Year One Down

I just finished the first year of what promises to be a long journey to becoming a PhakeDoctor.

So yesterday, in celebration, I stuffed my face full of cupcakes. I deserve this, I thought. I worked my butt off this year. I deserved it alright. Deserved the stomache ache that followed my gorging too. I guess it was pretty fitting. Much of the year has been filled with mixed emotion. It's a strange feeling to at once be intellectually charged with curiosity and wrought with uncertainty. Sometimes I walk around campus expecting to feel a firm hand on my shoulder. I'll turn around and meet a stern-faced officer of the arm chair police. "I'm sorry, son but you're going to have to come with me," he'll say, and I'll know they've discovered I'm not supposed to be there. The protectors of high brow thought will have realized the blunder they made in letting me in. It could happen anytime. Well anyway, I'm one year closer to potentially obsolete degree... Really, I'm excited about what lies ahead. I must just still be experiencing the sugar blues.