Time : 2020-09-11 19:18:30
Điểm: 10/10
But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t do it. After a few difficult and unhappy years as a premed student, it became painfully clear to me that I did not like the courses I was taking. I thought my comparative anatomy class was a perversely pointless form of psychological torture especially the dissection labs. And I just could not make myself study something that didn’t interest me. At the time, I thought I lacked discipline and that I was selfish. Maybe so? But whatever the underlying reasons, I was unable to make myself into the person that I thought I should be. So I decided to stop trying. I was 21 years old when I dropped out of college; packed everything I owned: jeans, t-shirts, leather jacket, guitar into my car and drove from Chicago to Berkeley, California.

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