Today's "Aha" moment

Ok, so this has been wondering in my mind all afternoon. I consider myself a social butterfly. This is no exaggeration. I get along with people very well and enjoy myself in social settings. I almost never have awkward moments and can redirect strange conversations or incidents so that everyone feels comfortable. I also make friends easily. Do ya get the point? Because I would hate to sound like I am bragging. OK.

But today I realized that, that I might be losing that quality (if you are choose to call it that). A friend asked me to an accompany him to an occasion and here's how I responded (I am copy pasting this from an email I sent him in response to his offer) :

It sounds like it might be fun, but here's the truth about how these things turn out. I'm always super busy, and seem to be like a year behind on catching up with dinners with friends (I know this might seem like an exaggeration, but I promise you, it is not). I have friends I have promised to have dinner with a year ago, who still hold it over my head. 
so I highly doubt it will happen


As I was typing my response, I realized how socially handicapped I have become, most definitely a result of my Pre-med ways.
Is it the stress of always wanting to stay home and do just a little bit more reading? Could it be that I can not befriend someone who does not share the busy life that I live? I can list more than 20 names of people that I should have met with this past year, even if it was just for a few minutes. Maybe I should just stop thinking I will actually meet up with anyone for anything. Win - Win, don't you think?

Or I can continue to make excuses, trust me there are plenty legit ones: MCAT, Medschool Apps, Mammalian physiology...need I go on?

That said, I simply remind myself that I choose to be where I am and what I do :)

Furious!

Furious! I think T-mobile is trying to cheat me, and I'm not the kind of person that can yell at a customer service agent; oh how I wish I knew how to do that. I could Yell! and Yell! and Yell! until someone hung up and that someone would not be me.

They sent me a bill that states I owe them nearly $400 for an account I closed over 3 months ago. COME ON PEOPLE! I don't hear from you for this long and now I owe you money. $%&* that! I need to learn how to yell at those people, that's what they get paid for right? (better agree with me here)

Anyway, I also had to pay to get my new ID today. Being the optimist that I am I actually waited a week in hopes that someone would turn it in. This confirms that I really am running out of luck. If I continue to get billed like this I might need a second job.

I was sitting in my TA meeting this morning and thinking about how I would blog about my excitement for the first weekend of studying (and I mean all weekend) and how the temperature is going to drop this weekend (dread this one). But I just came back from the administration office where I got my ID, and got off the phone with the T-mobile people a few minutes ago, so I can't really think about anything but how much money I spent on nothing.

Trying really hard to calm down. I have genetics in a half hour maybe that will help, the world is bigger than you Emnet. There's lots more going on.  

Early Bird

I was wide awake by 6:30 today (probably had something to do with how I fell asleep at 10:30 last night, but still...) and decided to go for a jog. I usually jog by the lake by my house, where I recently had a scary incident.
I almost stepped on a snake! It was the most scariest thing that has ever happened to me. Ok, maybe not EVER, but it's the one I could not stop thinking about this morning. But I had to jog, with my ID being lost and what not, it's not like I was going to go to the gym and do it. And I have not been getting any excersice and have no excuse for it. I know it's midterms time and all, but I really don't have that much work to do ( especially compared to how hectic things were when I was studying for my MCATs and going to school full time).

So, I got out of bed telling myself, stop making excuses, just go and run, it's been ages since you saw the damn snake and you have been to the lake multiple times after.

I'll tell you I almost didn't go. I even got dressed to go to class and everything. But then I stopped to look at myself in the mirror and knew that if I continued to sit on my ass and endulge on all the yummy goodies I can get my hands on, I best go out and jog. So I did. Well, I won't lie, I can't jog for more than 10 minutes without a rest (yes I know I am BAD, hence my signing up for a jogging class - if you do not know how that's going tsk tsk for not having been reading my blog). This morning I was feeling lazier than usual, I could not run for more than 5 minutes at a time (I know super bad). So I was walking really fast instead, still keeping an eye out for snakes. But then after walking for 15 minutes, it started to pour. I usually don't care much for rain so I continued to walk. But I forgot....my shoes! I was wearing my favorite jogging shoes and I had not washed them in nearly 4 years (they are clean on the inside, so stop making that face - thank you). I love that dingy look, but now they were starting to get wet on the inside, which means I will have to wash them. How did I not know that was bound to happen. I am not sure wether it was in anger or in effort to protect the shoes, but I ran all the way back home, and that people is how I got my excerise this morning.

