By Your Own Admission

senor-lapin:

He hates this.

There, he said it.

He hates his courses and he hates his major and he hates this competition and he hates this pressure and he hates med school. There, he said it. He hates med school. He doesn’t want to go to med school.

Each morning he wakes up and dreads going to class, each night he trudges to the library and dreads opening his books. Biology used to be fun, he thinks, but not like this. Not like this.

He feels stuck.

It was never a question of if he would go to med school, really, but rather where he would go to med school. Med school was the constant. His parents wanted a doctor for a child. He wanted to make them proud.

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