One Week and Counting
Well, it is one week until the start of the new semester. I feel a little more nervous than I normally do, but this is a good type of nervous. A chance to start over and show that I can handle my schoolwork after last year's disaster, my last year as an undergraduate, my last year in the Sacramento region... This is the longest I have lived in one area since I was a kid. We moved to the Sacramento region in summer of 1997, as an intact family. A family struggling to deal with severe medical problems. Not just Rory's diabetes and dialysis, but David still recovering from being hit by a car at age 8. It was Shriner's Hospital moving to the Sacramento area from the Bay Area that provided the impetus for us to move here as well. Now, 8 years later, with Rory gone, and Diana moved out, the house is a lot more quiet. David is still here, but the energy of this household has changed dramatically. Now, I feel almost like a roommate with my own child. David is 19, after all. Working, struggling to define himself, having a relationship with a wonderful girl, still acting in some ways like a 13 year old (What 19 year old doesn't?)...
But at the same time, this new segment of my life will help me to define who *I* am. After all, I haven't lived on my own EVER. Technically, I still am not. That will occur after I graduate and move on, hopefully into a P.A. program. That is one of the reasons this last year will be so important. I *MUST* show the programs I can compete with 20-somethings that are applying for the same position I want. And I *MUST* ace all my courses. Thus, the nervousness. :-)
Well, it is one week until the start of the new semester. I feel a little more nervous than I normally do, but this is a good type of nervous. A chance to start over and show that I can handle my schoolwork after last year's disaster, my last year as an undergraduate, my last year in the Sacramento region... This is the longest I have lived in one area since I was a kid. We moved to the Sacramento region in summer of 1997, as an intact family. A family struggling to deal with severe medical problems. Not just Rory's diabetes and dialysis, but David still recovering from being hit by a car at age 8. It was Shriner's Hospital moving to the Sacramento area from the Bay Area that provided the impetus for us to move here as well. Now, 8 years later, with Rory gone, and Diana moved out, the house is a lot more quiet. David is still here, but the energy of this household has changed dramatically. Now, I feel almost like a roommate with my own child. David is 19, after all. Working, struggling to define himself, having a relationship with a wonderful girl, still acting in some ways like a 13 year old (What 19 year old doesn't?)...
But at the same time, this new segment of my life will help me to define who *I* am. After all, I haven't lived on my own EVER. Technically, I still am not. That will occur after I graduate and move on, hopefully into a P.A. program. That is one of the reasons this last year will be so important. I *MUST* show the programs I can compete with 20-somethings that are applying for the same position I want. And I *MUST* ace all my courses. Thus, the nervousness. :-)
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