The Future and All the Crap and Glory It Holds
My, my, my, it has been awhile. However, I have an excuse. I'm a lazy bastard. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. However, I really have had a lot of stuff weighing on my mind recently. Surprisingly, all this deep thought and contemplation stem from a TV show. That's right folks, America has reached a new low when deep thought is not inspired by a picture, a musical note, or a scene from a top a bluff, but when it comes from a television drama series. Yes, this is sad, maybe even pathetic. However, this show has brought so much distraught to my mind that I don't think I want to ever see it again.
"What is the goddamn show," Steve would be asking right now. The show is "House." I don't know if you've ever seen it or not, but it's worth a look. The basic premise of the show is about a doctor above all doctors. Ordinary doctors, as the title implies, call in Dr. House, to diagnosis and treat patients who cannot be diagnosed. The symptoms generally have many possible diseases related to them and it is Dr. House and his team of dramatic doctors to solve the case. From the previous post, this obviously struck a chord. So much that I stayed up all night one night just to finish the series. Did I mention a friend lent me season 1 on DVD? Anyways, the show was cool! I mean, come on, who doesn’t want to be the “last line of defense” against diseases? The thought was exhilarating. I, Joseph DeVitis, a doctor. Ahh…*looks into the distance.* My dream, being lived on a TV screen by some British actor who knows nothing of medicine.
Wait a second! Come back to reality Joe! You only have a 2.9 GPA! Yes, that is right. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. After one year of college, this is what I have to work with. This means two things. If I applied to medical school, the admissions officers would take one look at that number, laugh their asses off, burn the application, and admit me to a psych ward for chronic stupidity. The other thing that this means is that for the rest of my time here at beautiful LMU, I have to pull a 3.7 every semester for me to graduate with a 3.5, barely. This is a scary thought. THIS means that if I take 5 classes a semester, I have to pull at least 3 A’s and 2 B+’s. This is not saying I can’t do it, I believe I can, but it’s a stretch. Even with graduating with a 3.5, I still am below most average medical school’s average entering classes’ GPA’s.
Right now I’m scared and stressed out as hell. I don’t sleep that well at night because of the thought of not getting in. Have I already failed myself? Is it too late to even consider doing the science/medicine thing or do I chance it out? I feel like I’ve already given up in some regards. I look at the people sitting in those Pre-Health meetings and all I see are numbers floating above their heads. 3.8 over here, 3.6 over there, 4.0 in the front, and oh wait, 2.9 sitting in the middle not saying a word. I just don’t know what else to do if I don’t go into medicine. What can you do with a chemistry major? Maybe grad school? PhD? Same amount of school, same title, completely different jobs. I feel like I can even pick out the people who are going to make it. I can see it in their eyes. And yet, I feel like my spirit has already been broken.
Socially wise, not doing so hot either. Most of Whelan still hates me, what’s new? Even my dad is telling to me less strict with some of the kids here. He tells me that if I hear the bottles clink then I should just keep walking. I don’t know….it is my job to enforce the policies. The line is so grey there. I don’t know where to draw it. I also need a mob wife. If you don’t know what that is, come talk to me. This post is already long enough without another explanation. Anyways, I basically gave away my mob wife to a friend. My friend has liked her for a while and he wanted to take her. This is not to say I don’t like her as well, but it was one of those “you like her enough to give her away” type deals, pathetic in my opinion. Now I’m shit out of luck. I have a few options, but even then those are stretches. My prediction is that I’ll end up with someone setting me up with a girl I’ve never met and have us both hating each other by the time the week is over.
I guess the whole point of this post is that I’m very unstable right now. I haven’t shaved in over two weeks. This is not a fashion statement. My room is a mess, papers and clothes everywhere. I haven’t posted on this for a long time. I just don’t feel like the “Joe” that I used to be. You hear about failures in college, people that don’t try hard enough. They pay all this money to go to college, fuck up, and get some piss ass job. I don’t want to be that guy. I want to at least come out of hear with a reasonable GPA, get into some type of grad school, and continue my dream. I want all these things and the only person killing it is me. It’s as if I’m torn from within. So yes, I’m sorry I don’t have anything better to talk about, no sports talk, no funny stories. My life is in disarray right now. I don’t know when I’m going to get back on track, hopefully sooner than later. I made an appointment with SPS. Maybe they can help, although their schedule looked pretty booked. The only thing keeping me afloat is Hot Karling Danny’s mom once a week. Without her, I’d be a goner. I need something, whatever it is, I hope it comes soon, or I’ll be left in the dust. Hope all your lives are a bit more put together than mine. Until next time, if there is one, ciao.
