I really don't have much to say for this entry. I just wanted to share the picture below, which was taken quite recently at a birthday party. The picture is important to me because it's a collection of my old friends from high school, most of them I've known since middle school, maybe even before. I met some other kids at the party who, like Emily, Greg, and Chelsea, are all art majors in one form or another. And my meeting these people, seeing what my old friends are doing now... photo exhibits, designing fashion, creating art, makes me kinda sad and regret going to medical school. As early as I can remember I've loved to draw and sketch, and my very first career-oriented ambitious thought was to become an artist. Specifically, a cartoonist/illustrator. And all throughout K12 I kept drawing, creating art, enjoying what I am able to imagine and create with my hands.
Somewhere along the line, it died. I think this thought has always lived in the back of my head, but it wasn't until I saw my old friends who I had Art Expressions with in middle school, who I used to sit next to in art class and just
draw, the thought resurfaced and really hit me hard. A part of me just wants to pick up a sketch book, and just spend the whole day sketching. Draw comics. Something.
The good news is I'm 2 tests away from fulfilling my time at Temple, then I take my boards in May, then I finally get out of the lecture halls and start working in the hospital. I think then my feelings of regret of probably subside, as I will no longer feel suffocated by lectures and notes and start to actually be active. To do something. It's kinda like the movie
Patch Adams, where Robin Williams was unhappy in the first half of the movie as he was also sitting in medical school lectures but in the 2nd hour of the movie, when he finally hit the hospital floors, he was able to use his creativity in, oh, just about everything.
Ok, so I did have something to say/ramble, haha.

My own feelings of envy aside, I was incredibly happy to see these people again. In a way, they're all just as I remembered them, yet completely different.
"We make art because life isn't perfect" ~ Tarkovsky