Masseur
I feel like I never have time to (a) do my laundry, (b) go grocery shopping, (c) write this blog, or (d) exercise.
Obviously I need to be doing all of those things. I guess (a), (b) and (d) are really more important than this one, but blogging requires the least amount of effort.
I was one point away from getting honors in anatomy. I ended up with "high pass" (failing is 0-69%, pass is 70-86%, high pass is 87-90%, honors is 91-100%). Last night I dreamed that my anatomy instructor tracked me down on the street to tell me that my lab practical was graded incorrectly and that I actually got a 91% instead of a 90%. I woke up feeling so happy, and then I realized that it was Sunday, that I had about ten hours of schoolwork to do, and that my lab practical was correctly graded (as far as I know, anyway).
I can be somewhat ridiculous when it comes to grades. I realize this.
I managed to do my laundry today. And I studied for eight hours. And I went to the corner market to buy junk food and cereal. And more junk food.
Then there's personal family drama which I won't go into since 60% of the ten people who read this blog are deeply involved and already know what's happening. I'll fill the other four of you in later.
Drew's giving me a really awesome back massage right now. Here's a photo:
Good night.
Obviously I need to be doing all of those things. I guess (a), (b) and (d) are really more important than this one, but blogging requires the least amount of effort.
I was one point away from getting honors in anatomy. I ended up with "high pass" (failing is 0-69%, pass is 70-86%, high pass is 87-90%, honors is 91-100%). Last night I dreamed that my anatomy instructor tracked me down on the street to tell me that my lab practical was graded incorrectly and that I actually got a 91% instead of a 90%. I woke up feeling so happy, and then I realized that it was Sunday, that I had about ten hours of schoolwork to do, and that my lab practical was correctly graded (as far as I know, anyway).
I can be somewhat ridiculous when it comes to grades. I realize this.
I managed to do my laundry today. And I studied for eight hours. And I went to the corner market to buy junk food and cereal. And more junk food.
Then there's personal family drama which I won't go into since 60% of the ten people who read this blog are deeply involved and already know what's happening. I'll fill the other four of you in later.
Drew's giving me a really awesome back massage right now. Here's a photo:
Good night.
Labels: Drew, Medical School
1 Comments:
Well, not ALL of us know what is going on in the family drama. Some of us are being left out of the conversation!
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