I have a few moments between classes and I actually brought my laptop with me so I thought id type on this for a few. Im supposed to be in Cell Bio right now but apparently my professor did not know how to fix the projector screen and the university tech center couldnt help (??) Soooo, he dismissed us.
The first class I had today was Organic Chem. What a lovely class to go to first thing in the morning, huh? 8AM, bright and early. I shouldnt complain though because Im the one thats had Physics and Anatomy at 6:45AM. :P
My next class is Neuroscience. I'm especially nervous -no pun intended - about this. #1) English is this professors 14th language and I've had him before - I'm well aware of this highly butchered accent. #2) It's neuroscience. It's hard. It sounds hard. It is hard. #3) See #2.
After neuroscience I have Physics II. Thats four classes in one day. Shoot me. What I would give to take ENC 1101 again.... Thats pretty much all that is on my agenda today. I'm going to go ahead and buy my books today and get started.
Oh good news!! So I had asked my bf about finding a DO that I could shadow. He came through and gave me the name of a DO Neurologist. He's going to contact the Dr first and give him a heads up that I'll be sending him an email sometime this week. That should be exciting :) I'll be perfectly honest though, between shadowing an MD, a DO, AND doing my research I have no idea when on Earth I'll have time for anything else. But thats ok. As long as I have time to study, I'll be fine. I"m not going to make the same mistake I made last semester... I took my time for granted. Yes, I did bust my ass, but I didnt bust it enough. I have to work 15 times as hard as the next person just to keep my head above water. Yes I could have stayed in NYC and become a starving artist, live in a studio, be one of those people that walk around with dried globs of paint in their hair, go to trendy clubs, and sip weird colored drinks that are in weird shaped glasses. OR, i could have stayed in NYC, finished up my masters in writing, gone to those underground bars with the exposed brick walls, drink whiskey in a circle with other people wearing paperboy hats, plaid pants, pens in their hair, and talk about Kerouac, Proust, and Whitman.
It'd be nice for the time being, but to be perfectly honest, at the end of the day I would go home unfulfilled. The flip side is what I"m dong now: torturing myself with these incredibly merciless classes. But no matter how hard I struggle, at the end of the day, I go home fulfilled. Imagine that.
I think that is what keeps me going, as backwards as it sounds....
On another note, it's fucking freezing in Miami. This morning it was 45. 45??! I took it for granted and didnt bundle up as I should have.... it was so cold I couldnt even take a shower. Right now I think it is about 63. High of 65. Cant wait.
Anyways, time to get to class. I'll definately be posting on this more... The next few weeks are bound to be interesting.
