sometimes...

...I really wonder about my decision to pursue an area of study that is clearly not my forte.

I've always loved humanities. Copious amounts of assigned readings in a humanities class never fazed me; in fact, I enjoyed the four hundred pages of reading assigned each week back when I was majoring in English.

Bio classes just aren't as fun. My brain decides to wander off and eat ice cream and play with puppies in grassy meadows while I'm sitting at my desk staring at a bio textbook with my eyes glazed over.

Life would be so much easier if I chose a different career path... but I want to become a doctor more than I want an easier time in school.

Dear biology, I WILL love you someday. I promise. I am trying. Wait for me please.