aloha!

well, well, well. four months is an awfully long dry spell, but xanga is one of those most excellent friends who you can see again after a three-year hiatus and pick up right where you left off. (at least, that’s what i’m telling myself.) i suppose the literary drought is a dubious testament to just how crazy spring semester was. but now we’ve graduated, and summer semester is proving to be a refreshing change of pace from seven classes, four labs, and competencies and tests scheduled outside of class time. (seriously. who does that?) now we only have pharmacology, clinical medicine, clinical medicine lab, clinical seminar, and fundamentals of surgery. and real live patients are only a few months away! (a gleefully terrifying thought, because the rewards of proper treatment and the risks of not knowing your stuff cold are about twelve thousand times more important with people than with exam papers.)

so what to do with all the hours not spent in class? sleep. play. ramble around regent square. read, read, read. (i’ve been chewing through books on church history lately and am more and more put out that i didn’t discover them sooner. our heritage is so rich and it’s fascinating to wrangle and debate along with the church fathers as they settle doctrinal issues like the Trinity and the divine/human nature of Christ.) work at starbucks (which is a whole different kettle of fish on saturdays in the summer, let me tell you. good thing we’re perfectly capable of entertaining each other in between waiting on the typical three customers per hour.) miss nick. (he just got a little apartment only six blocks away from the cathedral in altoona, for which i’m exceedingly grateful since it’s exactly what he needs, but still. altoona is about four hundred times farther away than i’d like him to be.)

time for home, i suppose. there’s a study guide to make, tropical black bean salad to whip up, my lab coat to be laundered and ironed, and last-minute technique to brush up on in preparation for tomorrow morning’s adventure: Phlebotomy with Queen Dana! (our ineffably wonderful teacher who works part time at a family practice office, to which i’m betaking myself to draw blood from whichever lucky souls require it. wanna count how many prepositional phrases are in that sentence? ready, set, go!)