The reason why I would bring this up is because I recently spent 300 dollars on MCAT books. I have eight sitting on my desk and I'm awaiting the arrival of three more (stupid idiots had to split up all of the sections to earn more money). Every time I lift up my head, all I see is my future taunting me. What I can't figure out is whether or not this is really what I want. For those of you that have known me since sixth grade know that I have wanted to become a surgeon since then; but, the lingering questions in the back of my head remain: What if I fail the test? What if I can't become a surgeon? What if I'm not good enough? And because I have this fear I have also been afraid to open the books. I feel as if I don't open the books I don't have anything to be afraid of.
Because if I fail, what am I supposed to tell my grandma? She has always supported me. Always. Recently she revealed that she put aside money for me to go to medical school. If I disappoint her there is absolutely no way I could live with myself.
Sorry guys, I'm having a minor panic attack. It'll probably blow over after I think about this for a couple more days. In the end, I know that I'm going to have to tell myself to suck it up, stop whining, and succeed.
If you do have any fears I hope that they are giant golden beetle fears and not ones without solutions.
hug pillows & stamp cards <3
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