My shoes did get wet though - will have to wash them. 

Early onset of "something"

Here's how the story goes. About two months ago, I started to show symptoms of "something" (I will call it that until I figure out what it really is).

I was out partying and lost my license. I am not very fond of purses, and so when I go out to shake some stress off, I simply shove my ID, credit card and some cash into my pocket before I head out to the mad streets of DC. Now, the sensible person I am knows to put everything in my front pocket, where it's tight and I can keep my eyes on it. However, once we have hung out at the bar for a while and ready to Boom Boom Paw (had to say that), I always do the less sensible and more convenient thing: shove my ID in my back pocket. Which is why when I lost it, it tickled me. I deserved it, in fact it was about time.  It would be nice if they had reminders by club entrances with messages like: please keep your ID's safe so you can keep coming back...wishful thinking.

Anyway, the following day I called up some clubs and asked if they had found my ID. They had not. Oh well, thank God I don't drive then, because the only time I will miss that thing is when I go out (not so urgent). But then two weeks later my mother rings and asks me if I lost my ID (someone had hand delivered it to her at her house). I had completely forgotten about my long lost ID and didn't get my AHA! moment until she mentioned the date and that I had lost it in a Taxi. I was grateful, I hope I was nice to the Taxi driver and not just an intoxicated sleepy girl he had to make sure got home safe. A week later, I lost my ID again; and no I did not put it in my back pocket. I gave it to my friend who had a purse on her, who thought she shoved it in her bag when she dropped it (my best guess of what happened since it's unlikely that someone is after my ID). 

I started to think: maybe I was really meant to lose it, I had been lazy about having it renewed since I changed my address a few years ago and so maybe this is a sign, RIGHT? Nope, because a few days later my mother ringed me again and said "someone mailed in your ID." She told me it had a note in it detailing where it was found and that I should be careful with it (I wanted to give someone a big hug for their kindness. I mean to find an ID and mail it is nice, but to do it with the speed they did whoa!) I lost it on Friday night and my mom called midweek the following week, which means the person did not waste anytime trying to get it to me, super touching! I'm touched! You would be too. My mom also suggested that I consider having my ID tattooed somewhere, that way I wont have to worry about having it renewed or lost (genius eh). Her way of saying, better get it together young lady. This is where I wish this story ends, but then I would not be whining about having early onset of "something" now would I. So a few days later, I lost my phone. I left it in the women's locker room and 2 hours later called it to have someone answer my phone with "School of Public Health Dean's office". I kid you not, that is how the assistant at the office answered my phone. I mean now that I think of it, she did not know who was calling, and she couldn't NOT pick up because it could be me. Once again I was happy about not having run out of my stash of lack.

Now this is where things started to get to me. I lost my school ID that same week. I left it at a front desk somewhere, ofcourse they kept it for me. But still, WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON WITH ME? 

Convinced yet that something is?

