So I saw a book I have not seen in many years recently. When I saw it, I was instantly inundated by memories that I did not even realize could be triggered so easily.
It was the same type of Biology book I had in eleventh grade. That was the year I had to be home schooled on account I was undergoing cancer treatment. I dropped from the highest level of biology to the level below it, which my science teacher from the previous year so graciously offered to be my tutor.
Dropping out of the classes I had to forever changed the remainder of my schooling career. I have resentment for not being able to complete the path I had chosen, and yet what happened was for the best. It is difficult to think about what might have been, and weigh that against what I have now. I suppose that is why we do not control our destiny to some degree.
The feelings that accompany those moments (which are more extensive than I care to give detail), are indescribable. And they all rushed back to me as a wave of emotions that crashed over me as a stared at this book.
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