On Friday, I am going to be 24 years old. I know, I'm a fetus. I don't feel particularly young, but I suppose I don't really know what it is like to be older, either.
Ah, Friday the 13th. I "rebelliously" (I know, I live on the edge) embraced the number 13 as a kid because it is my birth date, after all. Even better was my "golden birthday," when you turn the same age your birth date. On what day of the week do you think my 13 fell? That's right, Friday--I turned 13 on Friday the 13th. Oooh, spooky!
Anyway, my birthday (Friday the 13th this year, again) is not really the issue at hand. Because I am essentially a masochist (all medical students are--we turn to sadism later), I scheduled my step exam for that day. So it's T-minus 3 days and counting. I'm afraid. And I want to get it over with. And I want to be able to study more, although not really. What I really want is to go on vacation.
PS I've stopped hiding and I'm just telling people (if it comes up) that I'm retaking the boards. It actually is quite liberating.
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