last day/first day
i just got home from my last analysis appointment. my (former) analyst always corrects me when i say that: "it's not technically analysis since i am not yet a certified analyst." but her phrasing ("treatment"/"in treatment"/"being treated") sounds less highfalutin and more ominous.
it wasn't the easiest breakup ever. lots of staring at the floor and "tell-me-what-you're-thinking"s. but unlike my last boyfriend, she accepted my excuse ("i don't have time for you anymore") fairly well.
today was my first day of school. it went surprisingly well. i'm excited about both of my classes and the other people in my postbacc program seem pretty damn friendly and approachable. i only had one slightly embarrassing moment. i was in line at the bookstore carrying what turned out to be $399 worth of textbooks when i turned my head to the right and promptly smacked my forehead on the corner of a bookshelf. i jerked back so fast and made what i'm sure was an awfully sour face... and then i just kind of stood there and tried to act like it hadn't happened. i was wet from the rain and not feeling cute and now i had confirmed to myself and everyone around me that i'm clumsy and awkward.
and i thought to myself "you're a premed student." grace and beauty not required.
it's nice to be back in geekville. my classes were full of them. there were two cute girls in my chemistry class, and i immediately (and perhaps unfairly) pegged them as droppers. really pretty people just can't cut it in these classes. you can be attractive, but you can't be well-coiffed, groomed and dressed. you just don't have time.
it wasn't the easiest breakup ever. lots of staring at the floor and "tell-me-what-you're-thinking"s. but unlike my last boyfriend, she accepted my excuse ("i don't have time for you anymore") fairly well.
today was my first day of school. it went surprisingly well. i'm excited about both of my classes and the other people in my postbacc program seem pretty damn friendly and approachable. i only had one slightly embarrassing moment. i was in line at the bookstore carrying what turned out to be $399 worth of textbooks when i turned my head to the right and promptly smacked my forehead on the corner of a bookshelf. i jerked back so fast and made what i'm sure was an awfully sour face... and then i just kind of stood there and tried to act like it hadn't happened. i was wet from the rain and not feeling cute and now i had confirmed to myself and everyone around me that i'm clumsy and awkward.
and i thought to myself "you're a premed student." grace and beauty not required.
it's nice to be back in geekville. my classes were full of them. there were two cute girls in my chemistry class, and i immediately (and perhaps unfairly) pegged them as droppers. really pretty people just can't cut it in these classes. you can be attractive, but you can't be well-coiffed, groomed and dressed. you just don't have time.
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