Note: I changed my username, and will now refer to myself as "dedformed" since I'm a) willing to be dead for med and b) privacy concerns.
Hello beans,
Welcome to another episode of me ranting about my life and issues and doing barely anything to get past them. I was hesitant on doing an entry today because I was so guilty of not being accountable. Last week was (somewhat) mega productive, I did at least 3-5 hours of work everyday and got a good balance between studying and chilling. This week, I attended Congress 2020 (annual student voice meeting, look it up, it's super cool) so my days were quite occupied - it took up 4 hours of my Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Today, so you would expect me to spend the rest of the time doing some level of work, right?
Except, no, I just lazed around.
I did a few Bio exams and practiced a bit for EI, but I'm two chapters behind in Chemistry and I haven't even started my Methods holiday hw. For UCAT, I've been working on QR but it's, like, five questions a day and that's what ten minutes? Not nearly enough. I just waste my time on youtube and watching kdramas and then feeling miserable about how I'm not as "smart" or "knowledgeable" as some of the people I look up to. Without doing the groundwork, I feel like I expect myself to soar the heavens. I blame quarantine for my emotional instability and honestly have been feeling very distant from my friends too. I feel like I'm not a genuine person and a fake. Like, sometimes I ask my friends about how they're feeling but I'm not sure if I really care (if you want to be my therapist check second spoiler lol). I don't find myself connecting to people at my new school and my friends (more like singular: friend) from my previous school have moved on. Similarly, sometimes I say I'm passionate about medicine, but am I really? Do I really care? I don't even put it that much effort into my work - not nearly as much as I should be, so do I even deserve to be a doctor? I'm super clumsy and keep making silly mistakes, and have been like this for as far as I can recall. In fact, I'm quite known for my clumsiness at home too, because I keep tripping and breaking stuff - can I really handle the fragility of dealing with life and death matters? Do I deserve to? Am I even mature enough to? I've just been ruminating this and it really bothers me how much time I waste thinking about crap when I haven't even received an offer.
Woah, that's a bit of a rant. But it hasn't ended - I'm just not sure at this point. I know with my bio grades, I can get around 48 if I try really hard to minimise my mistakes (my SAC average around the year was 90, and that's what my practice exams average out to be too) but I just keep repeating them. Honestly even dream about getting my score back. What if I'm overestimating myself? I feel like I'm gonna end up with a 35-45 and a 90 ATAR, which will barely get me through***
**** As I've said before, these aren't bad grades, but for medicine, the threshold is higher. Not everyone has the same perception of success, and please don't feel offended or take this as me being condescending.
word of the week
The word is "pernicious" . My thought process is pernicious.
give me life advice, am I being immature?
My friend had been going through a hard time with her relationship and I gave her (what I believe was) as much support as I could, a listening ear. I respect her problems even though I can't always relate to them, and sometimes I tune out a little bit, but I always try my best to make her feel better. Until last week I texted her time to time, asking if she was okay, and when she asked for a time out I gave her space.
Last week, my mum and my grandparents (living overseas) tested positive for COVID. I don't find it cathartic to dump my emotions on others (haha, not like I'm not doing it rn), but I was really distraught with the news. Like, because of how the media portrays it as a "battle" against the virus, how am I supposed to feel when my mum - someone I'm so close to - had to fight alone? Therefore, with soggy eyes, I impulsively spammed my friend and told her how upset I was. She told me it was going to be okay, but never texted me after that.
And that really annoyed me.
It's not like this is a bartering system, right? Then why do I feel so irritated because she didn't ask me how I was? I'm grateful my mum/ grandparents only showed very mild symptoms (they're still recovering though), but I just can't help being annoyed at the fact that the only friend I shared my issue with didn't bother once to text me and ask if I was alright. Just one text, of all the ATP you generate in every cycle of respiration, a few wouldn't cause famine. It's annoying that I feel this way, because I know she's had a lot on her plate because of her relationship, so she may have forgotten my text. But I just don't know if I'm being selfish or what.
Yesterday, a week after my mum tested positive, I texted my friend first and asked how she was. I don't know why I'd been waiting for her to ask me. I don't know why I asked that, because I'm not sure I cared. I don't know if it's PMS or what but I've just been dissociating with my friends. I feel like a fake person.