What a relief: Semester One exams- Survived!

I got my results on Monday and I was really pleased. I am proud of how hard I studied and that I found the motivation to get through the semester, even though I wasn't connecting with the course vocationally. 

I was most proud of my lowest mark, which was for anatomy and physiology. Until this year it has been 5 years since I have studied any science. I knew I was going to have to do a lot of work just to keep up with the kids who had just done biology and chemistry a few months ago in year 12, as well as the ones who had complete or partial degrees in sciences. I got the mark I deserved and while my lowest, I do feel a level of satisfaction knowing that I earned every point of it. 

I knew I had worked hard but I was prepared, given that overall I found my exams pretty tough, that my grades were not necessarily going to reflect my effort. Thankfully on this occasion, I was pleasantly surprised. 

By the end of semester and during exams, having a good academic record to transfer into a different course was what kept me motivate. I hadn't committed to transferring but it was the only thought that inspired me to keep working and reminded me that I wasn't trapped in my course, I did have choices.

Now I have to make those choices.

Damn choices.

Over the last week or so of living in the limbo of my future, I have finally whittled my options down to two paths. My first option is to finish out the rest of the year doing paramedics and apply for new courses for next year. My second option it to apply to transfer for next semester. 

My parents have been great helping me talk through the options. I think they know which path they would choose if they were in my position, but I don't think either of them want to run the risk of actually telling me what to do. Whilst they are becoming very wise in this parenting business of theirs, a part of me does wish they would just straight out tell me what they think I should do. 

I am a little tired of standing at "cross roads" (I should say "intersections" given that I'm not American) and trying to pick one path when I want to give them all a try. I have also lost some of the faith I had in the decision making powers that landed me here in the first place.

That being said, I'm trying not to be too despondent. Whilst paramedics isn't the career I'm destined for, it gave me a huge kick up the bum. Over the past 5 or so months, studying paramedics has forced me to do the maturing I desperately needed to do to. 

On an unrelated note, don't bother seeing the movie "Ted". The laughs are cheap at best. Also, my brother comes home from England tomorrow. It will be so great to have him home.