Typical Med School Day:
6:40 wake up; 8:00-12:00pm class (maybe a dissection); lunch; 1:00-5:00 study; 5:00-7:00 basketball or studying in anatomy lab; 8:00-11:00pm study; 11:00 sleep well.
Quick thoughts: Med school is hard. Pass/fail curriculum is good. The human body is complicated. The brachial plexus is not as bad as it looks. My clothes smell bad. I smell bad. My classmates also probably smell bad, but I can’t detect it over my own smell. I am a professional. Histology is kind of boring. Biochemistry is still boss. Surgery sounds fun. I enjoy med school.
White coat ceremony in two weeks. Family will be here. I’ll look distinguished. Mom and Dad will smile. Erica and Trent will be bored. Emily will be pissed.
Interestingly, while I’m locked up in the library, things have been going on in the outside world. The Braves finally clinched their first division since 2005. They’ll either play the Dodgers or the winner of the Pirates/ Reds Wild Card game at Turner Field next Thursday. They will probably play like crap and make me mad. Just like 1996, 1998, 2000, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2010, and 2012 (I only listed the painful ones). However, this has still been a really fun season (curb-stomping the Nats all year long has been a true delight) and at least we’re guaranteed 3 games this time and not just 1 like last year. Speaking of last year, Sam Holbrook is still dead to me.
UGA plays LSU on Saturday. Now as we all know, LSU fans smell like corn dogs. I know it, you know it, and they know it-they’re embarrassed. We don’t really know the origin of their condition but all we know is that, Cajuns are hopping in their corn dog-smelling RVs and flooding into the Classic City hoping for a huge Corn Dog win between the hedges. And to party. They love to party. And they love Corn Dogs. Now unfortunately I won’t be there for the festivities, but I will catch a whiff of the corn dog air all the way here in Augusta, so I’ll get to experience the atmosphere. Prediction: DAWGS 35 CornDOGS 28. Bonus prediction: Mettenberger gets turned down at Toppers.
Falcons? HORRRRIBLE. Playing the Patriots on Sunday-CRRRAAAPP. Prediction: Way too easy. Falcons open a 14 point lead within the first 8 minutes. They then proceed to kick eleventy billion field goals over the next 52 minutes, making half of them. Tom Brady then throws a touchdown to win the game with 48 seconds left.
Last thing. I’ve done a remarkable job avoiding Breaking Bad spoilers. I’m now up to Season 4, Episode 9. It’s awesome. Please, no one ruin it for me.