what's going on of late
My dream last night was that I had to leave for the Peace Corps in ten minutes, but I had not packed yet. So, in ten minutes I packed everything I would need in for two years and also got rid of all the animals I had acquired (in the dream I had fish, I have no animals in real life). Then I got on a plane to Poland to learn French so I could go to an African country, only no one would let me outside because I forgot to pack sunscreen in all the rush.
This dream is a sign of my excitement and a little bit of fear about my upcoming adventure. I am leaving in January, February, or March of 2008 for an as of yet unknown location. I want either Africa or Eastern Europe but mainly I just want to do something health related. I have one final exam and one paper left this semester. Then I have two summer sessions and will be all done with classes at the end of August. I am going to spend September through December just working at the hospital thinking about transfusions, ECMO and sickle cell disease and no going to school, which I look forward to. I am almost done with my medical stuff; I have to have my little tiny cavities filled next week then a new blood test the week after, then I should be all set.
I cannot believe I have eight months to go before I leave because it seems like no enough time and way too much time. I also have a lot of uncertainty about what to do when I get back after two years away. Well, first thing, I will graduate from GWU and then promptly try to forget that I ever decided to go to that school. I am certainly glad the school has a good reputation but I have yet to figure out why. The four or five really good classes are completely overshadowed by the terrible classes I have had on top of the less than enthusiastic administration whose sole job description (I am pretty sure) includes screwing over my particular class. But back before the GWU complaining tangent, yeah, what to do when I get back, which city to move to, I don’t know. But then again, it is three years away and who thinks that far into the future anyway. But I like to plan so I will think about it.
The Queen of England is coming to the hospital on Tuesday and everyone is aflutter with excitement. She is going to visit a playroom and then the research area, which is my department. However, only people who got a special invitation get to see/meet her. So for me this means just a day of not being about to use the elevators and not be able to go anywhere in the hospital but exciting nonetheless.
This dream is a sign of my excitement and a little bit of fear about my upcoming adventure. I am leaving in January, February, or March of 2008 for an as of yet unknown location. I want either Africa or Eastern Europe but mainly I just want to do something health related. I have one final exam and one paper left this semester. Then I have two summer sessions and will be all done with classes at the end of August. I am going to spend September through December just working at the hospital thinking about transfusions, ECMO and sickle cell disease and no going to school, which I look forward to. I am almost done with my medical stuff; I have to have my little tiny cavities filled next week then a new blood test the week after, then I should be all set.
I cannot believe I have eight months to go before I leave because it seems like no enough time and way too much time. I also have a lot of uncertainty about what to do when I get back after two years away. Well, first thing, I will graduate from GWU and then promptly try to forget that I ever decided to go to that school. I am certainly glad the school has a good reputation but I have yet to figure out why. The four or five really good classes are completely overshadowed by the terrible classes I have had on top of the less than enthusiastic administration whose sole job description (I am pretty sure) includes screwing over my particular class. But back before the GWU complaining tangent, yeah, what to do when I get back, which city to move to, I don’t know. But then again, it is three years away and who thinks that far into the future anyway. But I like to plan so I will think about it.
The Queen of England is coming to the hospital on Tuesday and everyone is aflutter with excitement. She is going to visit a playroom and then the research area, which is my department. However, only people who got a special invitation get to see/meet her. So for me this means just a day of not being about to use the elevators and not be able to go anywhere in the hospital but exciting nonetheless.