Laziness @ MindSay

Last year I was almost dead set on becoming something in the medical career. I love watching medical shows (House) and especially medical documentaries (i.e. about OCD, conjoined twins, progeria, etc).

However, I've analyzed my life and realized with my laziness and lack of motivation for schoolwork, I cannot become anything in the medical career. Just because I am fascinated with the human body and different conditions, does not mean I am cut out to become a physician. It takes discipline, love of ALL people and able to control people when they are in hysterics/a mad fit of rage/etc, being able to work long hours, MANY years of school along with top marks, and not being grossed out by normal things.

 

When it comes to myself, I obviously lack discipline, I am not a fan of children (although I honestly love people...especially my friends. I care deeply about all of you...really, I do), I am lazy and therefore would not be able to work long hours, I do not want to be in school for too many more years (and again due to my laziness I have shit marks), and I get grossed out when I see someone bleeding in real life.

 

What it comes down to, is that last year, I thought I wanted to be in the medical career, but after realizing the above things, I changed my mind. I looked at my interests and decided that history would be much better suited to me, despite the fact it may be hard to find jobs here in T-BAY. I'm sure I will find something though. There are problems with every career path.

However, my main problem standing in my way is my laziness in school. I used to be a straight-A student, but after I went through a bad fit of depression a few years ago, I stopped caring, and stopped doing regular homework. As a result, today I am several weeks behind in all my courses, and brutally failing. I have very difficult courses (2 University courses and 2 advanced placement courses. Maths and Sciences, no doubt) and have dug my self a deep, deep hole in less than 2 months. I have no idea how I'm going to get from failing to above a 70% average before exams…especially with the fact that today I found out that only the first half my Calculus course counts towards my mark, meaning that I got to do extremely well on the last few assignments/quizzes/tests and the exam in order to get a passing mark. It will be hell, but it's something I got to do.

 

But now that I realize what I want to do in University, I'm asking myself "Why am I taking the extremely hard courses and not doing any work and failing when I could take easy courses, not do any work and pass?" It's obviously because last year I thought I was going into the medical career, but I really should have changed my semester around in September, and then I wouldn't be in this situation. And I wouldn't have to deal with the stuck up, rich, preppy kids either. They keep asking me "What is your mark, Kristal? What did you get on your test, Kristal?" etc etc. I always say, "I don't discuss marks." because it's really none of their business. This therefore poses the question "Why ask if you don't care?" (Hence the title of this blog.) Because really, they are not friends with me, I don't talk to them (and vice versa), and my mark has nothing to do with them. I believe they are asking in order to feel a sense of superiority against me. I don't know if they realize I'm failing (they prob. do) but really, they should be concerned about their own mark, not mine. I feel shitty enough for being selfish and not doing anything, I don't need them laughing at me along the way.

 

High school is bullshit. It's shit years in which the problems we face do not matter in the long run. Sure, things like pregnancies will affect those girls who get pregnant, but really, 90% of the people in my classes are caught up in the world of sports, student council meetings, drinking with friends and homework, and complain when a teacher they have tries to teach like a university professor to get them prepared for real life. It annoys me that they live in this protective little bubble of meaningless gossip, and unleash their "problems" unto other people.

 

I'm just glad that I got out of that group many years ago. I believe my friends really do understand the real world, and understand real problems. Of course we all bitch about our problems, but I really do think all my friends problems are true and really matter: they aren't about a basketball game, they are about illness, poverty and drug use. Of course we all worry about friends (myself included) but I believe in order to really be a high school student that's prepared for real life once they get out, we must know and experience bits of reality outside our shell. Of course, we all must enjoy friends: that's the fun! But we mustn’t be ignorant either.

 

I love you guys, truly and deeply. I'm so glad you face reality instead of ignore it. Don't ever lose that about you.

 

-Kristal St. Jean     

Motivation thy name is not Scott.

KOR-SAW

Not like you've never heard me say this before, but:  I have no idea why I haven't been blogging.  I mean, aside from the obvious - that MindSay is inaccessible from my office and I'm too lazy to blog once I get home.  So let's bring y'all up to speed.

My friend with cancer...  It's a stage IV melanoma that has spread to her lungs, if not other places.  She's receiving treatments of Interleukin-2, which is administered intravenously until her body actually starts to rebel... her blood pressure will drop and her heart will come close to arrest.  Good times.  She stays in the hospital for a week, receiving three such treatments.  Then it's home for a week or two of recovery, then back for more.  If the tumors show signs of shrinkage (or even just no sign of growth), they'll consider that it's working, and this will go on for about six months.

"Success" with this type of treatment is about 60 - 70%.  And generally speaking, any stage IV cancer is heinously bad news.  With melanoma spread to the lungs...  Well...  Let's just say I'm not optimistic about her future.

Once, just once I would like to go to the gym and work out without having to "clean up" after somebody. This is probably a petty complaint, but why after most guys stack a ton of weight on a bar or Hammer Strength machine finish using it, they decide it's cool for somebody else to take the weight off if they want to use it next?  It's as if they mustn't expend any more energy than required to lift these mammoth amounts of weight during their workout and anything extra, well that's the next person's problem. Never mind that the next guy or girl probably is going to lift less than half of what is on the bar...  I swear the gym should force the lazy to hire a "gym caddy".  You know, somebody to un-rack all of the weight that your local resident meathead somehow had the energy to put on the bar in the first place.  

I took the day off. and read magazines and parts of a Biography of Charlotte Bronte and napped with Abster  upstairs on the chaise under the new umbrella....and gave myself a pedicure with real  rose color on my toes and then waxed my legs from the knee down (both veet and nim are great products). In between i managed to fold some laundry and plant carnation and gypsophilia seeds in the top deck planters. [having decided not to grow tomatoes this year]
and Bailey's Manual of Cultivated plants did not let me down. the amazing bush on the east side of the house is a Japanese quince: genus Chaeomeles. it's gorgeous and in full bloom right now.

Someone I respect suggest I read Obama's first book, which I did and i liked him even less afterwards. Of course I will vote for him if nominated... but Hill is still my girl. I might make scrambled eggs for dinner. this is a great lazy  day.