Showboating

It's almost finals crunch time, so I've been really terrible about writing in this blog... oh well.  It'll hopefully improve next year! :D

Anyway, I just wanted to say something about what I've been seeing more and more frequently now that a lot of people I know are applying to graduate schools.  And I will admit that I am guilty of doing this for a while ... but then I realized how much it annoys me and how inconsiderate it may be to others, so I decided to stop doing this.

I can't believe I'm writing about this ...

Yeah, I know, I haven't written in this blog for the entire month.  I'm kind of embarrassed by it, actually.  I've had a lot of ideas but I suppose this month has been a bit rough for me personally.  Le sigh.  Motivation, where are you?

There is only SO much one can take.

As you all may or may not know, I am currently applying to medical school.  Let me just preface this entry by saying that I have no idea how the f*ck future generations are going to get in, because it is so extremely ridiculously competitive that it is making me sick (literally sick, I've been sick for weeks and I don't know how I'm going to get better anytime soon).  Let me also preface this entry by saying that I am not intending to brag or boast about my current statistics--I will try to describe my situation in a discreet way so that you get the idea but I don't want to rub anything in anyone's face.

Simple Academic (and Academically Related) Injustices

After spending about 4 hours in lab, I leave feeling lower than the dirt beneath my feet.  I just sink into myself and feel terrible.  Why do I feel so terrible?

I hope things change by the time I am a medical student...

Note: this may be a bit disjointed.
I am SO sick and tired of PMB's:  pre-med b!tches.

ALMOST (and I type that in all caps, because there are AT LEAST five of you who I believe to be truly respectable and friendly people) every pre-med I have encountered has been a PMB:  the kind of person who would never help you out on a homework assignment but will come to you expecting help, a person who might misinform you to ensure that they get a better grade, someone who is only your friend when you have a class with them, a sneaky b!tch who saps everything they can from you if you let them get too close.  PMBs are everywhere and make up the majority of my classmates, and I am truly sickened by these people.

What happened to real clothes?

A few nights ago, while walking home from studying, I encountered HOARDS of drunken sorostitutes who were pretending as though they were from the 80s--bright neon colors, tall socks, animal prints, and even fanny packs.  Ew, fanny packs?  Seriously, people WHY are fanny packs coming back?  They went out of fashion for a reason and it should stay that way ...  The moment I see a fanny pack, I think of my mom decades ago, looking like a dork while the rest of us were riding roller coasters in the amusement park.  Ick.  Fanny packs are hideous...

But that's not the stupidest thing I saw that night.

Freedom of speech? You make me sick.

My roommate and I are off to class and we see a disturbance in what students here call "The Diag", a giant open area that allows for easy access to the building surrounding it.  Instead of the Diag being all open and empty, it is walled off in such a way that you must go around it.  What was it walled off with?

Posters of bloodied, unborn fetuses SO large that you couldn't walk past them and miss them.

One Hell of a Week.

So, I did have a mean post brewing about b!tches and whatever else, blah blah blah.  However, there were too many ridiculous things that happened this week that I need to write about.  What the f*ck was this week?!?

Okay.  Let me start off with Sunday.  I was so caught up in catching up with my missed schoolwork on Sunday that I accidentally missed my shift.  That is the first time I've missed my shift in about 2 years.  I started panicking once I realized that I missed it; I called in as soon as I remembered, and I was told that it was okay.  As soon as I came in on Monday, I apologized for missing my shift and before I could even finish my apology, my bosses said, "Just forget about it and move on."

Stupidity: Is it Genetic?

Sorry I haven't written in a while, audience.  Last week was my medical school interview tour, so I was away.  I appreciate that you stick around and read the things that I write!

At some point during our 20 or so total hours of drive time, my father shared a "dumb-a$$ drivers" story.  Well, during those 20 hours, I got to see a LOT of dumb-a$$ driving ... OH my gosh.  And people say that Michigan drivers are psychopaths?  TOTALLY false.  I'm talking like 85 in a 55... WHY DON'T THESE PEOPLE GET TICKETS?!??  Anyway, the story goes like this:

WTF Lab Equipment

I guess no one important really cares about lab classes ... and why should they?  All the best equipment should go to the real people labs doing real research and blah blah blah.  Still, I think that labs should be furnished with functioning equipment ... especially when MY grades suddenly depend on accuracy (yes, accuracy) and not just completion like it has always been.  What the f*ck.