If not add this to your diagnosis, I lost my school ID again on Friday. I was actually at school yesterday, looking for it and I really think that this time :( it is gone for good. No one has turned it in and it does not have an address on it. Did I finally run out of luck? I'll find out Monday.

the other half

It's Friday night, and I'm trying really hard not to remember that because Friday nights always call for a celebration, and I try real hard not to miss the occasion. Tonight however, is going to be a working night. I woke up at 6:00 and went to bed at 12:00 (or later) everyday this week, yet I still managed to push over some of the day's work to the next day which had a sort of domino effect and led to the pile of reading I have to catch with now. I'm not really complaining, I love my work, and school. Maybe I'm complaining a little, just a tiny bit - about it being Friday. But I am doing this so I can go swim tomorrow, and sauna of course, and not just for fun this time, I caught a cold. I realized this a few minutes as I was watching the first episode of Grey's Anatomy, which was THE SHIT by the way. I had missed it so much. I wont lie, I even shed some tears at the end; not going to say why and ruin it for those of you who have not seen it yet. Although, I highly doubt anyone who is a fan had the time to read this and didn't see Grey's. Am I right? If you are shaking your head no then shame on you! How could you! Go and watch it NOW, and don't come back here until you do. Hehe kind of feel like a mommy saying that (dad's don't say things in such a demanding tone do they?) Another topic for another day.

So yea, I caught a cold, didn't have time to dry my hair this morning. This week has been bitter sweet. Got my first interview on Tuesday and my first rejection just now from Chicago Medical College. I would have loved to go there too, it looked like a great place to be. Oh well, can't get accepted everywhere, I knew that. I guess. 

Half a post

I was looking at my blog just now and found it kind annoying that I don't blog regularly. Most of the blogs I follow update me in a predictable way, and I prefer those to the ones that don't post for a week and then post everyday, then don't post for a month then post every hour (ehhh). You get the point right? Ok! So I will assume you prefer predictability and try to post every other day. On weekends however, nothing is guaranteed, so if you all just hope and pray real hard that I will be doing something extra fun every now and then, you might just see something up here. Win-Win huh? I get to have fun, and ya'll get to read. Ok it's starting to sound like I'm about to go on and on about how much of a confident writer I am, which is not the case. Infact, I started this blog so as to enable me to practice my writing skills. You see I love to read and write, and I love medicine. I didn't want to be an English major and take all those extra bio classes with Biology majors. So I make a choice. I became a Physiology and Neurobiology major in hopes of picking up an English minor. However, with the reccession, and my going to a state school. The English Department had just decided not to offer English minors anymore. So I practice wriring here. The end of the saddness.

Now, moving on to the fun stuff: my Meharry interview.
I already booked my flight (which cost me $320, who knew local flights would cost so much - I didn't). And now I am just hoping to hear back from the student host program at the school, so I can stay with one of the Medstudents. I will be getting there early Sunday morning (for a Monday morning interview, which I know sounds kind of ridiculous, but I saved nearly a hundred dollars by taking this earlier flight - doesn't sound so ridiculous now does it :) Anyway, I am SUPER EXCITED to be staying with the students and hopefully get to know the school even better.And that is all on that front, will update after the interview :) Keep me in your prayers.

But, BUT I do have something else very exciting - I graded a worksheet for my class yesterday. It was a weird experience...I want to say more, but I have to run to my 11 o'clock, will tell you all about it tonight, this is just half of today's post haha...(so i'm not breaking any rules :)

First Interview

Just got an Interview Invite to Meharry Med...soooo excited. God is Great! 

Back at the Coffee Bar

I don't mean to sound ungrateful because I am...grateful. Believe you me, when I was studying for the MCAT there were days when I didn't think I would get a good enough score to apply. Then, while I waited for my grades, I was certain that no matter what it came out to be, I would not take it again. Not anytime soon anyway, I was drained.  But then, I didn't have to re-take it, so I was definitely grateful. I gave myself a day to absorb the reality of my scores, and the following day started working on my secondaries. At first I was excited, because it was the BEST next step. But BUT, it was summer, and I didn't have a job, or wasn't taking classes, and yet I found myself in the library every day (I'm talking 9 - 5 people).  I have been going to my current school for two years before this summer and I spent so much of my time in the library. Mornings, afternoons, and weekends (last semester I can boldly say...every weekend). My point - that did not make me buddy-buddy with the librarians because I was just one student among the thousands they saw. This summer however they saw me when they opened the library doors and left me when their shifts were over (ok slight exaggeration here, but seriously, there was this one librarian who lived in the area where I lived and most days we took the same shuttle to school and back, I mean, he was getting paid to do that; I on the other hand was miserable and missing out on all the sun). It was painful. The secondaries came in at the same time, and were all very very costly, and demanding in the content of the essays they requested.

