So, today I got boned.
So, today I had my Internal Medicine final. And I got totally boned. \o/ Seriously, the entire test was comparable to getting a Falcon Punch to the kidney, being thrown through the roof, all during a Fatality and a Flawless Victory. I didn't sleep all night, made it to the university before the sun rose in the sky, spent 5+ hours writing a medical chart that the jury didn't even read, and then getting so fucking nervous that I was annihilated in less than 5 questions.
But at least it's OVER.
To make up for the mind crippling disappointment, a couple of friends and I went to Burger King. \o/ I was wearing shoes designed by the Marquis de Sade, btw. Oh the agony. It's a good thing my Best Bro Forever has a car. It's a bad thing he parks it on the other side of the universe.
We went to Burger King, ate something best described as a "chicken sandwich", but was named something awesome like "The magical Chicken King" or something. Fries were good. And free refills are the best thing in the history of ever.
On the way back, we sang Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" VERY LOUDLY. I can't believe my BBF has it in his iPod. He's so gay. xD It was a major morale booster, though.
We made it (just barely) to another boring renal pathophysiology class. Then my dad picked me up to drive me home. Now, I had already told my mom about my suck-ass grade, and she reacted all: "BUTWHYDIDYOUGETNERVOUSJHFC" and I was all "Meh." However, my dad heard me out and was compassionate ("Well, 14's not a bad grade, all things considered") and this is coming from the same person who told me the following:
Dad: "You have to do your grad school studies abroad, so you need to be in the top 10 percent of your promotion."
Me: "I am in the top 10 percent."
Dad: "Did I say that? I meant the top 10."
So, what did I do after my dad says all this to me? I fucking bawled in front of him all the way back home. Because I just don't get it. I always do TERRIBLE during anal oral exams, because I get nervous, my mind fucks up on me, and I forget my own name; and I have no idea what I can do about it. My dad says I have to be more aggressive towards my teachers.
That reminded me of a classmate demonstrating how he holds up under pressure during exams:
(Warning: next part is slightly graphic)
Dude: "The McBurney point? Yeah, it's right HERE. *grabs crotch area* And you find it with your TONGUE."
So my dad wonders why I laughed my head off during that point.
Also, I start Surgery on monday. I thought I'd get a week off.
Apparently not. The FUCKERS.
But at least it's OVER.
To make up for the mind crippling disappointment, a couple of friends and I went to Burger King. \o/ I was wearing shoes designed by the Marquis de Sade, btw. Oh the agony. It's a good thing my Best Bro Forever has a car. It's a bad thing he parks it on the other side of the universe.
We went to Burger King, ate something best described as a "chicken sandwich", but was named something awesome like "The magical Chicken King" or something. Fries were good. And free refills are the best thing in the history of ever.
On the way back, we sang Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" VERY LOUDLY. I can't believe my BBF has it in his iPod. He's so gay. xD It was a major morale booster, though.
We made it (just barely) to another boring renal pathophysiology class. Then my dad picked me up to drive me home. Now, I had already told my mom about my suck-ass grade, and she reacted all: "BUTWHYDIDYOUGETNERVOUSJHFC" and I was all "Meh." However, my dad heard me out and was compassionate ("Well, 14's not a bad grade, all things considered") and this is coming from the same person who told me the following:
Dad: "You have to do your grad school studies abroad, so you need to be in the top 10 percent of your promotion."
Me: "I am in the top 10 percent."
Dad: "Did I say that? I meant the top 10."
So, what did I do after my dad says all this to me? I fucking bawled in front of him all the way back home. Because I just don't get it. I always do TERRIBLE during anal oral exams, because I get nervous, my mind fucks up on me, and I forget my own name; and I have no idea what I can do about it. My dad says I have to be more aggressive towards my teachers.
That reminded me of a classmate demonstrating how he holds up under pressure during exams:
(Warning: next part is slightly graphic)
Dude: "The McBurney point? Yeah, it's right HERE. *grabs crotch area* And you find it with your TONGUE."
So my dad wonders why I laughed my head off during that point.
Also, I start Surgery on monday. I thought I'd get a week off.
Apparently not. The FUCKERS.