Why I Came To Icu? What I Like And Dislike About It?

5 a.m. Ð'... I open my eyes; I look around and close them immediately, trying to remember what happened last night and how did it get to what I've just seen around me. I feel a gentle breeze coming from the widely open window, trying to bring me back to reality. I stay like that for a few moments, while my mind is having a vigorous battle with my body, trying to make it stand up and turn off the music that was playing since last morning, as I can remember. Suddenly, my attention turns to the object lying on my left in which I lately recognize my boyfriend. Not that far away I hear a quiet snoring, which appears quite familiar to me. Well, of course, that is my best friend, enjoying her sleep and using her boyfriend as a pillow. I'm not going into the details that would describe what was around me, because that would be too much for a normal person to understand, at least you are a part of that. In a word, that was my "good bye" party before I went to the USA.170

Usually, moments like this make people think about something everlasting, something grand. The question that came to my mind that morning was not an exception. It attacked me as some advertisement popping out on your monitor while you're studying, asking me "DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR FUTURE? DO YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT UNIVERCITY ARE YOU GOING TO? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO BE? DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR THAT?" I must admit that at that time I didn't have any answers for those questions; and that just freaked me out. Of course, by that time I was already stuffed with the information about all the different schools in our country, my parents tried to overload me with; but knowing was not helping to decide on something. The only thing I definitely didn't want to happen is me going to the university, where I will be studying all these subjects I don't really need for my future profession. The problem was, that all the universities in our countries