It’s been almost a month since I last updated. I swear it’s getting harder and harder to find the time and drive to actually continue updating this blog. I’ve loved this blog and poured my heart into it for more than 6 years, but these past months have been too much for me to have words and blog about. Also, lately I chose to be more private with my life than before for some reasons that’s why I try to post less, tweet less, and blog less.
But anyway, here it goes:
I’ve finally graduated. It was such a bittersweet day. I still miss La Salle everyday. I miss my friends, the community, the vibes it gives me whenever I’m inside the campus. I even miss the traffic and pollution, wrong as that may sound. I just feel like there’s a big part of me that will always stay in La Salle and I’m happy for that because I can always look back to the university that shaped me a lot.
Now that I’m officially done with pre-med, it means I have no excuse not to completely focus on med school. So far, my grades are okay. I mean they are more than okay. My grades are actually higher than I expected…. until we had our 4th and most recent evals. My grades suddenly went downhill. It’s frustrating because I was trying to maintain my high grades. Though at the same time, I’m challenged by my low grades to work 100000x harder on the next exams to regain myself. I guess this is med school’s way of pushing us so we won’t feel complacent and to remind us that it will get harder and it’s either we keep up or give up.
There’s this one thing bothering me and playing with my head that I can’t blog about because I shouldn’t be feeling this way in the first place but it’s eating my energy. I’ve always been the person who gets easily frustrated when things don’t go my way or when I put so much effort on something yet I get nothing. The worse part is I am completely aware that this is what I would get if I put myself into it yet I still keep doing it. Most of the times, I don’t really understand myself or the universe for putting me in the same situation over and over again. Just when I thought I am finally free from the hands of sorrow, I’m being hugged from behind by the same person again.