"What is the goddamn show," Steve would be asking right now. The show is "House." I don't know if you've ever seen it or not, but it's worth a look. The basic premise of the show is about a doctor above all doctors. Ordinary doctors, as the title implies, call in Dr. House, to diagnosis and treat patients who cannot be diagnosed. The symptoms generally have many possible diseases related to them and it is Dr. House and his team of dramatic doctors to solve the case. From the previous post, this obviously struck a chord. So much that I stayed up all night one night just to finish the series. Did I mention a friend lent me season 1 on DVD? Anyways, the show was cool! I mean, come on, who doesn’t want to be the “last line of defense” against diseases? The thought was exhilarating. I, Joseph DeVitis, a doctor. Ahh…*looks into the distance.* My dream, being lived on a TV screen by some British actor who knows nothing of medicine.
Wait a second! Come back to reality Joe! You only have a 2.9 GPA! Yes, that is right. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. After one year of college, this is what I have to work with. This means two things. If I applied to medical school, the admissions officers would take one look at that number, laugh their asses off, burn the application, and admit me to a psych ward for chronic stupidity. The other thing that this means is that for the rest of my time here at beautiful LMU, I have to pull a 3.7 every semester for me to graduate with a 3.5, barely. This is a scary thought. THIS means that if I take 5 classes a semester, I have to pull at least 3 A’s and 2 B+’s. This is not saying I can’t do it, I believe I can, but it’s a stretch. Even with graduating with a 3.5, I still am below most average medical school’s average entering classes’ GPA’s.
Right now I’m scared and stressed out as hell. I don’t sleep that well at night because of the thought of not getting in. Have I already failed myself? Is it too late to even consider doing the science/medicine thing or do I chance it out? I feel like I’ve already given up in some regards. I look at the people sitting in those Pre-Health meetings and all I see are numbers floating above their heads. 3.8 over here, 3.6 over there, 4.0 in the front, and oh wait, 2.9 sitting in the middle not saying a word. I just don’t know what else to do if I don’t go into medicine. What can you do with a chemistry major? Maybe grad school? PhD? Same amount of school, same title, completely different jobs. I feel like I can even pick out the people who are going to make it. I can see it in their eyes. And yet, I feel like my spirit has already been broken.
Socially wise, not doing so hot either. Most of Whelan still hates me, what’s new? Even my dad is telling to me less strict with some of the kids here. He tells me that if I hear the bottles clink then I should just keep walking. I don’t know….it is my job to enforce the policies. The line is so grey there. I don’t know where to draw it. I also need a mob wife. If you don’t know what that is, come talk to me. This post is already long enough without another explanation. Anyways, I basically gave away my mob wife to a friend. My friend has liked her for a while and he wanted to take her. This is not to say I don’t like her as well, but it was one of those “you like her enough to give her away” type deals, pathetic in my opinion. Now I’m shit out of luck. I have a few options, but even then those are stretches. My prediction is that I’ll end up with someone setting me up with a girl I’ve never met and have us both hating each other by the time the week is over.
I guess the whole point of this post is that I’m very unstable right now. I haven’t shaved in over two weeks. This is not a fashion statement. My room is a mess, papers and clothes everywhere. I haven’t posted on this for a long time. I just don’t feel like the “Joe” that I used to be. You hear about failures in college, people that don’t try hard enough. They pay all this money to go to college, fuck up, and get some piss ass job. I don’t want to be that guy. I want to at least come out of hear with a reasonable GPA, get into some type of grad school, and continue my dream. I want all these things and the only person killing it is me. It’s as if I’m torn from within. So yes, I’m sorry I don’t have anything better to talk about, no sports talk, no funny stories. My life is in disarray right now. I don’t know when I’m going to get back on track, hopefully sooner than later. I made an appointment with SPS. Maybe they can help, although their schedule looked pretty booked. The only thing keeping me afloat is Hot Karling Danny’s mom once a week. Without her, I’d be a goner. I need something, whatever it is, I hope it comes soon, or I’ll be left in the dust. Hope all your lives are a bit more put together than mine. Until next time, if there is one, ciao.
