The next phase

Sometimes I wish that I wasn't sent here. At times I wish I never should have agreed with my father and stick to my own grounds instead.

Asking What ifs doesn't change the fact that five and a half regretable years have already passed by and I am left with barely a year until I graduate. The next step - internship - the phase of which determines if you can handle the pressure of being a lowly intern before becoming a doctor.

This place doesn't prepare us much for the next step. Which is why I'm worried out of whatever's left of my withered wits.