Salutations,

Now that I'm officially a medical student (yey medical school), I began pondering what the hell I got myself into. Looking through books and blogs of interns and medics, their lives just seem to be crap. They rarely sleep (yuck), they knowingly eat all sorts of crap (because they don't have time), half of them are Jews and the other half are Asians and all of them are crazy, and all of them have this manic phobia of lower than 80% on a test.

Seven years of tests! Oh shit.

Not only that, most medics get up at six. SIX! Holy shit. I get up at 7:40 and that's still early for me.

I pity whoever's going to be my patient.

And since I get a year as a regular uni student, I'm lucky. If I had to go straight into med school, that would suck. "Okay! First day! Let's name this cadaver."

No, seriously. This is apparently what goes through the classrooms.

Mother's already going neurotic. As we know, Mother is bordering OC disorder (no, not the TV show). And I have a feeling I'm going to start being immune to the thought of the virus. A la example:

Mother: What did you do today?
Me: Oh, we had to go through the feces of a Dysentery patient. Where's the strawberry jam?

So, I'm going to enjoy my last summer doing absolutely nothing productive. Viva laziness.