Disaster averted. My latest academic crisis almost killed me. I guess since I'm so close to the finish line, they decided I could limp the rest of the way. After dealing with some cool people and some not so cool people, I'm back in business. At the "suggestion" of the dean, I went to see an academic counsilor. I was assigned to a rather unenthused middle aged lady instead of the cool dude I talked to earlier who actually gives a damn about students lives. I was quickly reminded as to why I hadn't been to an advisor for two years. Nearly worthless for any sort of guidance or sound advice. All in all she said two things. 1. Not only is med school not even on the radar for me, but any medical career is beyond me. This demoralizes me and really pisses me off at the same time. I hope this can motivate me to prove this bitch wrong. Hell, she's already wrong...I've already had a medical career. How many legs has she sawed off lately? 2. I need to have a social life. Now this actually makes sense. I know at least 10 other people in the same building as me and weeks may go by without me seeing them 'cause I'm so busy all the time. Even w hen I'm not working, I'm usually too tired or not in the mood to socialize. This is a recipe for burnout, which obviously already happened and I should at least try to get out once in a while to recharge my batteries. I believe she said...All work and no play puts Jonathan on academic probation. So after all of that I'm in a quasi dualistic state of complete and total bloodthirsty motivation and complete and utter defeat.
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