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Thursday, 18. June 2015
I can't believe it's Friday already...
ell, 23:36h
How old are you again, kid?
SEWENTEEN, Sir!
I was never that young...
No, you were younger.
A little joke, comprised of two quotes from Chekov, we came up with last year for Liz' birthday. And tonight is the last time I'll be able to use it, for in less than three hours, she'll turn eighteen. And I can't believe we're there already.
It's a year, since I graduated. A whole year in which we haven't seen each other in person regularly. And I'm quite surprised I've survived that so far.
But I also can't believe it in a more short-ranged sense. It's Friday. Only one week until this practical period is over. On one hand I am quite glad I'll be away. Not that I don't like the work, I'm just not overly happy with the ward I'm currently in. It's not the people. Or the patients. But somehow it's just not my world.
On the other hand I dread going to school again. A) Because there's that at least two-page essay I'm supposed to have written until the first day of school. B) Because of several talks and tests coming up which I have up to now successfully managed to avoid thinking about, and thus haven't learned for. And most of all, C) Because I'll be forced to see and talk to certain people of my class again.
Which means that every time I think of it, there is this voice in my head, screaming: No, Mum, I don't want to go back to school!. While I don't even know where that quote is from.
But for now I'm only thinking two days ahead, at most. That's the only way to keep alive out here. And for today that means:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIZ!
SEWENTEEN, Sir!
I was never that young...
No, you were younger.
A little joke, comprised of two quotes from Chekov, we came up with last year for Liz' birthday. And tonight is the last time I'll be able to use it, for in less than three hours, she'll turn eighteen. And I can't believe we're there already.
It's a year, since I graduated. A whole year in which we haven't seen each other in person regularly. And I'm quite surprised I've survived that so far.
But I also can't believe it in a more short-ranged sense. It's Friday. Only one week until this practical period is over. On one hand I am quite glad I'll be away. Not that I don't like the work, I'm just not overly happy with the ward I'm currently in. It's not the people. Or the patients. But somehow it's just not my world.
On the other hand I dread going to school again. A) Because there's that at least two-page essay I'm supposed to have written until the first day of school. B) Because of several talks and tests coming up which I have up to now successfully managed to avoid thinking about, and thus haven't learned for. And most of all, C) Because I'll be forced to see and talk to certain people of my class again.
Which means that every time I think of it, there is this voice in my head, screaming: No, Mum, I don't want to go back to school!. While I don't even know where that quote is from.
But for now I'm only thinking two days ahead, at most. That's the only way to keep alive out here. And for today that means:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIZ!
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