Sometimes I read things and I think, I should really have stuck it out through Organic Chemistry (long enough to make it past the first problem set, say). But then I remember that Sara and Laurel and I are going to open our women's health clinic and they will be the doctors and I will be the health promotion/speaker/Donnovan angle and write lots of editorials and hate on abstinence-only education, and then I feel better.
And Laurel and Sara will have their carpenter husbands and I will learn how to build a veranda and put a hammock in the back of the clinic (since I recently read an article in Esquire about how you have to do 16 things before Labor Day, including take a nap in a hammock and take a drink on a veranda and go to a drive-in movie which I also want to do), which will be located near a lake with a mini-pier that is too cold even in the summer but really, when you think about it, is just about right, and there might be a rope swing somewhere near the hammock (but not too close) like that pie-selling place near Cambria. And maybe we can swing the rope into the lake and let go. Maybe I am confusing career dreams with Bridge to Terabithia (minus death) and with future lake-house-in-Wisconsin dreams, but I'm letting that go.