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unproductive weekend
I think I've hit my usual 3/4 slump. I look at my calendar and see 35 days left, and any thought of studying completely flies out of my head. It's not a purposeful thing, just lack of motivation; really weird when you think of it - 4 week from finals is when you'd expect the most enthusiasm for this sort of thing.
But nope - as far as this weekend goes, I'm a med student failure. The plan was to go to the orphan art sale friday, get to bed at a reasonable hour, study sat, study sun, and finish up the weekend with a delicious mac n' cheese dinner, reasonably confident in my abilities with respect to physio and neuro, immuno pending. Instead, I went to the orphan art sale (got outbid on all my paintings! Boo, but some people are willing to pay a ridiculous amount for paint smeared on canvus by an orphan. I'm not one of them.), and drank far too much wine (they had a lot of varieties), then took my wine over to the dodgeball tournament, where I ran into M, S, S and A. And of course, you can't just up and leave in the middle of something as entertaining as a dodgeball tournament, so we all stayed until the end.
Then, of course, M recalled that we were overdue on our promised Obama shots, so we all trooped over to his place where we dutifully created and then comsumed a number of Obama-shots (triple sec, gin, and orange juice. Delicious, in honour of his taking florida). And, well, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew, it was 1:30am (hey, that's late for me! I get up early) and A had arrived, looking for advice for his girl troubles and I had no buses available to take me home. So A (other A) and S gallantly agreed to walk me home and fight off any potential rapists (there weren't any, but there could have been).
And then I slept till noon and woke up painfully hungover. Needless to say, not much got accomplished on saturday, though i did get out to a delicious dinner at True Blue Inn - grilled marlin, milkshake and live music really does do a body good.
At least today I did manage to get up early and study on campus, so the weekend wasn't entirely a catastrophe. I now feel moderately knowledgeable about neuro (even if I still don't know what's going on in the cerebellum), fairly ok with immuno, and decent with physio provided no one asks me anything about any of the graphs. Delicious mac n' cheese is still on the menu when i gt back from my run.
But nope - as far as this weekend goes, I'm a med student failure. The plan was to go to the orphan art sale friday, get to bed at a reasonable hour, study sat, study sun, and finish up the weekend with a delicious mac n' cheese dinner, reasonably confident in my abilities with respect to physio and neuro, immuno pending. Instead, I went to the orphan art sale (got outbid on all my paintings! Boo, but some people are willing to pay a ridiculous amount for paint smeared on canvus by an orphan. I'm not one of them.), and drank far too much wine (they had a lot of varieties), then took my wine over to the dodgeball tournament, where I ran into M, S, S and A. And of course, you can't just up and leave in the middle of something as entertaining as a dodgeball tournament, so we all stayed until the end.
Then, of course, M recalled that we were overdue on our promised Obama shots, so we all trooped over to his place where we dutifully created and then comsumed a number of Obama-shots (triple sec, gin, and orange juice. Delicious, in honour of his taking florida). And, well, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew, it was 1:30am (hey, that's late for me! I get up early) and A had arrived, looking for advice for his girl troubles and I had no buses available to take me home. So A (other A) and S gallantly agreed to walk me home and fight off any potential rapists (there weren't any, but there could have been).
And then I slept till noon and woke up painfully hungover. Needless to say, not much got accomplished on saturday, though i did get out to a delicious dinner at True Blue Inn - grilled marlin, milkshake and live music really does do a body good.
At least today I did manage to get up early and study on campus, so the weekend wasn't entirely a catastrophe. I now feel moderately knowledgeable about neuro (even if I still don't know what's going on in the cerebellum), fairly ok with immuno, and decent with physio provided no one asks me anything about any of the graphs. Delicious mac n' cheese is still on the menu when i gt back from my run.
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