D. M. Davidson
I've noticed that I got one view (I wonder if that was my own), but anyway, I've become self-conscious and I feel that there needs to be something to merit a possible future visit. I'm currently a medical student, and an unhappy one at that. The volume is depressing. I tire of constantly being reminded of my ignorance. I am sick with the fear that I'll be a sub-standard doctor. And, worst of all, I must face the guilt that it's all my fault. All I have to do is study. But, I just can't make myself do it...I'm going to have to learn to cope though, and fast. The year 2015 is speeding towards me and there my final exam waits...
I love writing, formerly from the stand-point of an appreciative reader, and now as some one who has just begun to wade in the profession. It's exciting, there so much to learn-not just about craft. Writing has often provided occasion to think about the beautiful language I took for granted, which led me here. My lawful wife is jealous and demanding, though, and leaves little time for anything else save the obsessive flipping of pages.
Outside of the personal, there isn't much to say. I'm not particularly popular, nor am I the type to make 'fast friends'. But I really love people and I seek to connect with and learn from my fellow human beings. But that too is a skill to be learnt.
So short the life, so long to learn.