One of my greatest struggles right now is my tremendous dissatisfaction with school. Every Sunday as I'm driving back to Westwood, my heart sinks and flounders dreading what the week holds for me. While there are a number of things that bother me (e.g., my austere yet ridiculously expensive living accommodations, my lack of a social life, the humdrum routine of school, etc.), what's been especially getting to me is my public health program. Had I known that there was so much researching and planning and writing and evaluating, I don't know whether I would have chosen this path in life. I had envisioned me out there "doing," and doing something that works...and works for the good of humanity. Right now, I'm beginning to wonder if public health, for all that it's worth, is really all that effective.

Sigh... Maybe I'm just out of it...