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23 May 2012 @ 03:21 pm
so the world goes round and round  
I'm back. I've been back for about ten days. I survived finals. I wasn't 100% pleased with my performance, but I'll make do. Medical school isn't so much about grades as much as it is your score on the big old standardized tests (beginning with Step 1, a year and a half way). And let's face it, there's always an excuse for test results. Too tired, not enough time, gnomes mysteriously stole my notes, whatever.  The day after finals, I spent it relaxing at the beach, at a baby shower, and at my family's hotel before getting to my flight the next morning. I was accompanied by classmates for the whole journey, and have never been so grateful to be back in the US. (Seriously, I missed the stupidest things. Woodland creatures. Traffic lights. NPR on an actual radio. Berries - yes, we didn't have berries. Proper libraries. Customer service.) I've been happily reuniting with friends, eating copious amounts of ethnic food, and reading books for pleasure since I've returned.

My parents have been making the house snazzier in hopes of selling it. There have been painters at the windows for days now, and it's kind of bizarre having to look out the windows to make sure I'm not being watched by men on rooftops. I came back from finals week remaining relatively hyperproductive, so I've been on a cleaning rampage. I've been donating books and clothes, which comprise the majority of my belongings. I'm going to be fitting my life into two suitcases for the next year and a half, so a whole room of stuff I won't be seeing or using for most of this time suddenly seems unnecessary. 

Today, I sat down by my bookshelf and started going through a lot of old papers from college. I sorted through stacks of books and notes that were several feet high, and most of it is getting thrown out. I looked through notes for Cancer Biology, Neuronal Cell Development, Darwinian Medicine, classes with generally impressive names. I started wondering about what it means to really learn a thing. The only real conclusions I came up with were that I didn't know how to study effectively in college, and doodled way too much all over everything printed on paper. These observations are probably why I under-performed in some classes, but I still made it to medical school, and I've never studied better or harder in my life.

I've got a whole mess of things I've been putting off for after finals which I may now commence worrying about. Financial aid, course evaluations, planning for Prague, blah blah blah. I mostly just want to burn incense and create things and/or watch Buffy or Downton or Merlin. I don't really have anything else of worth to say, so here's a picture from my flickr. It's an incense burner, much more elaborate than mine, I assure you:
Current Mood: peacefulpeaceful
Ruchiruchirahni on May 24th, 2012 01:42 pm (UTC)

on surviving first semester =)
ninja chipmunks unitedchrryblssmninja on May 29th, 2012 07:37 am (UTC)
That's a really cool incense burner.