Chronicles of a Future Doctor… Who Can’t Get Her Life Together

Wake up. Crawl to college. Pretend to be a functional human. Come back. Sleep.

The end.

Thanks for attending my life documentary.

But if you want the uncut director’s version, here you go:

My day starts at 7:20 AM. Class is at 8, it takes me 15 minutes to get there, and no—I have no idea how I make it. Some say it’s determination, I say it’s fear of attendance shortage. Besides the running is the only exercise I get.

In class, I meditate. Translation: I stare blankly at walls, ceiling fans, and the occasional PowerPoint slide… or I make fake plans for the day that I’ll absolutely not follow.

Then we have postings, where depending on the department, I either wander around trying to look serious and nod professionally at random cases, or I just find my friends and we collectively waste time like it’s a team sport.

Postings done? Time for another hour of spiritual zoning out. Call it mindfulness… or just brain shutdown.

Then lunch, paired with a silent prayer:

“Please God, let the next class start late… or better, just cancel it completely.”

I know, I’m training to be a doctor. This right here is your motivation to stay healthy—because honestly, would you trust me with your arteries?

Evenings depend on how desperate I am. If I find a library buddy, I go study for a solid hour or two. If not? Straight to my room where I alternate between rotting in bed, making to-do lists I’ll ignore, or reading a book for ✨emotional stability✨.

Dinner hits around 7:30 or 8 PM, followed by my regularly scheduled existential meltdown.

“I’m falling behind. I should be studying. My life is a mess.”

And five minutes later… back to procrastination. Incredible mental gymnastics, really. It is a sport. FIGHT ME.

Sometimes I wonder where does this blind confidence come from? Like babe…you have no brains, no generational wealth, and definitely not the face to charm your way out of consequences..

But of course, hope springs eternal: “Tomorrow, I’ll wake up at 5:30 AM, study, work out, and fix my life!”

…which obviously means doomscrolling till 3 AM.

Plans? Crashed.

Dreams? Burned.

Phone data? Vanished.

Me? Still vibing.