Right about this time last year I was making all these plans for 2012. And there were a lot of them. Writing this blog, for instance, and writing a million words (that… is an interesting goal. You'll probably hear more about it later this month). I was freaking out about this December, too— "what am I going to do with my life?"
I'm still not quite sure. But the path seems to have been set for me already— at some point going to medical school in Romania stopped being this 'maybe' and became 'of course.' Of course I'm going. Of course I'm going to read Romanian literature and try to figure out what these people and their essays mean by convoluted sentence structures. Of course I'm going to spend three months living and breathing biology and physics (or chemistry). Of course I'm going to be a doctor.
And it's actually pretty cool. Strangely, I think reading all these essays, trying to figure out what, sadly enough, is a second language for me, studying like I've never studied before… is easier than what I'd be doing in America. At any rate, it's simpler.
Hmm. I started off with something about goals for this year and ended up here. I do have goals for next year, but they're really, really simple. Study for the admissions and bacalaureat. Make a movie. Edit my novel. Learn to be an adult in modern society (budget-making, cooking, laundry, sticking to a cleaning schedule… etc).
Gah. I turn 18 in six days. 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th. It seems so far away and way too close.