4 down, 41 weeks to go
I am now just over halfway though my first semester here at UNMC. Semesters in the accelerated program being only 7 weeks long. Only 41 weeks of school left until graduation. Not that there is anything wrong with being in school, but it is a fairly intense program and we (classmates and I) are all fairly goal oriented here with the big picture in mind.
The accelerated, intense nature of the program generally keeps us busy; this week with three big tests to study for there was a point when I had more poly-syllabic medical terms rattling around inside my head than I could easily contain, some would slip out at odd moments. Like getting groceries and walking down the aisle and words like "propanolol" and "succinolcholine" would just randomly blurt out, like someone with Turret's syndrome, only instead of curse words they were pharmacology terms. This is what happens when you cram too much info inside too little space too quickley. It leaks all over innocent bystanders.
The good news is that I feel like I am finally starting to learn something, which is good considering how much I'm paying to be here, it would be nice to learn a little bit. And now I am, and even being challenged a wee little bit, so I'm happy about that.
But I'll be happier in 41 weeks.
The accelerated, intense nature of the program generally keeps us busy; this week with three big tests to study for there was a point when I had more poly-syllabic medical terms rattling around inside my head than I could easily contain, some would slip out at odd moments. Like getting groceries and walking down the aisle and words like "propanolol" and "succinolcholine" would just randomly blurt out, like someone with Turret's syndrome, only instead of curse words they were pharmacology terms. This is what happens when you cram too much info inside too little space too quickley. It leaks all over innocent bystanders.
The good news is that I feel like I am finally starting to learn something, which is good considering how much I'm paying to be here, it would be nice to learn a little bit. And now I am, and even being challenged a wee little bit, so I'm happy about that.
But I'll be happier in 41 weeks.
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I'll be happier too, since my wife no longer allows me to go adventuring without you. I spent a week in Northern AZ on my motorcycle. I got hypothermia, arrested by Park Rangers in the Grand Canyon, and crashed my motorcycle in the snow. If I ever find it, maybe I'll ride up and visit you. Keep up the good work, buddy!
That's it, I demand further explanation and back story here. You're getting a letter, watch your mail box! (threatening tone of voice)
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