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Entry 2

Dear Diary,

The professors waste no time in indulging us into the depths of the medical world. Their words, once inspiring, now seem like mountains of knowledge. Theories are presented with such ease, as if they are second nature to these intellectual giants. The sheer depth and breadth of the portion are enough to make anyone's head spin.

My once organized study schedule has become a chaotic mess of highlighted notes, coded textbooks, and countless online resources. I find myself hunched over my desk for hours, poring over endless textbooks, trying to commit every minute detail. The weight of expectation rests heavily on my shoulders.

In the lecture halls, the air is filled with a nervous energy. Students exchange worried glances and conversations, their faces filled with a mixture of determination and doubt. The competition among us is really tough, like a silent war. It's as if we are all fighting for survival in a battlefield, armed with nothing but our intellect and ability to rote things.

As the days progress, the workload intensifies. Sleep becomes a precious commodity, an dream. Every night, I find myself torn between the desire for rest and the desperate need to keep up with the ever-increasing demands of the curriculum. Exhaustion sets, both physically and mentally, eroding away the foundation of my unyielding resolve.

Doubts start to creep into my mind, insidious whispers that question my abilities and worthiness. "Are you smart enough? Will you ever measure up to your peers? What if you fail?" These thoughts taunt me, fueling the growing seed of self-doubt that takes root within me. I try to push them away, to drown them out with confidence, but their persistence is disheartening.

Within the jail of my dorm room, I seek solace in the silence. The walls seem to close in on me, the burden of expectation growing heavier by the day. I long for a moment of respite, a brief escape from the pressure that threatens to consume me.

Yet,at the end I think I will be ok, after all I have done this before in my previous classes,this is all gonna be worth it for my ambitions,I think.

Xo

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