There's no reason you should read this. I just figured I should get that super long and depressing rant off my front page. It's been sitting there for almost a year. It's been long enough.
Life isn't what I expected, but that was to be expected. I don't spent as much time doing the things that I used to love, but I find myself falling in love with the things I will be able to do. I don't regret much. In a year, I've experienced a lot. I've grown up a lot. I'm not a high schooler anymore. It's weird.
To recap my freshman year (for all posterity... mostly for myself, actually):
- Made friends where I didn't think friends could be made
- Found people worth admiring
- For the first time met an academic challenge, and had to work to overcome it
- Made peace with my mother
- Did neuropsychological research and got paid for it (and that summer payment covers the part of tuition my parents weren't going to pay this year)
- Presented my neuropsych research in a poster showcase
- Entered a BS/MS 5-year program in Biomedical Engineering with a concentration in neuroengineering
- Got a 6 month ridiculously highly paid co-op with Johnson&Johnson starting in two weeks
- Rented a house, dealt with a landlord, dealt with bills and utilities set up, all without help
- Designed and built a laser pointer-activated computer cursor prototype for patients with quadriplegia
- Secured myself a place in the trip to Miramar, El Salvador, to help implement a water filtration and pump system for the people in the village
So, despite my reservations and complaints and misgivings... I think I did pretty well. There's definitely a lesson here, and maybe it's just the chocolate making me feel cozy and pleased with myself, but... Y'know. I think I deserve it.
Now to enjoy the rest of my two week summer.