You should see my type this...I'm starting to relive the moments, so I'll stop and get to what I really wanted to whine about. 

It's September 19 and I still don't know if ALL that was for nothing. It was either for the greatest thing in the world, MEDSCHOOL, or for nothing, kind of like, Action Potentials...haha (this is not random, we have been talking about these things FOREVER in Cell Neurophys) - so action potentials, are these all or nothing events; which is what this is starting to feel like. After all the confidence of being a competitive applicant wore off (partially because I have forgotten what my profile looks like, and partially because all those other pre-meds that I should really be like, who applied the first day of June already know where they are going) it has left me feeling like I might just end up a Graded Potential, one that does not generate an Action Potential. so sooooo sooooooo SAD!

I should stop thinking of such things. It's monday morning: one of my favorite times of the week. On my way here I was thinking about how I would update you all with all the fun stuff I got into this weekend, like the trip I made to the potomac river (I know very vague, since that thing is huge and you see it where ever you go). I went to the site where you pass by nice fancy houses in potomac and where you can see the virginia people on the other side of the river (my efforts to clarify, hoping that you are nodding your head, "yea I know that place").

I really should look at names and labels. I'm one of those people that is completely oblivious to my surroundings, or maybe it's because I hate wearing my glasses. Anyway, that was exciting, I went there with a friend who photographs as a hobby, he even let me take some shots with his fancy complicated camera. Then I did some homework.

Sunday morning, after a hearty breakfast, I caught up with some weekly news and went for a swim/sauna - that took 3 hours.

Fun huh, told you my pre-med days were over. 

Will try and post some pictures sometime this week...I'm also handicapped when it comes to tech stuff, which is why my blog looks so dull. But please keep coming back for my posts. I'll learn how to make my page a bit more inviting.

Emnet

Procrastination

Let the procrastination begin.
So I've become the number one procrastinator there is. Sad thing really, since that was the one thing I always prided myself on not being. I mean, I get everything done a day early at least! I think I have some  kind of senior syndrome, there is not other possible explanation.

Here's the evidence:
Yesterday, I had the afternoon off. And you should see what's on my to do list for an afternoon off. I have organized my home works from the least time consuming to the most time consuming, so that by the time I get to that one very long assignment, I can feel so accomplished from all the little tasks I've completed, that I will be high with motivation and just keep on working.

That's what WAS supposed to happen. But what ACTUALLY happened is, I ended up half-assing my little tasks then sitting and starring at my screen asking myself if I should complete them or enjoy an hour of fun reading, then half ass the big tasks so that I will only need 15 minutes to finish and turn them in (the day they are due that is, SAD! I tell you, just SAD).

THIS IS ME...PROCRASTINATING: I don't want to believe that I am procrastinating so I touch on everything on my list, but don't really complete anything. SMART HUH!

Well that didn't happen either, as I sat there looking at my partially complete mini tasks and remembered something I forgot to add to my to-do list. I was supposed to search for scholarships for my spring break get away, because clearly, it would be really stupid for me, not even having traveled to God knows where for interviews to be spending money on a trip. So I started to do that. 5 minutes later and I was looking at a research internship with NIH. The one I found looked SO GOOD! I wanted to do it, correction, I want to do it. So then I spent the rest of my time reading about it, and thinking of all the people I know who have done it, and emailing them to get their opinion and junk like that. Clearly I need help deciding.

I have to talk to my councilor about it. Whom by the way, I conveniently ran into at the coffee shop just now as I was typing this, and all I have to do now is email him to remind him when we meet (putting that on my to-do list right now before I forget). 


