All right, everyone! I am finished with finals and home for break and starting to recover from the raping and pillaging of my brain that occurred last week. I know veterinary school is supposed to be harder than undergraduate, but Ye Gods, that was unpleasant. Okay, though I didn't study as much as I should have, I console myself with the knowledge that even had I studied enough, THAT WAS NOT WHAT I WOULD HAVE STUDIED! It's fine, I am pretty sure I passed, so I get to go back for the next semester. Phew! One down!
Now going to bed.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Too Much Information
To add to my list of Things I Have Now Experienced That I Never Really Wanted To: that lovely sensation of disturbing your frozen nose hairs every time you breathe while walking your dog. With your fleece gaiter pulled up over your face.
It's rather chilly here (for December, as my supervisor pointed out; it's like this all the time in January and February), with the mercury at -3 when I woke up this morning. I stubbornly waited until it got to zero before venturing out. A girl's got to have limits. Indiana doesn't understand this concept at all. Apparently a natural fur coat really is the best thing in the world, because we just got back from our long walk and she was happily lying in the frost with her stick-cicle when I decided I was approaching frostbite threshold. Wussy humans.
We've now entered "dead" week, AKA the Week Before Finals, and as of yesterday night I had turned in my final paper for a class, so that's my first official vet school course out of the way! I was pretty excited. Next week will be a doozy but I'm doing fine in all my classes so far and if I can just keep it up everything should be all right. We're already ordering books and signed up for next semester's classes, so the juggernaut is on autopilot now. I'm excited/terrified about it.
This past weekend was a kick, just the right thing before finals hit. Friday night was our Game Night for my friend's birthday, and we had such a blast that nobody left until two in the morning when Eli had to practically drag my sleepy butt to the car. I had forgotten how much fun board games are! So I bought Mexican Train (technically dominos; close enough) and you better believe that anyone visiting here from now on will be playing that ad nauseum. We also stopped by the WSU Ski Swap (in the same manner that a cocaine addict might be able to 'stop by' a crack house), and I got a pair of goggles to keep me from squinting so much or getting any insane sunburns on our Mt. Baker trip. It was very, very difficult not to reallocate my student loans into a ski and snowboard fund but somehow I refrained (Eli: "I have more important things to spend my money on before it goes into skis." It's no fun to shop with a kill-joy, sir). Saturday morning I went in to school for a lab on neurological examinations and procedures, and got to try high and low spinal taps and nerve blocks on cadavers (I so greatly appreciate the cadavers--let anyone who's been thinking of donating their animals to science when they pass that they are invaluable to us and get a second life as the best possible teachers!). Sunday we went to the Nutcracker on campus as performed by the Eugene, OR ballet company. It was lovely, and they were very creative with their sets, costumes and the rather limited space. We're so spoiled in Seattle to have the live orchestra there, and nothing makes up for that, but it was great and now it really feels like Christmas. Or almost...four more finals to go!
Ta for now from the Palouse.
It's rather chilly here (for December, as my supervisor pointed out; it's like this all the time in January and February), with the mercury at -3 when I woke up this morning. I stubbornly waited until it got to zero before venturing out. A girl's got to have limits. Indiana doesn't understand this concept at all. Apparently a natural fur coat really is the best thing in the world, because we just got back from our long walk and she was happily lying in the frost with her stick-cicle when I decided I was approaching frostbite threshold. Wussy humans.
We've now entered "dead" week, AKA the Week Before Finals, and as of yesterday night I had turned in my final paper for a class, so that's my first official vet school course out of the way! I was pretty excited. Next week will be a doozy but I'm doing fine in all my classes so far and if I can just keep it up everything should be all right. We're already ordering books and signed up for next semester's classes, so the juggernaut is on autopilot now. I'm excited/terrified about it.
