Going back to Chicago in two days. There's a tight bundle of nerves and dread sitting heavily in my stomach, and I don't want to think about the all the things I need to do in this next year. But it's not a matter of choice. MCAT and applications. There is no try.
More than that, though. Second year was a socially miserable year, and now when I think of UChicago, I think of the cold and the dark and silent bus rides home. Who would want to go back to that kind of place? It's too late and inconvenient to transfer schools now. I'll just have to wait it through and hope that third year will be better.
After college, I hope I never have to step foot in the Midwest again.