Quiet time, anyone?

For the past couple of weeks, I have been taking a practice MCAT every Sunday morning.  I realize that after every Sunday morning, I feel the same sense of rage.  I was going to make a note to myself to write about this, and when I came here to write this post I realized that I had made the SAME EXACT NOTE last week.

The Medicinal Dilemma

I'm currently taking a medical anthropology class, and last week's discussion made me very angry... angry enough to send my GSI a SUPER long email about how I was so upset but I didn't want to say anything out loud.  I don't want to be known as "that girl".  (She was touched enough by my email to ask me to come to her office hours so we could discuss everything.)

Anyway, we were talking about different types of medicines that are used for different illnesses and the cultural contexts involved.  The conversation veered over to how doctors in the Western medical system are all terrible.

Why make this generalization?

Sure, let's toast to that ... (with a bottle of jack?)

So this is about New Years (which tells you how behind I am with my posts!).

I don't know if anyone out there used to watch that new years eve nonsense with Dick Clark every year ... but I never really liked watching it.  It always was just shots of a bunch of people partying outside in the cold, or in places where I'd rather be.  Everyone was carefree and having such a good time, just waiting for the year to start.  And some artists would perform, announcers would just talk about how good the performances were and how it's almost time for the year to change over, etc.  How pointless.

Punctuality and the Concept of "Brown Time"

I don't know why, but I absolutely HATE being late.  It bothers me so much to know that I am expected somewhere at some time and that it is not going to happen.  I hate being that one person who shows up five minutes after class has started.  At that point, not only have I missed some of class and will be starting without any background, but I have successfully gotten at least 5% of the class to turn around and scowl at me for coming in late.

I suppose it is a combination of factors.  Sometimes, it's because those damned buses don't show up on time.  Sometimes it is my reluctance to leave my warm and cozy abode to enter the gloomy and frigid tundra.  And the slippery snow-slush-mush-grossness coats the ground thickly doesn't help much either.  I hustle and slip and slide to class, and I show up huffing and puffing.  Do you think it was my intention to be late?  Haha.

If only the lock hadn't FROZEN SHUT.

Why is this national news?

Because I want to convince myself that I'm studying for the MCAT, I am going to try and write about some current events (ish) for a little while.  Hope you all don't mind.

For anyone who's reading this in the USA, I'm sure you've heard of the recent shooting in AZ last weekend.  Unfortunately, several people were shot, wounded, and even killed.  Senator Gifford was shot through the head, and although the bullet did travel the length of her brain, she miraculously survived.

For some reason that is simply BEYOND ME, all of America is so upset about the death of a 9 year old girl, Christina Green.

Before I say anything else, and before people start bombarding me with a load of horsesh!t, I do want to say something nice.  I am really sorry that she is dead--but not just for her.  I am so sorry that such an event had to happen in the first place.

Don't lose anything.

... ESPECIALLY on the bus.

Because my house is approximately 1.5 miles away from campus, I try my hardest to catch a ride with my boyfriend or ride the bus to class.  Now that winter has started and snow is consistently on the ground, walking to class every morning is not only unappealing but it is also somewhat dangerous.  (Ugg-style boots suck.  They have NO traction.  And mine have started to leak.)  So I've gotta catch a specific bus with a route that is close to my house.  Oh man, it's public transit time.  It's a good thing that it's free for students as long as they have a valid university ID.

One day, I was riding the bus from campus towards my house.  I get a strange tickling feeling on my right thigh.

Photowhores: They're EVERYWHERE

If anyone's ever stumbled upon my facebook, you'll notice that I have a load of pictures up.  A LOAD.  And yes, pretty much all of them are posed, like this:

Whee!  I'm in front of some lamdmark!  What a completely normal looking photo!

But anyway, this is not the point.  Here, I look like a normal human being with perfectly normally functioning nerves and muscles, and instead of posing in front of a mirror I am posing in front of a landmark.  It's proof I've been somewhere cooler than my bedroom.  Lately, I've been seeing a lot of this type of photo on the internet: