Under Pressure

Man oh man. What have I gotten myself into... Let's see. Where should I begin?

Well... it all started last year when my mom and Mrs. Capp told all the juniors they should start thinking about senior projects. Well being the procrastinator that I am I didn't. So, months passed, I got into MIT, other less important things happened. You know. Time flies when you're having fun. And then BAM! like a smack in the face senior project proposals were due in one week and yet I didn't have a project. I was screwed. I had no clue what I wanted to do and time was going by fast.

Well here is a life lesson for you: It always pays to have friends who know what they're doing, in any area, and will save you when you're in a bind.

Well see, I was supposed to work with Quintin. But this jerk ditched me and went to work with some lady who ended up ditching him and then reporting him to the dean for hating school (but that's another story). :P (I love you Quintin.) And then, there was Randy. One of my BFFs but boy oh boy does he hate working with other people. So when he told me I could join his project I was like :o. And I had nothing else to do. So why not?

So then I had this senior project that was working with a cardiologist at Hahnemann Hospital. And it was meh. I just wrote the paper and then Monday was our first day and I thought I'd just roll through the two weeks.

But seriously, OMG I cannot tell you what a life changing experience this has been. That horrible diet I used to have is over. Talk about scared strait. I'm not trying to end up on one of those beds. :/ And now, I'm considering going to med school! ME AT MED SCHOOL? Ha! Who would have thunk it? Not I for sure. But, I may get to mix both of the things that I like. My maybe new life's goal making a permanent fake heart. I could probably do it if I tried hard enough. And I could also try to make stuff that makes it easier for patients and stuff. Cause that would be usability. Which is my first professional lover. :D

We'll see though. So now, I'm under pressure. Because I went to lunch with Jamal today and so I didn't get to Olney until 7, which is when school bus passes stop working (lame). So I called my mom to see if she'd come get me but she was looking at some house with her friend. And so I decided to see if the C bus driver would met me on since it was only 7:12. And so he asked me why I was late. And I told him how a guy had come in with a heart attack which made me late. (I for got about the Jamal part but I was late meeting him cause of the heart attack so yeah...) Then the bus driver kept talking to me and made me promise that I'd be a cardiologist and a good Muslim if he let me ride. I told him I couldn't promise I'd be a cardiologist since I'm squeamish. Then I talked about the fake heart stuff and told him how I was going to MIT. Turned out he was also the radio host on that Muslim show that comes on Saturdays that my mom listens to. And yeah, he was like oh that's so nice that you're going to MIT and stuffs and told me I should go make a fake heart. (The conversation was a lot deeper than that lol that's just my retarded summing it up.) But yeah, so now, I have to go make a fake heart. :/

I've met so many random people who now tell me I'm like an inspiration and stuff. And I'm just like whoa. I don't even like getting out of bed in the morning so if I inspire you, what does that say about you? But now I feel all this pressure to be like amazing. Even though I'm starting to like the heart stuff, I still don't know what to do. I just don't want to be lame. We'll see. And I'll keep praying. And hopefully it'll all work out in the end. :D