Crazy shit digg. I’m the kid that stayed home making a Megan Fox poster while my friends went to Vegas for the weekend. The kid that usually stayed home to study on weekends, instead of going out to kick it. The responsible kid, the one that was always afraid of failing. Sometimes I wonder why I even got into nursing. Money? Security? Will all of that shit really mean anything to me when it’s all said and done? Probably. Growing up all I wanted to do was chill, be fucked up rich, and treat every day like it’s summer vacation. Now I’m getting into a profession that’s gonna wreck my sleeping schedule, but also pay up the ass (hopefully). We graduate in 6 months, and I’m scared as fuck. I just had my last summer vacation, and I’m about to have my last winter break (trying to be politically correct for all two of my Jew friends).
But I guess you eventually realize 21 isn’t even really that old. I still feel like a 10 year old, with a drivers license. I’m sure Gretchen will agree with that. It’s just weird when shit gets real and you begin to understand that everything you ever dreamed of becoming is just going to remain a dream. Don’t get me wrong, I like nursing, but it’s not what I love. If it were up to me I’d be designing video games, or just be playing them. I’m gonna be a nurse pretty soon, but I hope to God that I don’t just settle for that.
“When I was growing up my mother told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment. I told them they didn’t understand life.”
I read that somewhere a couple years back, but shit’s real.
-daryl kris
