I’d be greatly concerned if someone started treating you as if you were interchangeable for another. That’s a highly suspect opinion, and while there may even be reams of similarities, the point of this panoply of timelines is literally that none of them are identical.
Mm-hm, I’m a first-year. Sometimes I think the only thing keeping me from doing so is simply the fact that I’m too busy with work to be able to.
Also, I have to stick around for medical school.
IT SEEMS, WHENEVER PEOPLE MEET ME, THEY AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME THAT I’M GOING TO BE AN ASSHOLE. THAT I’LL JUST SNAP AT THEM AND MAKE THEIR LIVES A LIVING HELL. I ALREADY DO THAT ENOUGH WITH MY ACTUAL FRIENDS, DON’T NEED TO FUCK UP ANYONE ELSE.
I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK WITH THAT. I REALLY DO. I’M IN MY FIRST YEAR AS WELL, BUT THERE’S SO MUCH SHIT GOING DOWN RIGHT NOW, I’M SO TEMPTED TO JUST LEAVE.
And thence the dangers of such construction of artificial categories based on one’s name and genetic code.
What’s going on that tempts you to leave? There are distinct benefits to continuing one’s education to at least a bachelor’s degree, because of the ease with which one can acquire a job afterwards. Thank you for your well-wishes, though. I’ll definitely try to make the best of things as they are now.
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