It was a bit of a rough ending for me. I studied very hard for that test, but apparently didn't study 1 of the 3 sections as hard as I should have and ended up with a solid, good score. But not the score that I wanted. It's probably for the best, because I've spent the past five days trying to figure out what I can do to improve things. I'm not going to take the summer off completely. That probably wasn't ever a good idea, really. I should keep feeding my interest in medicine, keep reviewing things... it doesn't have to be intense or anything, but I should just keep it in the background.

None of that probably makes any sense to you.

Drew and I are leaving for Greece in 4 hours and 41 minutes. Ten days on Mykonos. I have to finish getting ready now. I'll write more when we get back. I'm so excited to relax in a warm place by a pool with my boyfriend.

 

It's not my fault that all my blog posts are about me being freaked out about some test.

I'm in med school. I'm always freaked out over some test.

And right now I'm. Freaking. Out.

Do you want to hear about that? Do I want to re-read this post years from now? Probably not.

I'M IN A PANIC. I have 1, 2, 3, 4... ugh, 5 lectures to cover and it's almost 6:00.

I have around 500 flashcards. 5-0-0. All I'm doing tomorrow is flashcards flashcards flashcards.

Yesterday I studied for eleven hours. I'm not sure if I've written about this before, but I time how long I study. I have a stopwatch and every time I get up to pee I stop it. If Drew comes and asks me a question I stop it. That way I can't lie to myself about how much procrastinating I've done. I started at 7:00am and ended at 11:00pm. That's 16 hours, meaning I took five hours-worth of breaks. But that's fine. It's required. I mean, I had to eat. And once you get into 4 or 5 straight hours of studying your retention level starts to fall and it all becomes pointless.

Today I've been more relaxed. I'm hoping to make it to 10 hours. That should leave me enough energy to put in a record-breaking 12, 13-hour day tomorrow.

What else is there to do, anyway? Watch Hillary go down the tubes? I really hope she doesn't concede tomorrow. I really hope to God he picks her as his vice president (though I'm 100% sure he won't).

My exam is in a little over 38 hours. I probably won't write again before then. I know you're bummed, because this entry was so damn riveting.