Serene chaos

Diary of a would be Medical Examiner:

School starts tomorrow, I’m excited and nervous. Worried about funds, mostly. I’ll elaborate more on this later.

Edit for elaboration: I’ve been out of college for about four years. This means that all of my friends who immediately went to college when we graduated have graduated this past summer. (Which totally makes me feel like a loser.)

Now, I loved college when I attended Hawaii Pacific University, honestly, I still love the college. I just never knew how much a bad experience with a room mate could affect the school year. I know now.

After my first major familial loss I returned to my home in Texas. (Ew, Texas.) I returned lost.

When I set off for college in the summer of 2007, I was intent on being a marine biologist and spending the rest of my days tracking marine life. Obviously, I’ve changed my life goals since then.

So, what changed? Well, I was kind of couch surfing it for about a year, kind of living here and there, mostly in San Antonio. Then my best friend decided she was tired of living with her parents so we started renting out a place together. I got a job, I loved it, the store closed and I lost my beloved job. My best friend got in a car accident and back to couch surfing I went again. Two months later we were back together in a new place. She started getting into things that weren’t exactly to my taste, words were had and then I moved out. With no place to go, I moved back in with my Mom. (Kind of shitty, kind of awesome.)

I got a job with the state and worked in an office for a year and a half. I loved my job. I loved what I did and I loved my clearance. One or two coworkers in particular weren’t exactly the best models of good citizens: elderly women with a penchant for racism.

While my heart was happy, there wasn’t any joy in my work. I started looking at my life.

I reconsidered options that I had closed off, writing and forensic science. With the rise of the Occupy movement and just the general shit way things were going for English teachers, I decided that writing might not be the best option at the moment.

Forensic Science. It was something I had knocked out of my “could do” list for a couple of reasons, frankly I thought I’d never be able to handle seeing children on my table. I’m at a point in my life where I honestly could handle seeing a kid for the sake of being able to give a family closure.

I’ve narrowed it to medical examiner only because I think I’d handle the bodies better than the cases, and they’re more involved than a pathologist.

Anyway, back to the main part: school starts tomorrow. Spanish is my first class. I am excited.