*Hyatts*
So. Incredibly. Fucking. Tired.
I've been managing to survive on small amounts of food and sleep over the past two weeks. My new strategy is working itself out to be "med student life" during the week and crashing on the weekends. So far, it's working out relatively well.
Unfortunately for me, I still have two more books to buy and no money with which to purchase them. I just went to the bookstore and they told me that I'm on the list for Financial Aid, but there's no money there for me. WTF, bookstore?!? What did I ever do to you?
Eh. If my pace was any less hellish than it is right now, I'd be quite dissatisfied with myself- I'd feel like I wasn't doing anything productive. If I'm not headed for a burnout I feel absolutely useless. Thinking about it, that's probably not a good life pattern to have.
Criminalistics class is pretty intense in particular. My other classes are work-intensive, but you expect them to be. The first day of criminalistics, it was standing room only. Now it's down to ten people. To those dropouts I say "Ha ha. Not as easy as it looks on TV, is it?" *thumbs nose*
The thing that makes it surreal is the police humor. My professor ran the Syracuse Crime Lab for fifteen years or something like that, and the first thing he teaches us isn't respect for the victim or any of that stuff that Grissom is always waxing poetic on. He's just like, look. We make jokes about this shit because that's the only way to handle it. Don't ever let the press hear you, or the victim-people.
Example: Picture on the screen is of a woman with her head bashed in. So gruesomely bashed in that her eyeball has shifted into her skull. One of the guys at the scene said something along the lines of, "Wow! She had great insight." And they all laughed for five minutes. Mom told me about police/hospital/trauma humor, but this is the first time I've come across it in a "real" context. It's odd.
I can't wait for the jokes about the guy who got run over by the steam roller.
I've been managing to survive on small amounts of food and sleep over the past two weeks. My new strategy is working itself out to be "med student life" during the week and crashing on the weekends. So far, it's working out relatively well.
Unfortunately for me, I still have two more books to buy and no money with which to purchase them. I just went to the bookstore and they told me that I'm on the list for Financial Aid, but there's no money there for me. WTF, bookstore?!? What did I ever do to you?
Eh. If my pace was any less hellish than it is right now, I'd be quite dissatisfied with myself- I'd feel like I wasn't doing anything productive. If I'm not headed for a burnout I feel absolutely useless. Thinking about it, that's probably not a good life pattern to have.
Criminalistics class is pretty intense in particular. My other classes are work-intensive, but you expect them to be. The first day of criminalistics, it was standing room only. Now it's down to ten people. To those dropouts I say "Ha ha. Not as easy as it looks on TV, is it?" *thumbs nose*
The thing that makes it surreal is the police humor. My professor ran the Syracuse Crime Lab for fifteen years or something like that, and the first thing he teaches us isn't respect for the victim or any of that stuff that Grissom is always waxing poetic on. He's just like, look. We make jokes about this shit because that's the only way to handle it. Don't ever let the press hear you, or the victim-people.
Example: Picture on the screen is of a woman with her head bashed in. So gruesomely bashed in that her eyeball has shifted into her skull. One of the guys at the scene said something along the lines of, "Wow! She had great insight." And they all laughed for five minutes. Mom told me about police/hospital/trauma humor, but this is the first time I've come across it in a "real" context. It's odd.
I can't wait for the jokes about the guy who got run over by the steam roller.