My Journey In Palma, Mallora Spain

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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Its, like Spain

Hear Ye Hear Ye,

So i've just gone through two days worth of anxiety attacks over grad school. Basically I'm a hot hot HOT mess. One day Im like, yeah education (i love coloring and singing songs), and then the next day Im like, Medical Interpreting is awesome (I like sick people). And then this inner battle happens where Medical Interpreting has a throw down with Spanish education and all like 

                         "rwar, I am like way more cool cause like no one knows what I am and I can like save       lives (or kill people)" but Spanish education is like "you smell, I get to act like i'm perpetually 12 and I don't have to worry about killing anyone."
And then Medical Interpreting comes back with "Yeah well interpreting is wayyyyy more interesting singing "head shoulders knees and toes"
And then Spanish Education ends it with "yeah but I get the summer off!"

So yeah, crazy internal monologue. Thoughts? I dont really know who won, cause obviously Im conflicted to start with. Any official mental referees out there are invited to call the match winner. It would be much appreciated.