Hi, I’m Nancy! I’m going to be one of your Life @ U of T bloggers for the year. I’m a fourth-year student studying Neuroscience and Immunology. I really like hummus. I spend an unhealthy amount of time scrolling through Beyonce’s Instagram account.
Like in the movie (500) Days of Summer, this summer for me is having its fair share of both good days and bad days. The difference is that my version does not cast Joseph Gordon Levitt as a love interest, much to the deep regret of all my grade 10 fantasies.
Summer is finally here! I survived finals, my grades were pretty decent, and I am now rewarded with a chance to relax, sip sangria, and fully immerse myself in my favourite summertime shows (Game of Thrones, am I right?). Not a care in the world!
I realize the unusual nature of this summer – that period of time between “Wow I’m graduating next year and moving on to a new chapter!” and “Oh wait I still have no idea what I’m doing with my life.” Minor panic attack ensues. I then engage in a 3-hour procrasti-nap as a passive-aggressive way of avoiding my problems.
A heavier sense of worry creeps in when I catch up with friends and listen as they discuss their ambitious summer goals. Seriously, is everyone just super self-aware except me? Which psychic did you see that saw into your future? How much do they charge? Will they accept well-crafted playlists as payment? Because my wallet is apparently only capable of carrying 55 cents at a time.
MCAT review books arrive in the mail. A reality check was also delivered, free of charge. I begrudgingly start studying, divvying up my time between that, two part-time jobs, prepping for a volunteer trip to South America in August, and hunting for researchers who could supervise a potential thesis project.
Scrambling to get my life together is both daunting and motivating in equal measure. But in my experience, being busy doesn’t necessarily mean you miss out on the fun stuff, especially if you are kept busy by things you want to be doing. If anything, being busy forces you to manage your time and use it more effectively. But still, I’m trying not to get too caught up and also focus on the present, channeling less Cameron Frye and more Ferris Bueller. Right down to that 80s sweater vest.
(Can you tell I’m a big fan of grand choreographed dances in movies?)