I'm over it!
Mood:  chillin'
Wednesday I had my big Pharm School interview. I've been telling everyone that I think it went ok. In reality, I think it went ok, except I think I was interviewed by a bump on a log, one that does a lot of research in bacteriology and virology. I thought that my angle would be kind of cool going in there being an artist and a science-minded thinker, but it didn't really seem to impress either the bump on the log or the 1st year pharmacy student that was co-interviewing. He was really mellow and nice, but sort of uninvolved. Rest assured, I guarantee that if I ever get to the point where they are that I will put a lot more enthusiasm into the interview than either of them did. So here goes, I have folded the last of my figurative thousand paper cranes and sent them sailing, hopefully I will be blessed with a special gift come April when I find out that I have beat out 400 other hopefuls for a spot to bust my ass of 4 years straight. And if I don't get in its because God didn't want me there yet, or at least thats what I've been told. Don't get me wrong, it was a very warm sentiment and I appreciate it immensely, but its not exactly along my belief system. I think that the woman was right, to a point, in telling me that our skills and talents are bestowed upon our persons from before birth, but Who determines what you get and what about the wasted potential factor? There are a great many minds that go to complete pot because of unambitious peers or superiors, what about those people? Did God intend for them to waste their lives taking your change at the toll booth? I doubt it. And I'm not trying to knock anyones faith or disrespect any belief system, I'm just saying that I think that there are more factors than just the gift you were given and the set-in-stone road map of fate to navigate you through life.
Anyway, I promised myself that I would forget about it until closer to the time of decision so that I could function properly and focus on daily tasks without stressing out at every free moment of time that my mind came across. Now onto the lasting effects of Impetigo. It just doesn't end. It was bad enough I had to move my life around to fit this nasty little thing into my life, but the impact it has left in my life has taken me from super stud to super crud. Sorry ladies and gentlemen, more importantly the gentleman, there will be no pictures posted of this sad state of affairs. I chose to recover in solitude. I don't like to show my weaknesses, so instead I get it out by blabbing about it online like I'm doing. And I know I really shouldn't say this, but what the hell, its a new year, and its time to take some risks... I think the worst part is over and things will hopefully improve from here. Here is wishing the best to you and hoping that you are off to a great start to 2005, which in Chinese astrology, I think is the year of the raging bacteria, or at least it would be if it were up to me. Its a good thing its not. Gummi Out!