Issues

Ricky! How the heck did you gather up this courage to make this big decision huh? What the crap happened to you?

I've never dive into a situation as unstable as this and any moment, my dream could be crushed to pulp leaving me a sobbing mess on my bed.

I'm nervous. How can I not be? I'm about the hear back the verdict of whether IMU would accept me or not after I bombed (okay, slight exaggeration but you get the point) the interview. If it's a no then is it a sign for me or something? Like a sign for me not to continue on this crazy path or a sign for me to hold on?

How can I convince someone that they should pick me when I'm not even 100% confident that I could be a good doctor. A freaking doctor! I don't know why am I so freaked out about it. Think about it, I studied vet (the past tense kind of stings a bit) and that's basically a doctor for animals. It wasn't like I did art or business when I decided to pursue this.

Me, Ricky, the person who can trip on flat surfaces (but somehow never falls down, I know its a gift, contain your jealousy) is going to be a person who is in charge of sticking a needle to draw blood, telling someone what pills they should take to combat their illness and maybe even informing someone about the deaths of patients (I know, just call me Mr. Optimistic or Mr. Rainbow Sunshine- sunshine being the sir name).

I want to be this confident person that walks into the room and the interviewer just dropp their writing boards and say 'He's through. Duh people, stop sending me candidates that is obviously doctor material'. After that I'll just saunter out of the room like I expected nothing else. I know, vivid imagination much. *Sigh*