Four years ago, I walked out of my first biology test thinking "I'll be okay here"... True to that prediction, Rice didn't eat me... Four years later, I walked out my diffy test (a class I procrastinated for four years), mentally gushing the incredibility of here and now. What changed? I'm one inch taller (sure of it), without bangs (although I miss them all the time), more of a girl (i.e. more obsessive of my weight), no longer spend a hour every morning in front of the mirror (bangs were high-maintenance!), broke my no-studying-on-Friday-night rule (long long ago), unashamedly recognize that I'm not a drinker, partier, dancer, or bar-hopper; rarely wear black, succumed to the pink craze. I'm a bad judgment of people/character but life has been kind enough to shove a few precious people my way. And I still love Oprah... after all these years. :)

Who knows about medical school... and unlike four years ago, this time around, I will do my best to suppress all unfounded expectations, pre-mature excitements, unrealistic goals... in other words, I will try to be less me. :)