College and Curveballs

And sometimes, things look up.

As 2010 nears its halfway point, I find myself breathing a sigh of relief. The light at the end of the tunnel has finally appeared. While these next six months will be hard, at least there is a foreseeable conclusion to all the madness. But it raises the question: what will 2011 bring?

But even now, some days, I can get up in the morning, and if not happy, I feel more at peace.

The horror of being in college is the impatience. The anxiety that tomorrow isn't coming quickly enough. We want to be adults, start careers, move on. College is that transition state, between pimply high-schooler and the grumbling businessman. And that transition isn't always a pleasant one. Full of uncomfortable situations, more responsibility than is healthy, and much more stress than is really necessary. Being suddenly asked to map out your future is a new level of daunting. Pick a major in something you like, but make sure it will be lucrative! Sometimes, there's no happy medium. But in the end, it all seems to work out. At least for some of us.

I'm not going to lie to you; the rest of 2010 seems more than mildly distressing. Summer classes, followed by medic school I'm not sure I'm quite ready for. All the while missing people I probably should forget, but know I never will. College is excellent at taking you out of your comfort zone and thrusting you into disagreeable situations. It wouldn't be so bad, accept that life likes to throw its own curveballs too. Here's hoping, one or the other will decide to give me a break. If only for a while.

Overall, I have good feelings for 2011. Graduating medic school (here's hoping), making new friends, regrowing old relationships. Its gonna be a whirlwind of a ride. Hopefully, the waters calm down. Because I could do for a time of smooth sailing. Nevertheless, I have a good feeling.

But who knows. Six months is a long time. And I'll have to survive a portion of 2011 too, before the forecast predicts sunny skies. A lot of things can happen between now and then. The hardest part, is not knowing what those things could be.