Oh my goodness. I am pretty nervous for next semester. I just found out that if I were to transfer to UC Davis, my major requires a speech class. That part is totally fine because I was already planning on taking one because I might also transfer to a CSU, and they automatically require a speech class. The thing is, with the CSU, they accept a speech class called Group Discussion, which was what I was planning on taking, and for my major at UC Davis they require the normal Public Speaking speech class. This is terrible, I so very much wanted to take the Group Discussion class. I became at ease knowing that I wouldn’t be doing it by myself. Not that I wouldn’t be nervous for group public speaking, I just wouldn’t be as nervous, ya know? Whatever, I guess I can’t avoid my fear for speaking in front of people by myself for too long.
“I’m grateful for anything that reminds me of what’s possible in this life. Books can do that. Films can do that. Music can do that. School can do that. It’s so easy to allow one day to simply follow into the next, but every once in a while we encounter something that shows us that anything is possible, that dramatic change is possible, that something new can be made, that laughter can be shared.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via whendustdances)
“Well, fear’s sort of an odd thing. When I was in residency my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a sixteen year old kid, a girl. And at the end, after thirteen hours, I was closing her up and I, I accidentally ripped her dural sac, shredded the base of the spine where all the nerves come together, membrane as thin as tissue. And so it ripped open and the nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair pasta, spinal fluid flowing out of her and I… and the terror was just so crazy. So real. And I knew I had to deal with it. So I just made a choice. I’d let the fear in, let it take over, let it do its thing, but only for five seconds, that’s all I was going to give it. So I started to count: one, two, three, four, five. Then it was gone. I went back to work, sewed her up and she was fine.”—Jack Shephard
“After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being — and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth.”—Carl Sagan (via blua)