
Did not get into Berkeley. Big surprise.
Maybe this is the Flying Spaghetti Monster's way of telling me I should open a vegan bakery instead.
Still feel shitty.
The thing is, I'm not even that upset that I didn't get in. Honestly the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to do it. I don't have passion or drive to educate, I just like science. That's not what a good teacher is. It was more of a backup plan. It was a way to put off thinking about what I really want to do for a few more years.
So, I guess it's good that I didn't get in?
Still feel shitty.
All of my friends, down here and in Portland, are doing such amazing wonderful things with their lives and are just the best, smartest, most creative and brilliant and passionate people, and it drives me insane with jealousy, because I feel I have nothing to offer them.