My Weekend, My Friend the Cowfish
I am now a little more than two months shy of completing the Caribbean portion of my medical school adventure, and even though I am a little more than two weeks shy of next round of exams I grow to appreciate this place more each day. The weekend has been typical so far. Up at 6 and at my desk by 7. I had a hard time finding my study mojo.. e-mailed friends updated my (gulp) facebook page picked up someone at the airport… Did laundry, had a banana peanut smoothie and shopped for school supplies while my clothes dried. I went to see my mechanic, the fabulous Phil, who tirelessly chases down electrical problems in my car and who had the muffler re-welded in place after I had knocked it loose.
Rumor has it that we will be getting a list of available clinical centers on Monday. I have an ugly scary and official type USMLE step I application to fill out online so I can pay $700 for the privilege of sitting down for 8 hours and disgorging the entire contents of the first two years of medical school curriculum via multiple choice questions that reflect only obliquely my ability (or lack there of) to perform in a clinical setting. As they say in Jane Austen novels.. what joy is mine. This is why I need to visit the fish. By the by.. all the pictures are on the beach that is a 5 to 10 minute walk down the hill from my place. Jealous? Nah.. you have to be a weirdlett like me to want to study this much.. and to think that TB treatments are almost as cool as the fish..
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