Pumpkin Pie


I was going to write about something else today, but then decided I just wasn't in the mood. What am I in the mood for.... is some pumpkin pie. You heard me! Some melt in your mouth, spicy sweet, remind you of the perfect autumn- pumpkin pie. The craving just came over me about an hour ago. Man I can act like such a pregnant woman sometimes. Anyways neither do I know where to find pumpkin pie, and neither do I need any pumpkin pie. But i thought i might as well blog about my frustrations. Speaking of which- I have been quite frustrated recently. I have been trying to square away things for august, and things are just not going well. Deferring my loans, applying for new loans, securing an apartment, finding a roommate, figuring how I am getting down there... everything is just plain annoying. Never do I get a straightforward answer, people are unreliable, and instructions are unclear. It is a pain in the butt!

Oh and to make matters worse... I got my first semester books and the material is no joke. It is hard! I means it takes time, concentration, and mucho effort to master the material. You are probably wondering... no duh that's medical school. And I know I know but it doesn't keep you from getting scared. I am positive I can achieve anything I put my mind to... I just hope that after this really chill semester my mind will get its act together! With my fingers crossed, God on my side, and a wonderful family supporting me- success is inevitable. =)

Keeping positive,
(and keeping my mind off of pumpkin pie)
Nandita

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