Sigh

I hate when everything is falling into place but there is one hang up.

I'm struggling with a class right now. I don't want to be in the class. I just want to be done with it, make a passing grade, and forget all that it taught me.

The class has made me disappointed in myself. It's making me depressed.

Jack isn't happy with me. I spend more time studying than anything else. I can't seem to manage my time to include every day life. I feel like I'm neglecting everyone and those that I do talk to, I feel like all I do is complain and cry about my life as if they have nothing going on.

I want to get my masters and ph.d in medical anthropology. I don't want to go to PA school at all. I'm tired of hearing my mother say just go to nursing school as if it's a simple fix that will make me happy. I'm tired of hearing others tell me how my life should go when it comes to my career path. I want to be happy once I finish my education. I don't want to spend the next few years struggling to graduate with a degree in a field that will make me hate my days.

I just want to apply to Anthropology master programs, move closer to N.O.G., and come home from school/work and play with my dog. Is that really too much to ask for?