Halfway There . . .
I fell asleep studying again last night. Actually I'm not quite sure how I did it. Last I remember was moving to the futon to stop from schlumping over my desk listening to taped lecture of a microbiologist who believes we will have stylus for fingers in 2000 years, then waking up at 5:30 am. Somehow I was laying down on top of several books on Microbiology, boxes and notebooks. The only thing I am really glad for is that I turned and used the bound lecture notes as a pillow, or it would have been very uncomfortable riding the rail to school with a permanent coil binding imprinted diagonally across my face and neck. The hair covers the ones on the back of my head. I guess this is better than the time I literally face planted on my book and the only reason I am still alive is because my nose luckily fell in the crack in the middle of the book, allowing me to breathe.
It's sad that I started taking energy pills and two canteens of coffee for my days at medical school. Medical school has turned me into a druggie. I have had my hands shake so hard that I could barely bubble in my scantrons, but I was able to stay alert for the entire test. It's my way of keeping my brain from going, "Oh look! A hopeless situation, time to take a nap and see if it disappears when I wake up again." My cubicle buddy next to me has become addicted to Mountain Dew for the caffeine content. That and pharmacutical drugs. I'll be saving mine for Neuro tomorrow. Seriously, that test scares me more than Micro.
The main thing I am looking forward to is the party this Friday night. You want to know why medical students party so much? It's a genius of evolution really. Because of the burden of our studies and the stress of test, med students started binge drinking alcohol at the end of each just to relax. That and the combination of complete intoxication and exhaustion will make sure that we will crash in a drunken stupor and hopefully sleep through our caffiene withdrawal. If that doesn't break the pattern of insomnia that was in practice 2 to 4 weeks before the test week, two pills of tylenol pm's and several nightcaps of tequila or xima or some other strong drink will help.
I better get good pay when I become an MD. I destroy my brain cells, kill my health, and become extremely neurotic just so I can help your health and your offspring in the future. What about wanting to help the public? Yeah, that was destroyed by my school employing the idiot coordinator that is in charge of that class.
It's sad that I started taking energy pills and two canteens of coffee for my days at medical school. Medical school has turned me into a druggie. I have had my hands shake so hard that I could barely bubble in my scantrons, but I was able to stay alert for the entire test. It's my way of keeping my brain from going, "Oh look! A hopeless situation, time to take a nap and see if it disappears when I wake up again." My cubicle buddy next to me has become addicted to Mountain Dew for the caffeine content. That and pharmacutical drugs. I'll be saving mine for Neuro tomorrow. Seriously, that test scares me more than Micro.
The main thing I am looking forward to is the party this Friday night. You want to know why medical students party so much? It's a genius of evolution really. Because of the burden of our studies and the stress of test, med students started binge drinking alcohol at the end of each just to relax. That and the combination of complete intoxication and exhaustion will make sure that we will crash in a drunken stupor and hopefully sleep through our caffiene withdrawal. If that doesn't break the pattern of insomnia that was in practice 2 to 4 weeks before the test week, two pills of tylenol pm's and several nightcaps of tequila or xima or some other strong drink will help.
I better get good pay when I become an MD. I destroy my brain cells, kill my health, and become extremely neurotic just so I can help your health and your offspring in the future. What about wanting to help the public? Yeah, that was destroyed by my school employing the idiot coordinator that is in charge of that class.