posted by Joe at 12:18 AM
7 Comments:
JOE. Jesus, you have me worried here! Appointment with SPS? Until next time IF THERE IS ONE?!, I know you have these dreams and all, but working hard doesn't equate to worrying all the time. There is only so much you can do. If you're working at the level you think you're capable of there's no reason to worry about how you're doing. ANYways...my mom sends her regards hot stuff.
Some comments:
1. It sounds like me and your dad have something in common, because to the best of my recollection, I've been telling you that shit for weeks. By the way, if your DAD is telling you to ease up on the RA douchebag-iness, then maybe you should take a hint. It sounds like you have enough problems. 200 freshman hating you does not need to be one of them.
2. House is a sweet show. I'm down with that shit, but to apply a famous, if not infamous, House line to your situation, "you're risking a patient's life." And in this case, the patient is you. You gotta stop getting caught up in numbers. We have completed less that 30% of college, which means you have plenty of time to get your shit together and still have a little fun. You're gonna kill yourself worrying if you keep this up.
So here's my advise, and this is important so pay attention:
- Shave
- go to your classes this week with the confidence that you are just as smart as everyone else, and focus on learning the material, not on test scores and gpa's.
- Cancel you appointment with SPS, I have a better prescription. This weekend, go to a halloween party, get super wasted, have sex with some random girl, and get her to be your mob wife. Beleive me, it will clear your mind. And the Whelan freshman will appreciate a night off from you.
Good luck, sir. And remember, you're always welcome in 218 rains for some ggw action.
hahaha, what steve said
Joe. You gotta relax. you're a smart guy, and you can figure things out for yourself. But as it's been said, if you wanna be the "cool RA," you have to let things slide. If people aren't too loud or being stupid with their drinking, let it go. Hell the RAs here will sometimes drink with the freshman. your DAD even recommends it. when's the last time your dad has ever thought you needed to lighten up and take things in stride.
As for school....I would keep the advising appointment. I'm considering switching my major based on how math is going for me. Right now I'm just hoping to pass it with a 2.0. Not something I want to do, but if it's gotta be done, it's gotta be done. You'll know soon enough. See how this semester finishes out. if you're seriously below the mark, you and I can go into business together.
Joe,
You seem to be concentrating on too many things at the moment. Just calm down a bit. Take a deep breath. Hold it. Okay, now slowly exhale. Now then, take another deep breath and hold it in. Exhale slowly. Finally, take one more deep breath. Hold it. Exhale.
Just focus on the basics here. Apply your effort mainly in your major's classes and make your #1 goal a higher GPA. Don't think about RA, or frat parties, or asian tang, or "Crash" blowing you, or dropping a fat Hot Karl on Danny's mom, or that horrible show you're talking about, or anything else. And remember that, while it is important to get good grades, worrying and stressing excessively is not going to help. That only makes things worse, and distress can be bad for your health.
Take the laid back approach. Do the work to get an A, but forget about the consequences of that not happening. It doesn't seem to be helping. It is a nice wake-up call in many cases, but yeah...
Okay, I really don't know what I'm saying. Nobody can really solve the problem but you. On one hand, you need to care about your grades, but on the other, they shouldn't stress you out so much. Figure out a balance under which you can still boost your GPA.
Remember, if the grades don't pan out, you can always abuse your RA authority in a "Matt Dillon in Crash" style. You know what I'm talking about. Whelan girls. And by the way, Crash did blow something, but it wasn't my mind. Okay, it was pretty good. But not mind-blowing.
Time to die
Love,
All of Whelan
Hey I heard that all of your freshmen were trying to either get you shot tonight, or help people to shoot you. Maybe that tells you something about the type of RA you are. A shitty one. Think about it, huh?
From,
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