Committing Art
Hell Week is over. Thankfully, I made an A on the physiology exam, which secured my A for the class. This is great, because if I had relied on the Shelf Exam to raise my grade, I would have been disappointed. It's funny: 4 modules of physiology and in that cumulative, national exam, I didn't know anything. I feel like I'm in remedial med school sometimes. This probably doesn't bode well for my future competence as a doctor.
Which means I need to step it up on my own.
Immediately after the physiology exam, a huge group of our class played Ultimate. It was fantastic. After a week of non-stop tests and studying everyone was so spastic. But better, everyone had a lot of energy. Half of the people left after about an hour, but the core group played for another. Hard running for two hours. Joy. I was actually sore the next morning and could barely sleep that night (or last night), which is an indicator for how good of a workout that was.
One of the greatest moments, though, was the other team telling their girl player that, when I tried to intercept or block the frisbee, to punch me in the ovaries. It was a continuous piece of advice they gave her and my team eventually heard it and, between punts, told me, "You know, they're telling her to punch you in the ovaries," to which I replied, "Yeah, but see, I have two of 'em so good luck with that."
Then, I went home and was able to nap an hour before meeting up with three people for Happy Hour in which I didn't drink, had an excellent time, and even, when the topic came up, came out as an ace. It was definitely one of the best days I've ever had.
Despite (or maybe because of) how sore I am, I'm going to go blading today before our 4pm Ultimate practice. I'll probably regret it.
Oh, and the Sherlock fic? It's been temporarily replaced by a poster I've been drawing. I haven't drawn anything in ages (or, indeed, done anything really creative). I started yesterday and I'm probably about an hour away from finishing. And, as always, I'm not sure as to the quality of it, but it was certainly fun to make. The only problem with it is that, if a casual observer were to see it, they would probably think I'm suicidal or, at the very least, that it's some sort of cry for help.
But I most definitely am not. Life is way too good.
I'm also rereading The Fear Institute. Howard's writing always surprises me, especially after not touching his stuff for months. It's so clever.
The worse part about the end of a module is that I have to find a new television show to keep up my trend. Usually, this isn't a bad thing at all, but finding something to replace Sherlock, which is the epitome of perfection, is really difficult. I think I've decided on Dr Who because it's cracky and makes no attempts at being the masterpiece that Sherlock is, so I won't feel disappointed by failure to measure up to it. Also, I think I'm going to go back to watching episodes in a completely random order.
I watched two episodes last night, I while I love the concept, I don't really like science fiction, and I don't see myself getting absorbed in fandom.
Which means I need to step it up on my own.
Immediately after the physiology exam, a huge group of our class played Ultimate. It was fantastic. After a week of non-stop tests and studying everyone was so spastic. But better, everyone had a lot of energy. Half of the people left after about an hour, but the core group played for another. Hard running for two hours. Joy. I was actually sore the next morning and could barely sleep that night (or last night), which is an indicator for how good of a workout that was.
One of the greatest moments, though, was the other team telling their girl player that, when I tried to intercept or block the frisbee, to punch me in the ovaries. It was a continuous piece of advice they gave her and my team eventually heard it and, between punts, told me, "You know, they're telling her to punch you in the ovaries," to which I replied, "Yeah, but see, I have two of 'em so good luck with that."
Then, I went home and was able to nap an hour before meeting up with three people for Happy Hour in which I didn't drink, had an excellent time, and even, when the topic came up, came out as an ace. It was definitely one of the best days I've ever had.
Despite (or maybe because of) how sore I am, I'm going to go blading today before our 4pm Ultimate practice. I'll probably regret it.
Oh, and the Sherlock fic? It's been temporarily replaced by a poster I've been drawing. I haven't drawn anything in ages (or, indeed, done anything really creative). I started yesterday and I'm probably about an hour away from finishing. And, as always, I'm not sure as to the quality of it, but it was certainly fun to make. The only problem with it is that, if a casual observer were to see it, they would probably think I'm suicidal or, at the very least, that it's some sort of cry for help.
But I most definitely am not. Life is way too good.
I'm also rereading The Fear Institute. Howard's writing always surprises me, especially after not touching his stuff for months. It's so clever.
The worse part about the end of a module is that I have to find a new television show to keep up my trend. Usually, this isn't a bad thing at all, but finding something to replace Sherlock, which is the epitome of perfection, is really difficult. I think I've decided on Dr Who because it's cracky and makes no attempts at being the masterpiece that Sherlock is, so I won't feel disappointed by failure to measure up to it. Also, I think I'm going to go back to watching episodes in a completely random order.
I watched two episodes last night, I while I love the concept, I don't really like science fiction, and I don't see myself getting absorbed in fandom.