AHHHHHHHHH! Finished 13. 17 More to go. I honestly would rather study for the MCAT at this point. I hate typewriters. I hate moral dilemma questions. I hate retyping my damn courses. I hate Loyola for having 6 damn questions. I hate brochures about how great some over priced school is because they have John, the med student who was born without hearing, managed to get a 3.9 in college while selling hot dogs from his Dad's cart to support his little sister. Then he flew to Central America, where he cured cancer and saved 3 rain forests. Came back to the U.S. and played piano in nursing homes in between the hot dog job and his paramedic gig. Owe yeah, John speaks 7 languages, and earned a degree in Dance while finishing his pre-med reqs. He was also the star quarterback on his Ivy league football team. All this in 3 years. MCAT score: 41. Of course, John is one of many unique individuals at You'reNotGoodEnoughForUs University. O.k. I'm over it. Back to normal. I don't hate anything. Just felt like venting. No offense John.