The Semester's About To Be Finished

I do apologize for the rather long hiatus. It was a very long year and it was very time-consuming one, indeed, especially with school in the way.

Anyway, the semester's about to be finished and that's great news right? In my head, sometimes I say yes, sometimes no. Its like what Sigmund Freud stated in his Psychoanalytic Theory was right, personality having three parts: the ID, Ego, and the Superego. And I feel that they are rampaging in my head. Its like the Third World War has been raging for years, but that's just in my head.

Do you know that feeling when you really want to exert effort to do something you should be doing but you always, I mean always, have to do it in the last minute. You may have guessed right and yes, that is what we call procrastination. I've never really liked the meaning of the word, much less use it in sentence, and even more to describe myself. So I resent myself because I procrastinate most of the time. Can you believe someone as "mature" and "intellectual" as I am would be succumbing to this "disease"? You might be wondering, why am I making such a big deal out of this. What would I accomplish with saying all of these things about procrastination? Well, the answer's simple: I think I could have done better this semester. And now I only have one exam left to officially end our university's second semester and welcome the bright sunny days of summer, comes that dreaded time of waiting. Waiting to know whether you pass or not. It's just one of those awful feelings I wish I didn't have to go through.

It's the dream. The dream of becoming this amazing cardiovascular-thoracic surgeon that would suddenly change the face of medicine. Sounds impossible? Damn right it is. But I'm not giving up. I'm not letting something like procrastination get the better of me. Yup, I'm gonna fight. Fight to the end. Until I achieve that dream.