in which Bailey figures out her life.

In other words, I realize that in order to achieve my goals, I need to get a really, really, really good SAT score. And a ton of scholarships.

Over the past months my dad has been pushing me to figure out with I want to do after highschool. Next year is my senior year and to say that I have an early case of senioritis is a huge understatement. I have to be a full time student after I graduate due to insurance stuffs and up until about two weeks ago I had no ideas about my life and didn't know what I wanted to do or be or anything. Dad wanting me to get ready to start applying to colleges and do early apps was not helping my ball of stress to diminish.

At all.

So yesterday I sat down and thought about my future. Things I feel strongly about. Things I want to do and this is what I texted my best friend this morning: "So, I'm unloading this on you because if I told my mother she would stress and then my life would be even more hectic. Anyways. I decided what I want to do [with my life]. As of right now I'm considering pediatric endocrinology and becoming a doctor. I figured it all out. I'd major in biology, go to grad school for endo, and then have a three year residency at a hospital, followed by a two year fellowship in the area I want to specialize in. So...I could do this and be a doctor by my 30th birthday. I just don't know if that's what I want yet."

Ladies [and gentlemen, if there are any of you reading this blog, which I sort of doubt], your beloved blog-writer has lost all sense. She's completely crazy, but the weird thing is, this could very possibly work out for her. She got straight A's in her AP bio class freshman year and has always loved science.

(She also likes talking about herself in third person, apparently.)

People always talk about the broke college student, but I'm not even in college yet and I'm already broke. Eep. o_o