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I've recently developed an enjoyment of Scrubs. (I guess I just didn't get it before.)

Anyway, reading medical blogs on medscape and etc. makes me want to have my own record of my pre-medical journey (short or long as it may be..). But as a pre-med, nothing really interesting happens to you. I can't say I had to cut someone open and was terrified or I cried when I realized someone I was observing was dying. A pre-med blog would sound like this:

"oh man, I stayed up all night studying Organic Chemistry."

And it would only go downhill from there. I'm only beginning to realize that studying and test drama will take up the bulk of my next couple of years. I mean, I knew it in that brain way, but I didn't know it in that test-your-will-heart way. Not to make as though I am deterred. I spent Friday evening alone at home while my boyfriend played in a bar. I studied an MCAT biology book. I wasn't upset then, nor am I now. (I'm being groomed to lack proper social life and skills - for my survival over the next few years). There are times when I feel really frustrated knowing that I can't just glide by, drink beer and barely make it. Along with those antisocial studyholic tendencies, I seem to be developing a perfectionist attitude, and I know that settling for beer over grades will never make me happy.

 I just can't really get a grip on how fast things are going, and I'm a little scared at how much faster they'll go, because from all outward appearances, things are going relatively slow for me. I'll volunteer this summer and do research, I'll go to school in the fall in a place way harder, I'll already be a sophomore. That means I'm going to have to cram in as much science as soon as possible. And it's never too early to study for MCATs right?? (or at least refresh what you've forgotten along the way..) I just feel as though I live my life on the verge, and kind of like this is all a cute joke that people expect me to snap out of. But I'll declare it now: I'm not almost a pre-medical student. I am one. And up until now, even that has been a big deal. Even that has made me the butt of jokes and rudeness. I've had a long time to think about it, and I have longer to think about it, but I'm almost certain of the answer.

The best pre-medical news I have is that I gave blood last week and needles no longer make me irrationally nervous. At least that's something?