Anyway, I will wait to see what he says, because my doing this internship would mean that I would take a year off before medical school, defer attendance if and when I get admitted, an idea that I toyed with for nearly a year before my MCAT's. Clearly I am still toying with it. While we're on the subject, it still bugs me that I have not received an email from even one school. I just keep telling myself "it's early," "soon." God help me.

let's not get sidetracked, the focus now is: procrastination- my reason for a busy weekend, and maybe another year before medical school (I can't believe I just typed that...really thinking about deleting it...not going to.)

The end.

Right my Wrongs

I dropped my jogging class.

I had a choice: I can either be unfit and happy, or tolerate miserable Wednesdays. Can you imagine how distressed I would be if I had to attend classes all morning, jog at 2:00PM, then shower, change and head directly to the class I TA, for two hours. I wont even have time to grab a decent lunch. To all of you out there shaking your head to my choice of "unfit and happy" know that these are legit reasons to drop a jogging class. They are! I am sure the students would appreciate my having a nice day too, since they are stuck with me for 2 hours.

Besides, I don't want to have to walk all the way from the gym to my class after a shower during the dreadful cold months that are soon to come. I could catch anything. Now I have 6 more hours added to my week. I celebrated this wonderful addition with a slice of pizza and a milkshake (also self treating PMS). I used up the first 3 hours today by logging into medschool websites to check the status of my application, complain with some other pre-meds on SDN about not receiving any interview invites and trying to figure out if I can afford to go away for spring break.

My pre-med life feels like it's over.
Everything is out of my hands now. It SUCKS nervously checking emails everyday hoping to hear back from schools, I wish I had applied the first day AMCAS opened up, because some of those early birds (the gunners) are hearing back.

Right my wrongs future pre - meds:
work out more
apply early
treat your PMS better - use natural sweet and salty - fruits and veggies( Good luck on that one hehe :)


xoxo

Here's one for Pre-meds

What a weekend!

There was nothing to do, yet it was exhausting. I could go on and on about how much I ate and drank at the New Years party yesterday but I'll do all of us a favor and say that it was a great celebration. Yes, the Ethiopian New Year is the same day as 9/11, a very troubling coincidence, but both days are "etched in stone" so to speak and just like you can not change what happened on September 11th, I highly doubt the Ethiopian Calendar will gain or loose a day and change the day of New Years. It's really weird, especially for those of us who live in the U.S and really appreciates what it means to live here. I mention this because when I told a friend that our new years was yesterday, he asked me why we had chosen to celebrate it on 9/11. (C'mon do ya really think we started to celebrate new years after that horrible day. NO! We did celebrated the year 2004, and not 10...so there's your proof)

So to all my Habesha readers: Happy 2004! (Please do not ask me why we are nearly 8 years behind...look it up, there's alot of different calendars out there :D)

That said, back to my Pre-med whining about not doing anything this weekend, and I mean nothing! ....Obviously not because I was busy, in fact I wanted so much to be busy, to read ahead for all my classes and sort of celebrate the Fall semester-Pre-med style (haha, more like geek style). But that didn't work out because I didn't have anything to do for my classes, nor was there anything really interesting in the books. I spent nearly two hours trying to keep busy, then I just gave up and started reading RAPT (that book I told you about in my last post), so far it proves to be engaging.

Anyway, this morning I woke up after 8 hours of sleep (haven't done that in a while) dehydrated and exhausted and went to school only to find that I really could have slept through my first class. C'mon people engage me :(

After lunch I had my first Mammalian Physiology Lab-lecture, now there's a class that knows how to engage me. 50 minutes in that class and I walked out thinking, I need to read. YES! YES! YES!

That made my day.
Then...I had my beginners jogging class, and oh my GOD! I was the only beginner in that class. I was jogging at a steady pace, but you should see the rest of the class, I saw them twice in each lap. I was contemplating dropping the class and signing up for yoga. Ofcourse I'm not going to. I don't give up, I'm not a quitter, I signed up so I can adopt a running habit and I'm going to see it through. (There's another Pre-med moment for you, this one was a very embarrassing one though. It's like asking what a cell is in Cellular Neurophysiology).

