Postpourri

As you've probably noticed lately, it seems as if I'm dead. I'm not, however, and I thought I should let y'all know. I've been doing things like taking tests, getting grades back, taking more tests, taking naps, taking tests, taking naps, getting fatter and fatter and uglier and fatter, and taking more tests. Oh, and jumping through the 16 hoops that you have to jump through in order to register for the first part of my board exams - USMLE Step One - which I'm taking in Cincinnati on June 14th.

YIKES, y'all. When I think about it, it kind of wigs me out. So I try not to think about it. Or if I must think about it, I try to remember that like, 94% of people pass it, and that my school's average score is almost exactly the national average, and that my grades are usually a little above my CLASS average, and that I did better than the national average on the microbiology/immunology mini-board that I took in December. So. I'll probably be okay - if it's the Lord's will, of course - and He's pushed and prodded me along thus far, so I have no reason to think He's going to let me fall flat on my face now. By chance, are there any medical students reading (my class or otherwise) who are taking Step One on that day in Cincinnati? Just curious.

Since I've been so scarce lately (although I have been adding some American Idol season 6 mpegs to the AI Downloads folder, slowly but surely) I have been trying to convince my medical school BFF Christy, who is quite witty and hilarious (more than me, actually, so I kind of hate her a little bit) to join my blog as a 2nd author. That way, there'll be more posts and such. And they'll be better than my blathery crap, too. I wanted to mention this convincing that I'm trying to do, thinking that you guys could leave comments for Christy to help me in my task. And I was going to include a lovely picture of her to go with it. However, she - like me - feels fat and ugly (although she's not) so she would only let my camera get this close:

And that arrow that I've drawn to point her out makes it look like she takes up about 3 1/2 states, which she totally doesn't. Finally, when she was worn down from studying for a set of block exams, I managed to get the camera *this* close:

So that's Christy. Somebody convince her to blog with me.

And finally, I have something like 9 days left that I actually have to go to my classroom. Do you know how bizarre that is? During the dark days of anatomy lab during my first semester, it seemed that the basic science years would never end - I kept expecting to fail, but thanks be to God, I haven't yet. And I *still* don't feel like I fit in with my class - I don't get invited to anything that the entire class isn't invited to (not that I'm a huge party animal, but it would still be nice to know that someone wanted me around) - but, that being said, at least there's only two people in my class that seem to hate me. That's 2/54 - not a bad ratio, I guess. Most people are just indifferent to me, I suppose, and don't particularly care if I exist or don't exist. I guess I can understand that, because I consider myself boring and annoying. If you can't tell, I'm having a kind of low night. I'm just so tired.