Found out today that Joel was actually one of the top students in Cornell. Perhaps they'd remember him and his marvellous contributions and assume that his sister is as brilliant as he is.
Just one of the gardens in Cornell. Gorgeous, isn't it? Looks like a fairytale (:
Something tells me I shouldn't set my heart on one single objective at the moment, although a sense of purpose is always good. Is it terribly wrong, though, to leave a less prestigious option (which I think I will enjoy a great deal) as a last resort, simply because of personal pride? Hm hm.
So I just woke up from an hour's nap, ate some apricots and a chocolate mint and had a cup of juice, and I think I shall go back to sleep now.
PS: The bunny isn't fat, really, it's just an illusion the fur creates (: Actually, I have yet to meet a truly fat rabbit, they mostly tend to be rather bony. But I do agree that fat-looking rabbits are CUTE (:
[edit: 7.30 pm]
Perhaps I am sicker than I thought. Panadol worked for a couple of hours, but now the fever's coming back. We'll see if I'm fit for school tomorrow after I see the doctor later. I don't want to miss school, really - It means a lot of catching up, and I'm already so behind.
And then there's that PSC psychometric test thing on Saturday, and if I'm unwell I doubt I'll do very well. Not that I'm too keen on getting a PSC scholarship, but it's good to keep my options open, right?
Sigh. Being the brat I am, when I'm sick I like people to sayang over me, but right now it's just me and my tutorials and books.
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[edit: 9 pm]
So, I went to my doctor and he spent 2 minutes diagnosing me, and then we spent another happy 15 minutes chatting about my career options, while the queues outside grew and grew. Strange to say, he adviced me against becoming a GP, because it's very hard work with pay that isn't always that great. Which is funny because in my opinion he's earning a heck of a lot of money owning that clinic of his!
He suggested doctor, accountant, lawyer, teacher, to which I said no, no, no and no, and then he was surprised to hear of my seemingly not-so-lofty aspirations, and urged me to think of a profession which pays well. But then, I realised that to him, anything apart from owning landed property and having a large car means "not well off".
I don't know. Enjoyment/fulfilment seems to outweigh high pay at the moment, but maybe when I'm a pauper staying in a squatter settlement riding a rusty bicycle to work, I might live to regret this.
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