Ok, so enough whining, I'm about to go rock climbing for the first time EVER! Yay! me.
I'm really working on making fitness fun :)



Emnet

Happy Friday Night

It is a very happy friday night, I've been slowly draining a glass of Spanish Sangria for about 20 minutes now, and felt the need to update all of you out there who were distressed about my conflict with time. You'll be glad to know that we have REUNITED, it was all really romantic. The gift of time has allowed me to take a 2 hour nap, cook, eat, and lay in bed doing what I do best - read.

I also wanted to share an excitement I often find hard to contain: my finding of a good read. It's a book by Winifred Gallagher entitled Rapt. I have read the first few pages and found it very engaging, I simply can not wait to get my paws on it. I was reading a blog and stumbled upon a quote from that book:

Living the focused life is not about trying to feel happy all the time...rather, it's about treating your mind as you would a private garden, and being as careful as possible about what you introduce and allow to grow there.

Isn't it just catchy? I thought so too. So I looked up the review and my now very relaxed brain (thank you Sangria) tells me it would greatly appreciate Gallagher's contribution.

I have not forgotten about my secondaries, I sent two out this week, and have just two more left. Yay! me :) But everything on my to do list for the day has been crossed out so that I may enjoy my search for treasure in the largest man made garbage: the World Wide Web, and ofcourse I am now introducing my own garbage to that pile. If you can't beat em' join em'....(ending my entry with a cliche... clearly a sign that I should stop here and now). But to all of you out there who often find it hard to find a good book, here are some of the ones I read recently:

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers (It took me a while to finish this one)

Little Bee by Chris Cleave
The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down by Anne Fadiman
This Won't Hurt a Bit (and other white lies) by Michelle Au


Good night all

For the Love of Time

Time: a tricky little thing; so hard to get a hold of when you need it, and just as hard to get rid of when you have too much of it. You see, most of my life, a little bit of everyday has been dedicated to making time my friend. In my dedication, I try and make sure I can get a hold of it when I need it, and I know what to do with it when I have it, and we have been true to one another thus far. I use time wisely, focusing hard on tasks at hand, so that I may enjoy longer hours of sleep, reading blogs, and what not. So I would say we have a pretty stable relationship, time and I, which led me to believe that I had earned the love of time. Yes! The Love of Time.

However, I think my relationship with time has taken a wrong turn, or maybe, I did something to upset the balance, because I am not sure if it's on my side anymore :( You see, I'm still stuck on Tuesday (the date of my last post, when time was on my side and all was in harmony).  However I did dedicate my entire Friday morning to time. I sat in the coffee bar for nearly 3 hours and worked though my DayMinder (the actual name of my daily planner. NO! I did not name it, it came with :)...catchy phrase wouldn't you agree? it has it printed beautifully in golden on the top right corner, and it just swept me off my feet when I saw it on the shelves in the store).

Anyhow, I now know what I'll be doing for every minute of everyday (slight exaggeration here) from now until next Friday. My pledge to our never ending love, and I am hoping that time will come back to me....SOON.

If all goes well, I expect to catch you up on all of the whining I've been saving for this space. 

Gotta run to class now.

xoxo

Thou Shall Not Waste Thy Morning Coffee

My day started fairly early, woke up at 6:00 AM, thinking Damn You! long weekend, because clearly my body was still on vacation. Three and a half hours later I was sitting in the coffee shop in my school frustrated for not having finished even one of the secondaries I had told myself I would complete by this morning (but ofcourse I knew that when I decided to go to bed at 11:00PM yesterday). So I sat there furiously refreshing a webpage (for the writing center at my school, where I had scheduled to have my work reviewed) for the 100th time when I felt a light bulb go on in my head and it was mocking me too...this light bulb

light bulb: why don't you just call them Emnet!
me: Ofcourse
light bulb: how stupid
me: Oh Please! Shut up!

