sometimes i go to medical school.
Diary entry, biology lesson, a lame attempt at original fiction that will have to be stripped apart entirely and put back together but I don’t know, I hardly ever journal at LJ any more and I wanted to share so nyah my blog my rules hokay.
a meme thing, because i am bored.
so finefrenzy- posted these questions and they’re fun so I answered them instead of reblogging and waiting for people to ask. shrug. I apply my personality like a paste what what.
You know how sometimes family dinner is like the League of Nations and sometimes you end up feeling like Germany? Yeah.
I’ve always had high standards, high expectations for myself. And my family has always had them too. I mean, I’m a perfectionist in some ways, and I’ll own that, but my parents have always expected big achievements too. (Like I remember finishing high school and getting my top band score and it was just like: we always knew you were going to do that. Which, we did. I did. They did. And they did celebrate. They were proud. But I always knew that that was what was expected.)
But I think people forget to tell people like that (like me I guess), high achievers, that you can be a failure. In fact, being a failure is quite liberating.
As I can attest after my first complete fail of a year at medical school.
At (roughly) Alexis’ age, my father flat out refused to let me move in with my boyfriend and we’d been all-but living together for 12 months already. It began with no daughter of mine and ended in you can forget me paying for it. (And I’d completed a year of university already and lived in another city for that time and I was just about to turn 18.)
And to be honest? I’m glad. Even though I still love James, it would’ve been a mistake to move in together and I would’ve missed out on so many experiences that I had living with my girlfriends. First love is kind of blind. I think it’s great that Castle is actually being a dad to Alexis when it comes to this.
True story.
/random personal fact
(Source: castleconfessions)
I hate this story and everything and I want it to die. /tantrum
Stupid het_bigbang. Seriously. It’s post-finale fic after the premiere. No one is even going to read it. I hate it.
Considering dropping out, but I don’t really want to waste three months and 65k of effort. I failed a test in medical school for this story.
I was away pretending to be a good medical student for three hours guys. My dash was 50 pages. You’re all great. Never change.
(Also I think I probably passed my OSCEs… best week ever? Possibly, possibly.)
