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I’ve always wanted to be a veterinarian. I’ve always wanted to help animals. People. Things. When someone with an armful of groceries drops their car keys on the ground, I pick them up. When a stray cat is wandering around in the rain, I feed her and plug in a heater for her in my garage. When my stuffed animal falls off my bed, I put it back up because, really, they have feelings too.
It seems natural, then, that I would go into a profession in the healthcare field. To put it simply, all living things are happiest when they’re healthy. I’d like to keep them healthy. And I love animals (probably the most over-used three words in veterinary school application history, but that doesn’t make it any less true). I want to be a Veterinarian Without Borders and go to third-world countries and provide free medical care for otherwise neglected animals.
But I’ve been cooking and baking a lot recently and I’ve come to realize that I love food, too. Reading food blogs and watching Ace of Cakes has lit a little flame inside me saying HAY, MAYBE YOU WANT TO BE A PASTRY CHEF WHEN YOU GROWS UP. I’m a third-year biology student at MIT following the dream she’s had since she was a kid. What the hell am I doing having dreams of cookies and bread and three-tiered wedding cakes? Delusions of grandeur, for sure.
And yet.
My internship this summer at the NEA is only three days a week. For the other four days, I was originally planning on volunteering at the MSPCA and continuing my UROP in the Ploegh Lab. Maybe…maybe I’ll try to get a part-time cashier job at Flour Bakery or something for two of those days. After all, there will still be a need for pastries when I retire.
(By the way, check out Flour’s head chef’s bio on the website.)
In order to procrastinate studying for my two upcoming exams, I was re-reading some of my old Livejournal entries (holy crap…). Aside from being horrified at my emo and whiny nature, I found this gem. It’s my favorite lolcat picture ever, and it actually inspires me to work hard and become a good veterinarian. ‘Cause there are still lots of kitties to be saved all around the world, and I want to be their hero.
- I love my friends more than words can describe. Yes, this includes you!
- The Christmas season is my favorite time of year. And look…it’s snowing on my blog! ^^
- Am toying around with the idea of re-highlighting my hair purple.
- …and/or finally getting a tattoo.
- I didn’t really learn anything in 9.01 this semester.
- Perhaps writing music isn’t as painful as I let myself think. I still prefer playing, though.
- Soft pants are wonderful.
- I’m thirsty.
I feel like I write one of these entries every year, but the sentiment never seems to fade. Halloween was my favorite holiday growing up (strange as it is to think of “growing up” in the past tense). A day to step outside your own shoes. A day when it’s okay to pretend you’re someone you’re not. I loved dressing up and, as much as possible, made my own costumes. During my senior year of high school, I sewed a Captain Hook coat for myself and a Peter Pan tunic for Victor. I also had the most ridiculous hat, complete with a gigantic feather. Good times, good times.
I was reading an LJ entry from freshman year about how I was disappointed in the days leading up to Halloween at MIT. Sure, the leaves were gorgeous and much more Halloween-y than in Fremont, but nobody seemed to notice. Everyone was too busy with work and psets…even I had an exam on November 1 (honestly…what kind of professor gives an exam on the day after Halloween?!). Nevertheless, I donned my (default) gangster costume and traipsed around Harvard Square in a game of Cruel 2 B Kind.
This year, I didn’t even notice Halloween creeping up on me until someone decorated the Next House TFL (first floor lounge) with huge posters of spiders/rats/miscellaneous cretins yesterday in a mysterious fit of festivity. I suppose I really am getting too old for this holiday. Even the dorm trick-or-treating event was open to freshmen (plus a few ambitious sophomores) only. How depressing.
(This last one actually scared me a little when I finally noticed it because I didn’t see it the first few times I walked by… ^^;;)
Whatever. I refuse to be pragmatic about this. There’s this house in my neighborhood back home that looks like a gothic castle. The couple living there don’t have any children, I think partly because they are both still children at heart. They go all out with decorations for every holiday, especially Halloween, complete with fake lightning and skeletons being guillotined on the front lawn. They give out full-sized candy bars while dressed in the most elaborate costumes.
I want to be just like them when I grow up.
So here’s to next year’s Halloween, and never being too old to let your imagination run wild.
P.S. Happy birthday James! ^^
