountain seem like a grain of rice. I just need to remember that tough times don't last, but tough people do.
It's a new school year in a new apartment with new roommates and new classes. Freshman year was absolute hell and if I could erase one year from my mind, that would be it. After a summer to clear my head I am ready to give it another chance. So here goes nothing. Wish me luck and watch me shine!
