Monticello
I finished neuroanatomy. Minimal pain, although I wish the final had been harder so that I could have distinguished myself a bit more. I put a lot of work into those last two weeks and I'm afraid that the final on Friday didn't really reflect that. Whatever happens, gradewise, I'll have to be okay with, though. I really didn't start studying, really studying, until halfway through week #2 and you just can't do that in these classes and expect to get honors. I think I'll get high pass, though, and that will be fanTAStic.
But I'm moving on. We started a 5-week block today that's an intro to pharmacology, immunology and pathology. Today's lectures were, thank God, just a very basic introduction with no real testable information. So I'm not behind yet, despite not having done any work today.
Drew took me to Monticello after the exam. We drove down to Charlottesville Saturday morning and spent the night, toured Jefferson's house Sunday morning and then drove back.
I am a complete Jefferson devotee now. There aren't a lot of things in life I'm unashamedly enthusiastic about, but stuff like this definitely does it. That house is amazing: the setting, the light, the idiosyncratic touches... and just the overall sense that it reflected the mind of the person who lived there. That inspired me. I want a home like that. Or, rather, I want a life that's big enough to support that kind of display. I could go on and on about the house and the gardens and the things we learned, but I did that most of the day today to whoever would listen so I'll spare you. But it was a pretty great weekend.
Last night when we got back Drew was in a bit of a funk so we walked down to get cheesesteaks for dinner. On our way there and back we had a total of three people call us faggots. Specifically, the comments were....
"Faggots take it up the ass!" -- yelled from a drunk girl hanging out of the passenger side of a passing car.
"These faggots just walk around the city" -- some guy.
"Faggots." -- some other guy.
Drew was upset. I didn't react to his reaction very well. I was basically like "Suck it up and get over it." I mean, we are faggots. And we do just walk around the city. And that first statement is also factually correct. And these people are clearly not the brightest, so I think we should just ignore it. I should have been more sensitive, but it just makes me really angry and I don't want us to allow that kind of stuff to upset us. Ugh. Stupid people.
But I'm moving on. We started a 5-week block today that's an intro to pharmacology, immunology and pathology. Today's lectures were, thank God, just a very basic introduction with no real testable information. So I'm not behind yet, despite not having done any work today.
Drew took me to Monticello after the exam. We drove down to Charlottesville Saturday morning and spent the night, toured Jefferson's house Sunday morning and then drove back.
I am a complete Jefferson devotee now. There aren't a lot of things in life I'm unashamedly enthusiastic about, but stuff like this definitely does it. That house is amazing: the setting, the light, the idiosyncratic touches... and just the overall sense that it reflected the mind of the person who lived there. That inspired me. I want a home like that. Or, rather, I want a life that's big enough to support that kind of display. I could go on and on about the house and the gardens and the things we learned, but I did that most of the day today to whoever would listen so I'll spare you. But it was a pretty great weekend.
Last night when we got back Drew was in a bit of a funk so we walked down to get cheesesteaks for dinner. On our way there and back we had a total of three people call us faggots. Specifically, the comments were....
"Faggots take it up the ass!" -- yelled from a drunk girl hanging out of the passenger side of a passing car.
"These faggots just walk around the city" -- some guy.
"Faggots." -- some other guy.
Drew was upset. I didn't react to his reaction very well. I was basically like "Suck it up and get over it." I mean, we are faggots. And we do just walk around the city. And that first statement is also factually correct. And these people are clearly not the brightest, so I think we should just ignore it. I should have been more sensitive, but it just makes me really angry and I don't want us to allow that kind of stuff to upset us. Ugh. Stupid people.
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