This is what happens:
I start off the week in English class. I walk in, sit down, we discuss poetry, I love it, even though poetry's not my thing, and I leave, thinking, man, this is what I want to do with my life. The next day I start off in bio. Sometimes I'm bored because I already know most of this stuff, but sometimes I learn really random, cool things- like yeast have sex!- and I leave thinking, man, bio is just too cool for words. I wish we were doing anatomy; it would be even more interesting.
And the moral of the story is, I have NO IDEA what I want to do with my life.
2 Comments:
you should become a poet dr. and instead of doing surgery and stuff, you should just write poems about it. Its the perfect plan.
Or not, more like you should be a doctor and write in your spare time
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