Showing posts with label transition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label transition. Show all posts

October 26, 2009

well, well, well

I'm halfway through the semester. And this is the point where things start to lag. I am getting to the point of oh-my-god-i-have-no-motivation-whatsoever. It's pretty lame, let's be honest, because well... I still have half a semester to go!

Favorite class: Pathophysiology. It just makes so much sense, and I LOVE learning how the body works and what can go wrong with it.

Most Despised class: Foundations. The content is extremely easy, and somehow, I can't score on the tests! It's the NCLEX style of questions, and granted, my scores improve by like 2 percentage points every test, but gah!!

Favorite Teacher: Anita Winnigate aka Winnie. She is hilarious, and probably the most intelligent person I've ever met. No lie. I just love her class.

I don't really have a least favorite teacher, only a favorite. The staff is awesome, and they are all very common sense oriented which is sweeeeet compared to some of the other classes I've taken in my life. I don't know. I'm still adjusting I think, and some days I get homesick for Lawrence, and for the familiar, but I'm growing I guess, so I just have to nut up or shut up. I feel like this is a huge transitional stage for me. I'm just about finished, but not quite, I want to be out in the world, but I don't. It's a very strange mix.

Big news: I started Accutane about 4 weeks ago now. It's worked wonders for my skin. I don't even remember the last time my skin was this smooth, it's awesome. Though it makes my lips about as dry as the Gobi Desert, I keep a tube of chapstick with me at all times, otherwise my mouth starts yelling at me, and then I can't move my lips for fear of creating a fissure in them. Yikes.

Other big news: My wonderful roommate and I have decided to train for a marathon in the spring. I'm a bit apprehensive since the last time I tried running seriously, I had debilitating shin splints. I think I'm going to see a podiatrist, or at least someone who can analyze my gait and tell me what kind of shoes to buy so that I don't ruin my legs and feet trying to accomplish this. I'm pretty excited! After April, I will be able to say that I've run a freakin marathon, and that, my friends, is a feat.