Everything I've Been Through

It's hard to imagine that though I only have another 2 weeks of school to go, I'm becoming increasingly restless. All of a sudden I realise there are a million things to do despite my 4 classes, and it is becoming quite a pain. Work has stacked up as usual, and this time it is because I decided to draw/talk/play Kingdom Hearts in my free time instead of doing my work. And fair enough, I'll say. Satisfaction from getting good grades is overrated.

Now logically the thing I should prioritise right now is preparing for my med interviews. I have to travel interstate, and I figured that it will cost something like $800 dollars in total to attend my interviews. Actually, when I think about it that way, it's no big deal. My parents have spent their money on stupider things. I guess it'll be awkward to fail after so much investment--- I mean, the shit I went through to try and get into med school. The constant bombardment from my parents to "get a better ATAR", because 98 point something simply wasn't good enough. Then being harassed to study for the UMAT, actually studying for the UMAT, then under-performing anyway because I walked in with an ugly mood. That's nothing--- unless you include all the shit that came with it afterwards- parents being complete and utter assholes about my "failure of a score", the millions of arguments and scoldings I endured, and then getting kicked out of the house because of UMAT. Consequently catching a cold because I was wandering around early morning, taking a week to recover, only to have my mother tell me that I haven't done her homework for her.

But that's long gone. Let's look at the present. Organising travel was much harder than I imagined, but it was manageable, given that my friend helped me. Dad proposed to drive me to my interview, and I denied him faster than you can say "fuck no". Then Mum offered to travel with me, and while that's more tolerable--- I'd still rather travelling alone, getting lost in the middle of nowhere as opposed to going with her. Perhaps it's because freedom is so close, that every extra day becomes an aching pain.

But that's okay. I'll live. After all, I've planned so many happy activities for the upcoming holidays. Once I leave this goddamn place, life will start over, and I promise I will be a happier person.