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"I Am a Silken Stocking Run..."
Mar. 26th, 2009 12:13 amSO I. Made what may simultaneously be the wisest and most annoying choice of my college career: I changed my major. I am now a muddy little piggy religion major. :D
This is really good because now I don't have to take Bio III, Frontiers of Bio, and a bunch of other classes that are mandatory for the bio major but not mandatory for med school. It cuts out a lot of expectations as well. Also, med schools like students with non-bio majors. I'll be able to do study abroad, which hitherto was not really a viable option. I'll be able to take Rural Healthcare classes, which hitherto was not a viable option. I'll be able to take all the religion classes I want! And I don't have to switch advisors, because I already have a religion professor as my general advisor; all I have to do is ask him to be my major advisor, and change my major advisor to my general advisor, which is apparently a single form.
This is really going to make my life hard because I will have to take the MCAT after senior year, not the end of junior. Also I will have to take a sort of bio-III-esque class prior to going to med school. Also I will spend the next four years explaining to people that I am going to be a doctor, not a priest, for reals.
So. Hopefully it should be obvious why this a good choice. I am so happy. I feel freed and excited and mmmmmm.
Also it's Pride Week, and I think it's a really good Pride Week so far. We're finishing up with a drag ball on Saturday, which will be fun, not least because Phil wants us to try and make him look like a girl. Luckily, Mama gave me all this makeup before I went to school which I have not even touched because I don't wear makeup, so we will have ample resources for covering up his persistent five o'clock shadow.
I just want to dance everywhere. I like me! I really like me. I like what life looks like. I like my polyromantic bisexual loose-limbed dark-eyed barefoot fat dancing self. I just want to sing everywhere I go. And Nick smiled at me a lot Tuesday night; he has the most gorgeous smile. I don't know how to explain this, except that I feel so full of love for everyone, I feel like welcoming everything that comes, and I feel that I have the right to be tickled pink and filled with joy when a boy with a beautiful smile sends it my way on a Tuesday night. I have a right to myself as a pretty girl and it's all right to enjoy myself and life and the people around me. And I do. And I wish I could scrapbook all the smiles I've ever gotten, how uniquely beautiful they all are, and how much I love them, in the moment and in the past. Mmmmsmiling.
To-morrow I am going to wear the yoke-and-ruffle skirt that makes me feel gorgeous.
This is really good because now I don't have to take Bio III, Frontiers of Bio, and a bunch of other classes that are mandatory for the bio major but not mandatory for med school. It cuts out a lot of expectations as well. Also, med schools like students with non-bio majors. I'll be able to do study abroad, which hitherto was not really a viable option. I'll be able to take Rural Healthcare classes, which hitherto was not a viable option. I'll be able to take all the religion classes I want! And I don't have to switch advisors, because I already have a religion professor as my general advisor; all I have to do is ask him to be my major advisor, and change my major advisor to my general advisor, which is apparently a single form.
This is really going to make my life hard because I will have to take the MCAT after senior year, not the end of junior. Also I will have to take a sort of bio-III-esque class prior to going to med school. Also I will spend the next four years explaining to people that I am going to be a doctor, not a priest, for reals.
So. Hopefully it should be obvious why this a good choice. I am so happy. I feel freed and excited and mmmmmm.
Also it's Pride Week, and I think it's a really good Pride Week so far. We're finishing up with a drag ball on Saturday, which will be fun, not least because Phil wants us to try and make him look like a girl. Luckily, Mama gave me all this makeup before I went to school which I have not even touched because I don't wear makeup, so we will have ample resources for covering up his persistent five o'clock shadow.
I just want to dance everywhere. I like me! I really like me. I like what life looks like. I like my polyromantic bisexual loose-limbed dark-eyed barefoot fat dancing self. I just want to sing everywhere I go. And Nick smiled at me a lot Tuesday night; he has the most gorgeous smile. I don't know how to explain this, except that I feel so full of love for everyone, I feel like welcoming everything that comes, and I feel that I have the right to be tickled pink and filled with joy when a boy with a beautiful smile sends it my way on a Tuesday night. I have a right to myself as a pretty girl and it's all right to enjoy myself and life and the people around me. And I do. And I wish I could scrapbook all the smiles I've ever gotten, how uniquely beautiful they all are, and how much I love them, in the moment and in the past. Mmmmsmiling.
To-morrow I am going to wear the yoke-and-ruffle skirt that makes me feel gorgeous.