So I called them at 9:27, to cancel an appointment I made for 9:30. HA! I think I would have flipped out if I was that person who came in early that morning because of that appointment. But the lady who picked up was nice, in fact she made me feel like I was making unnecessary excuses when I explained that their webpage would not cooperate with me this morning. She simply said, oh it's been down since yesterday. DID I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE ANGRY? don't answer that, because I was (a bit, I think) because after I hung up I spent nearly 10 minutes just thinking about how much I appreciate error messages like:
 "Our Web Page is under construction please come back later" or "Just call us today instead" either one would have been perfect and saved me from a rather unpleasant start to an already rainy day after a long weekend.

Anyway, I calmed myself down and continued to work on my secondaries (thinking about having my second cup of coffee). Then grabbed my second cup of coffee and headed to class. 5 minutes into lecture and my coffee is KICKING IN nicely. I can hear the synapses in my brain (haha, I wish). But the class I was in was just like a review of 5 grade math, not exactly, but you know what I mean. I would go to so many places in my head only to come back and find that I did not miss a thing. Then I would plan the rest of my day and look up and oh my, still discussing x and y. ok! I'm really not the type that doesn't pay attention in class (if there is a type, then I'm the type that shows up and pays attention THE ENTIRE TIME). But today it was nearly impossible to do so.

However I did learn a few things during that lecture
1) If I ever do some serious research it will be in the science field, where I will more likely study causation and not correlation (correlation = boring )
2) I do not like introduction, atleast not nearly as much as I like to dig deep into a subject. (details = fun stuff)
3) No need for coffee on Tue and Thur mornings

Every lesson counts right (see my optimism, see, see...don't say I didn't warn you). Expect alot more venting too that is how you landed on this page right? (ALL 22 of you who have visited my page...once again, I hope I entertain you into coming back more often).

That said, I just got home, I'm starving so adios! ;)



Emnet

Deadlines...

..where would I be without you.

There's one I have to meet by the end of the day (4 secondaries must be sent out tomorrow regardless of how incomprehensible and nonsensical they sound).

Behold my initial reaction to labor day weekend:
no school on Monday! why? we just started!
Where's a long weekend when you need one, which would be later in the semester. But now I think like all good things, Labor day exists for a reason, a very important one at that...so that I may finish my secondaries and actually start to pay attention to my classes.

I think the only class I've enjoyed so far is Genetics, maybe because I know I wont receive a grade in that class but I think it's because Dr. xx (I'll call her that for now, she teaches genetics, and she's female - xx, get it. oki) makes it so much fun to attend. I remember this past Friday she was lecturing on chromosomes, and started to describe the different types. She said something like...now here we have the Y chromosome, this choromosome is an itsy bitsy little thing that determines the male sex. She then gave the class a teasing look, (it was sort of like a big wink)..then said..."insert joke here"

I thought it was hilarious...(nature is really humoring, all the chromosomes are in fairly the same size range, except for "Y"....hmmmm)
the class is filled with such entertaining moments....so it's kind of sad that we'll miss one on Monday.
Oh well, those secondaries are not going to do themselves.

But before I leave I just wanted to say thank you to all of you who have sent me a message and commented in support of my blog. I hope you will continue to visit my posts.

Naming this thing

Ok!I have been trying to come up with a name for this blog for the past hour. It might just be the last name for a blog out there, and yes! I found it.
So finally, here goes:

It's already September and I still have a few more of those grueling Med-School secondaries to send out, which means, interviews if and when I get any, will be coming in after November, Ahhhhhgh! (This blog is going to come in very handy)

Well it's a choice, and I've made mine, I'm going to medschool... it's only a matter of time.

I will post here what I come across on my journey to medschool and hopefully how much fun medschool is ;) along with all that other unplanned stuff life throws at me. I'm just setting up now, so this is all you'll get. But I've been looking forward to starting a blog for a while... :) this is all very exciting :)


Emnet