This past weekend was a kick, just the right thing before finals hit. Friday night was our Game Night for my friend's birthday, and we had such a blast that nobody left until two in the morning when Eli had to practically drag my sleepy butt to the car. I had forgotten how much fun board games are! So I bought Mexican Train (technically dominos; close enough) and you better believe that anyone visiting here from now on will be playing that ad nauseum. We also stopped by the WSU Ski Swap (in the same manner that a cocaine addict might be able to 'stop by' a crack house), and I got a pair of goggles to keep me from squinting so much or getting any insane sunburns on our Mt. Baker trip. It was very, very difficult not to reallocate my student loans into a ski and snowboard fund but somehow I refrained (Eli: "I have more important things to spend my money on before it goes into skis." It's no fun to shop with a kill-joy, sir). Saturday morning I went in to school for a lab on neurological examinations and procedures, and got to try high and low spinal taps and nerve blocks on cadavers (I so greatly appreciate the cadavers--let anyone who's been thinking of donating their animals to science when they pass that they are invaluable to us and get a second life as the best possible teachers!). Sunday we went to the Nutcracker on campus as performed by the Eugene, OR ballet company. It was lovely, and they were very creative with their sets, costumes and the rather limited space. We're so spoiled in Seattle to have the live orchestra there, and nothing makes up for that, but it was great and now it really feels like Christmas. Or almost...four more finals to go!
Ta for now from the Palouse.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Help
Dear Vet School,
Stop the carousel please, I'd like to get off.
Respectfully,
Kate
And that is why you haven't heard from me in a while. I deluded myself into thinking that I would get my life in order and all up to speed over Christmas break, but instead I fell back into my old college traditions and got sick. Which couldn't have happened at a better time, really, because I didn't have to be in class and I had Eli around to sit on the couch and watch movies with me. Also he is so tall that he was able to put up half our Christmas lights (slight exaggeration) without a ladder, which precluded my dad and I from throwing our annual Coarse Vernacular Festival. It went quickly, but to be honest, we felt a little cheated. (I mean, thank you, Eli, your spending vacation time decorating our house is very much appreciated.)
Now final exams are less than two weeks away and sweet mother of pearl, I am not ready. In fact, I am paralyzed with fear and have no idea even where to start. Confucius has some answer about thousand mile journeys and steps but that is way too logical. Dithering is my specialty, and why waste talent? Between now and then, there's a holiday cocktail party on Friday for the Graduate and Professional Student Association (I really like to say that because it makes me feel important) which I may go to if I can be bothered to dress up for it, and the Ski Swap (yay!) on Friday and Saturday, and then the Nutcracker on Sunday! So clearly, studying is out for the weekend. Perhaps I ought to get down to it.
Adios for now.
Edited: Christmas break, by which I meant Thanksgiving. My brain is in la-la land.
Stop the carousel please, I'd like to get off.
Respectfully,
Kate
And that is why you haven't heard from me in a while. I deluded myself into thinking that I would get my life in order and all up to speed over Christmas break, but instead I fell back into my old college traditions and got sick. Which couldn't have happened at a better time, really, because I didn't have to be in class and I had Eli around to sit on the couch and watch movies with me. Also he is so tall that he was able to put up half our Christmas lights (slight exaggeration) without a ladder, which precluded my dad and I from throwing our annual Coarse Vernacular Festival. It went quickly, but to be honest, we felt a little cheated. (I mean, thank you, Eli, your spending vacation time decorating our house is very much appreciated.)
Now final exams are less than two weeks away and sweet mother of pearl, I am not ready. In fact, I am paralyzed with fear and have no idea even where to start. Confucius has some answer about thousand mile journeys and steps but that is way too logical. Dithering is my specialty, and why waste talent? Between now and then, there's a holiday cocktail party on Friday for the Graduate and Professional Student Association (I really like to say that because it makes me feel important) which I may go to if I can be bothered to dress up for it, and the Ski Swap (yay!) on Friday and Saturday, and then the Nutcracker on Sunday! So clearly, studying is out for the weekend. Perhaps I ought to get down to it.
Adios for now.
Edited: Christmas break, by which I meant Thanksgiving. My brain is in la-la land.
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