Oh Life, So tonight was wonderfulness, I hung out with Jenny, Erin, Megan and for a little while Jackie, in The Brook. It was good to color, and catch up.

On the way across the bridge returning home, Jenny and i decided it would be a good idea to test my pepper psray over the edge of the bridge, and we assesed the wind situation, and didn't find any. However, I definitly inhaled some, and gave my lungs a nice cleaning. But hey, it definitly works.

I saw stars tonight! I even saw the big dipper! I love stars!

I think I'm going to be emo today. I have a good start, I'm sitting in the dark writing in my blog. I just need to get my hair greasier and more in my face. Though I'm not sure it counts as much if you're listening to David Crowder Band?

So I've deduced that I've been getting hit in the face with life on average twice a week for the past month. I'm thinking about changing my major to Genetics and Cell Development, with a double major in Physiology. Though there is an evolution, ecology, and biology requirement for GCD, and I might just stick with microbio and do the physiology major as well. I got my O Chem score back, and it's not great, but I don't know what it means, I have no idea what kind of grading scale my professor is using. Seriously the only thing she told us about the test was which room we were taking it in. I don't know if it's graded on a curve, or if it's straight points? (Straight points would be insane for an O Chem class, I doubt more than half the class would pass.) We do get to drop one test, so that's some consolation, but I really didn't want it to have to be this test. Like I said before, life is getting in the way of my education.

"All the people in my math class are so stupid, they just need to quit and go back to Calc 4!" ~Jenny
Sometimes I feel pretty stupid here, but that's ok, it makes me work harder.

Ah, don't you love it when life hits you in the face?

Life is getting in the way of my education.

O, man. Have you ever had a dream and woken up and been like, woah that one was God trying to tell me something? I most definitly just had one of those. It was so bizarre.

I was at an amusement park by myself, and I was riding the wild thing, and as we went down the last slope I grabbed the arms of the guy next to me, who was probably in his 60’s or 70’s. He laughed it off and said that it was just fine, then when we were about to get off the ride this man, who obviously had alzheimers or dementia or something, and I were talking. In the middle of this another man came up to me who was a little bit older than me, and definitely a strong guy. He started making advances, so I kept pushing him away, and when I tried to stand up he pulled me back to my seat, and finally he released me, and I gingerly asked this old man if we should go find his wife, who was with the tour group they had come with. He responded that no it was alright, there weren’t enough seats on the bus anyway. I insisted that we get him back with the tour group, but since I wasn’t there with anyone I had some time to kill.

So as we left the building the wild thing was in, the guy who had been making advances just sat and glared at us as we left, Once outside the man turned into a fawn, who I was leading to get some lunch in the “dining area” or sorts, which looked a lot more like a greenhouse becasue this was the next scheduled activity for his tour group. Before we could get into the Greenhouse though we had to pass by the heads of two fawns, which he stopped and pawed at one, and once he had seen the second one, he and the heads turned into lions. He became angry, because the second head had killed the first, and I was very frightened then, though not really of him, ut of what he was capable of. That’s when I woke up.

It was so intense, I feel like taking another nap to sleep it off. But alas, O Chem beckons, two days and counting until my first exam. frightening!

Confused enough to know direction
The sun eclipsed enough to shine
Be still enough to finally tremble
And see enough to know I'm blind
~Jars of Clay "Faith Enough"

So I've been reading about book about the whole pre-med through residency process, and I am going to have no money for approximately 8 years. I was looking at MCAT prep books today in the bookstore, and the cheepest one was $40, and most comprehensive was $80. My estimate is that the MCAT alone is going to cost between $400-$3000 dollars. The actual prep courses are $1000 to $3000. That's jsut the MCAT not including the application fee's I have to pay for each med school I apply to, the travel expenses for interviews, and the therapy once this is all done with.

And this may be why my dad says I can be an expensive child. Oh well, I'l be able to take care of them when they get old I guess. It all balances out right?

Life is expensive.

Oh Life.

For the past two days the hot water in our apartment hasn't technically been out, but it hasn't been very warm either, it's more like lukewarm water. I took a shower in it yesterday and almost died of hypothermia before I left for class, so didn't make that mistake again today, but i'm not so much clean today. Ah well.

Yesterday, I was walking acrossed the bridge to my calc lecture, and there was a solid line of flour from one end of the bridge to the other, not quite in the middle of the walking part, but pretty close. My first reaction when I saw it was kind of a whoah and I back at camp,becasue we use flour as boundary lines many times. So as i'm walking by this line my brain runs with this thought, and I'm imagining 50,000 person capture the flag, using both the Minneapolis and St. Paul campus, how insanely awesome would that be?

Ordered groceries again last night, it's a sweet deal. Volunteering at Children's again this afternoon. I've been feeling very mortal the past couple of weeks, but it's not really unnerving, I kind of knew it already, it's just come out of the corner of my brain for the time being. I'm just amazed at how much my body has been able to do for me. Twenty years ago I would not be in school now, and certainly would not be able to study micro bio or hope to go to med school. If I can stay healthy for two more months I might be able to get life insurance. That's a very reassuring thought.

Anyway, time for class. Mmmm calculus.

Alright, so life is once again moving. Classes have started, this is my fourth day now. I am so happy with my schedule, I don't have that much class time, a lot of outside work granted, but that's easier on me that class time. Both my Calc TA and Professor are capable math teachers, I never thought I'd get both at once, and they speak english for the most part. My History of Medicine teacher is funny, and a pretty good lecturer, so I think that class should be pretty interesting, Health Advocate class is going to be super easy, as is Nutrition. OChem is a little more concerning, I'm not sure about our lecturer, but some far the stuff we're reviewing is stuff I didn't have that much trouble with in gen chem, so yey.

I had my frist day back at Children's yesterday, and I have a slot on thursdays where I can go during the day, which is a lot better option. I felt so much safer on the way there and back, and wasn't worried about getting mugged the whole time. Plus, I get to be there when they're doing the wishing well show which is an ineractive closed circuit show where the patients can all in and answer questions, or yesterday we played bingo and you could call in if you got a Bingo, and then once the show was over, if you won something the host comes around to the rooms and distributes prizes. I was working with a little boy yesterday, and he got to call in 3 times, he was so excited, and then we played a basketball video game, wich was really hard for a video game, I couldn't figure it out.

Anywho, I'm off to Calc lecture, woot woot.

Sad story

So my window faces the entrance of my building, and not going to lie sometimes I people watch from it. So today I was sitting at my computer, and I heard a crash outside my window. And I'm bored, so I'm going to go look. There's a guy standing out halfway to the door with a futon, and a box of kitchen supplies that had tipped off of it. Most of the things that had fallen out were fine, but the glass part of his blender shattered. I felt so bad for this poor guy, I was actually considering going down to help him. You know he's standing there feeling like a moron for tipping his box over, he's sad because now he has to buy a new blender, and frusterated, because he's trying to move in the day before classes, and life is not going his way. However, CA Mike from my floor came out with a cart, and helped him get all of his stuff safely to his room.
And that's Monday.