It’s 10 o’clock.
I have a physics test tomorrow at 9. I am not, in any way, shape, or form, ready for said test.
I have a government quiz tomorrow at 10. I am not, in any way, shape, or form, ready for said quiz.
I am going to fail.
I am going to fail.
I am going to fail.
I am going to fail.
I am going to fail.
I am a resident physician who enjoys writing about her life in between deadlines, kitten cuddles, and caffeine-fueled adventures. I write primarily for myself, but would love to share the journey with you.
Oh, Pritzker: first one to send me an interview invitation, first one to steal my heart. I arrived on Sunday excited at the prospect of
We did it.
I’m sitting at my gate in the airport, and despite trying my hardest to reflect over the past couple of days, it is difficult to