So I've started my second year of medical school. It snuck up on me. Besides spending quality time with the q-PCR machine at unfortunately early hours of the morning, weekend, and evening; moving; car-renting / IKEA / first time driving in a major city / furniture trip; and dealing with significant other suffering through eight weeks of surgery... I actually started out sick and pretty darn tired.
It was really a relief to start school and get out of class at 2 pm! I'm still not really unpacked, but I really like our new apartment-ish suites (no living room, alas, only a small common space / kitchenette) and how much light they get. I think my plants will be far happier here.
Host defense is fun, full of disgusting pictures of parasites and diseases, and... yeah, all around, much better adjusted. I am so happy to NOT be a third year medical student at this moment. I'm living it vicariously, and believe me, it's something I'm more than happy to let wait another, er, five years or thereabouts.
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