The Good, the Bad, And the Inevitably Spotty

As I sit in the midst of CE week, I am reminded of several things. First, I need better shoes. Maybe my running shoes held up for the first 6 hours of standing, but around hour 7, their support seemed rather lacking. Time to put a good sole in my trademark paw print converses and have at it. Take that professionalism!

Second, we all have those dreams as kids of playing with all the animals in the zoo. Maybe this fades for some people as they get older, but the other day when I was helping mask down a leopard and run PCVs on it, I couldn't help but giggle maniacally as I feverishly stole chances to pet its head and fiddle with its gigantic paws. I suppose I shall never grow out of that feeling.

On a more stressful note, I have far too much to get done cosplay wise in time for AWA. I honestly have no idea how I will finish everything in addition to my general pathology and urinary systems exams, and the clin path quiz. I was hoping that CE week would afford me a good opportunity to work on it, but so far it seems that this won't be happening. Wish me luck. I'll need it. >_<

As for class wise, pharmacology is pretty much the devil. I think anatomy may have been demoted because there seems to be a special place in hell for pharmacology. The first exam was a thing of nightmares. The first anesthesiology exam wasn't too much better either. Curse you school....

COUNTDOWN TO AWA: 15 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!

Sept. 23- General Pathology Exam #1
Sept. 28- Urinary Systems Exam #1

Maybe Its Just Me

Last night, I had the most wonderful dream. I had dragged myself home from school after a long Friday to find Pyro sitting in my living room. He had come up for a surprise visit. And, having been filled with sickness and dread of spending a weekend alone and depressed, I felt such immediate relief and joy. I felt like it was too ridiculously wonderful to be true.

Of course, the next thing I know, the alarm is ringing to tell me that its time to go to school. I've been terribly disappointed the rest of the day. Funny how even in my dreams, I tend to be hard to convince that something will happen. I don't know why I have been so sad today. Obviously, something like that could not be true. I'm too much of a realist to ever believe that my day could go so wonderfully. However, I still find myself in a terrible slump about it. I feel hurt...even betrayed by the fact that my dream wasn't a reality. In the back of my mind, I suppose I actually had hope that the dream would happen. So, when I come home today, my disappointment increases as I realize that there is no Pyro sitting in my living room. Somehow, I still hold hope that maybe he'll head up after work. As the hours after his quitting time mount, my hope invariably rises. "He's not calling me", I think. "Maybe he's on his way up!"

Obviously, that wasn't the cause. Reality is not my dream world, and little kitsunes always find themselves at home alone on Friday nights watching reruns of King of the Hill.