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blah blah blah, was sick all week, could not sleep last night now cramming anatomy... ok done, back to studying!
I have a 4 hour test tomorrow...
I have a 4 hour test tomorrow...
Sh-- it's terrible! She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon!
Everyone around me has their butt cheeks puckered up tight enough to whistle with. And will, without breaking stride, step over the bodies of their dead colleagues to kiss the butt of somebody in a position to move them ahead. Sometimes. Completely by accident. The wrong butt get's smooched.
And that's the real humiliating tragedy of it. That I'm just the same as the next schmuck in this rat race. And sooner or later. I will accidentally. Felatiate the wrong mf'er. And be just another c@cksucker with nothing to show for it.
Everyone around me has their butt cheeks puckered up tight enough to whistle with. And will, without breaking stride, step over the bodies of their dead colleagues to kiss the butt of somebody in a position to move them ahead. Sometimes. Completely by accident. The wrong butt get's smooched.
And that's the real humiliating tragedy of it. That I'm just the same as the next schmuck in this rat race. And sooner or later. I will accidentally. Felatiate the wrong mf'er. And be just another c@cksucker with nothing to show for it.
Everyone around me has their butt cheeks puckered up tight enough to whistle with. And will, without breaking stride, step over the bodies of their dead colleagues to kiss the butt of somebody in a position to move them ahead. Sometimes. Completely by accident. The wrong butt get's smooched.
And that's the real humiliating tragedy of it. That I'm just the same as the next schmuck in this rat race. And sooner or later. I will accidentally. Felatiate the wrong mf'er. And be just another c@cksucker with nothing to show for it.
Today I studied for 12 hours. After sitting there for 10 hours I studied a lecture on thrombosis... DVTs. For two hours I was studying how I am sure to die.
Also, I figured out the reason the images in our lectures are so old. The reason the images are all from the 70s is because the diseases are so rare they haven't been seen since then.
Everyone around me has their butt cheeks puckered up tight enough to whistle with. And will, without breaking stride, step over the bodies of their dead colleagues to kiss the butt of somebody in a position to move them ahead. Sometimes. Completely by accident. The wrong butt get's smooched.
And that's the real humiliating tragedy of it. That I'm just the same as the next schmuck in this rat race. And sooner or later. I will accidentally. Felatiate the wrong mf'er. And be just another c@cksucker with nothing to show for it.
I'm sick of med students. It's always all med students, all the f'in time. The awkward kid, the gunner, the cocky bastard...I'm over it. Where are normal people?
I'm sick of non-studying commitments. No, I don't need art therapy. I don't have time to go to see that super famous speaker. Really I just need to sit and study.
I'm also sick of studying. So, so sick of studying. The only thing that gets me up in the morning is the knowledge that at least I'm not in anatomy anymore.
I'm sick of the little things. I don't want to go change the oil in my car. I'm in the South so the mechanic will treat me like I'm an idiot and overcharge me and I don't have any money. I don't want to clean my apartment. I don't want to put away my laundry. I want someone else to do this crap for me.
I just hate my school, my location, people in my class, lack of social life.
I don't have any energy to finish the second year and I don't care.
I want my life back.
But the saddest thing that after loggin off this forum I will go on cramming for the next test and pretend like everything is ok.
My second Peds rotation messed up my lungs so much that I now have adult onset asthma. Now I'm on ob/gyn and have to run up and down stairs after my attending on the way to deliveries. I can't breathe and am afraid that I'm going to die of an asthma exacerbation in a stairwell one of these days, while my attending runs over my gasping body on his way to the l&dr.
My grades are boring. I always get mid-high 80s and can never honor anything. I'm not upset because I could be doing much worse, it's just annoying because no matter how hard I study there are always those few questions I misunderstand that knock me out of the honors range.
I don't even care about getting grades back anymore because I already know what range I'll be in. Super safe pass but I'll never honor anything. Lame.
Amen brotha. I was just thinkin the same thing.
Is it me or is second year a real life-sucker? I'm not sure why. First year I was so motivated, and time flew by. Now I seem to really be aware of all the hours I spend memorizing crap that I'm sure to forget, mixed with anxiety about needing to remember it/never learning it to begin with for the boards. It's getting harder and harder to cram this stuff down, too.
And, I'm lonely. Basically zero guys I vibe with in my class, and no hot girls. No time to meet "outsiders."
And lately I havn't had time to go to the gym. So now I'm fat, too
I just hate my school, my location, people in my class, lack of social life.
I don't have any energy to finish the second year and I don't care.
I want my life back.
But the saddest thing that after loggin off this forum I will go on cramming for the next test and pretend like everything is ok.
My grades are boring. I always get mid-high 80s and can never honor anything. I'm not upset because I could be doing much worse, it's just annoying because no matter how hard I study there are always those few questions I misunderstand that knock me out of the honors range.
I don't even care about getting grades back anymore because I already know what range I'll be in. Super safe pass but I'll never honor anything. Lame.
kbye.
did it again today. ::sigh::
I need to contribute after today-
During anatomy lab, one of my lab partners made a terrible cut and removed most of the muscle we were supposed to define. I tried to help him repair the damage when our professor walked over to the table. He yelled and made me feel like an idiot for "ruining the cadaver" and "not knowing that skinning a cadaver is not the same as de-muscling". While I was getting yelled at, the kid who actually screwed up stood by and let me take the fall.
Great day
I need to contribute after today-
During anatomy lab, one of my lab partners made a terrible cut and removed most of the muscle we were supposed to define. I tried to help him repair the damage when our professor walked over to the table. He yelled and made me feel like an idiot for "ruining the cadaver" and "not knowing that skinning a cadaver is not the same as de-muscling". While I was getting yelled at, the kid who actually screwed up stood by and let me take the fall.
Great day
I need to get laid.