April is Hell Month in MD in the Making

Three more weeks of pure academic hell before I venture to Italy and study wine for a month. I’m trying to not give up so easily. But with multiple exams crammed into 2 weeks, I’m trying to hang on to my sanity. I always thought science was fun, but I’m literally taking 4 science classes and a biostatistics class this semester. It’s more torture than ever. I somehow have a few semesters left of college but it does not feel like it. I have somehow bumbled my way through three years of college without being a total failure. But this semester feels different. I never had anxiety manifest in me growing up the way it has the past couple of years. I am literally my own worst enemy, and that is not a proper excuse for medical schools. I often tell my boyfriend that I would rather drop out and ride off in his semi in the sunset. I would love to simply travel across the country with my love. But I know I would go insane in no time. I do this every semester. I overload with academics and extracurriculars. Cry. Go insane. Somehow pass the semester. Rinse and repeat. This summer I have an internship that has nothing to do with my major. But honestly, the poorly timed break will be nice (I should be shadowing doctors and blah blah insert boring pre-med shit). Why not goof off on a vineyard for six weeks? Who knows, maybe I won’t even go to medical school. I can use my degree to grow grapes and create wine.