When I grow up

So this is the end of week 3 of school. As the norm goes, I'm studying. So next week I will be doing a presentation, a case presentation actually, to the whole cohort and the lectures. Scary but at least I'm not alone. I mean of course there would only be me talking when I'm suppose to, how can we have more than one person talkingat anyone time, but there are others presenting with me too. Still scary because I'm opening. Anyone who have seen me make presentations will know that I'm quite terrible at it. But the idea is cool though. We've got to present a case as if we are on the wards with a consultant type. This is to prepare us for 3rd year ward rounds. Wish me luck I guess, got to do it eventually.

So, I was in the shower after finish my essay, which I'm nearly done and there is still a month to go before it's due, I thought that I want to do another essay. Remember in primary school, every start of the year the teacher makes you do a creative writing on what you want to be when you grow up. In my first one, I wrote that I was going to be a professional robber. Drove everyone nuts, and they all freaked out. It's creative though and I'd make loads of money and little work when I get really good at robbing. Haha. I'm doing another one now though.

When I grow up.
When I grow up, I want to be intelligent. When I grow up, I want to strong. When I grow up, I want to be a surgeon. I want to be the top surgeon. The best surgeon that anyone would ever know. When I grow up, I want to be great. When I grow up, I want to be amazing. More amazing than anyone amazing. When I grow up, I want to invent new techniques. Techniques that is better than previous, more effective, more quick, more economical. Most importantly, when I grow up, I want to be a better me. A much better me.


love,
kathleen