Hypocrite?

August 29th, 2007

I was bored and slightly curious so I went to visit a certain person’s blog.  Apparently she is fuming mad about a woman trying to take away her man.  And I quote: “Her attempts to undermine M and I’s relationship really pissed me off.”  I find this hilarious because only a month and a half ago that’s exactly what she was trying to do to my relationship.  Hm.  Well, now at least she knows how I felt.

Adventures in GRE-Taking

August 24th, 2007

I’m on my way to the GRE. I feel 90% prepared and pretty confident. I have my work outfit all picked out and hung up in the back seat and my comfy jammy pants on. I have my backpack filled with flash cards, study books, snacks, pencils, and vitamin C water (courtesy of the best friend in the world).

Hi, down the stairs to your right, fill out this form, read and sign this, have a seat, please come with me, may I see your driver’s license or passport?

I’m feeling around in my backpack for my wallet but it isn’t making itself easy to find. Set down backpack, dig around some more. Realization starts to sink in. But maybe I put it in the little pocket… nope. Big pocket? Nothing but books. Can I run and check to see if it fell out in my car? Sure, but I absolutely have to start your test by 9:30 so hurry. Run to the bus stop, will the bus to fly to my car, glance hopefully at the passenger seat. Empty. No point in going back to the testing center, there’s no way I can make it home and back in time. This cannot be happening. I’m out $170 and I’ll have to take the test later.

I arrive home dejected to see my wallet on my floor where my backpack had been sitting last night. I can almost laugh but not quite.

Momporium

August 18th, 2007

My mother hosted an open house for her farm tonight and bought food for 75 people.  Six showed up.  You know what that means… free food for Emily!  Brats and burgers and homemade potato salad (not that I like potatoes all the sudden, but I know people who do) and fruit and veggies and ice cream and sherbet and beer and sodas.  God bless my mother.

Lisa comes home on Monday!  I know every person ever in the history of history has probably thought to themselves, “That was the fastest summer of my life!  Time seems to fly by more quickly every year,” but that is exactly how I’m feeling.  I didn’t get to do any of the things I had wanted to spend my summer doing, like riding bikes to the park and having picnics and reading in the hammock on the back patio and whittling down my Netflix list.  Although most of those things didn’t happen because it was so gosh-darn hot.  I did manage to read several books and watch many many episodes of Star Trek.  Can you feel the nerdiness?  But yeah, as I was saying, I’ll be thrilled to have my sister and roommate back.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I believe the (free) rocky road is calling my name.

Fin (Part 1, At Least)

August 17th, 2007

Organic chemistry is out of my life forever!  Celebrate!  That is, as long as I don’t have to use it in biochemistry, which I suspect will be the case.  But it’s out of my life for another week!

I only pulled a C- in the course, but raising my o chem 2 grade from an F to a C- brought my GPA up to 3.27, so I’m still pretty thrilled.  One more semester of A’s and I just might make it to a 3.3, which I think would greatly improve my chances of getting into PT school.

Now for that GRE thing, and those observation hours, and that whole CPR certification dealie.  If applying to grad school is this stressful, I really hate to think about how bad it’ll be to actually attend.

If You Like Pina Coladas

August 12th, 2007

I just got home from a “guest bartender” stint at my old haunt.  Tom (my ex boss) said he would be there to help me with the new POS system and everything, but he never showed up.  Jerk.  One of the bartenders there gave me a 30-second tour of the system and then I was on my own.  I got the hang of it, but good lord it was busy, and I was about to get lost in the weeds when Jen showed up and helped me out.  My feet hurt, my legs ache, my shoulders are having muscle spasms… but I’m also $200 richer than I was this morning.  So despite all the crappy aspects of the night, I almost want to go back to bartending.

(Almost.)

Summary

August 9th, 2007

In a last-ditch attempt to study for my o chem final, I have condensed the entire semester onto 4 pages, front and back.  It probably took me 4 hours, and I now have all 78 reactions I need to know laid out in front of me.  Yes, you read that right: 78 reactions.  And I don’t just have to know those in “A + B = what” format.  I have to know “A + what = C.”  And “what + B = C.”  And which electrons move where during the process.  And there’s my all-time favorite: start with this, end with this, and show us all 47 steps in between.  Now you see why I’ve been bitching so much?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have much memorization to do before 9 am.  Pray for me.

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

August 9th, 2007

The cost of my education is something that’s always floating around at the back of my mind somewhere.  I rarely actually sit down and think about it (because that’d just be scary) but occasionally the little green balloon pops up in my field of vision and demands attention.  Like every summer when I have to fill out my FAFSA.  And every time I think about graduating from PT school.

Well apparently now that I’m 23, the federal government doesn’t expect my parents to pay for my education anymore.  Of course, they aren’t helping out any less than usual, but Uncle Sam doesn’t need to know that.  I just looked at my financial aid awards for the year and I’m eligible for no less than FIVE grants.  As in FREE MONEY.  As in money that I NEVER HAVE TO GIVE BACK.  As in - oh, you get the picture.

Obviously I should have fucked around for 4 years and THEN started going to college.  I would have saved myself about $20,000 in loans.  Part of this seems really fucked up, but right now I’m just reveling in the free money high and I don’t really want to think about it too hard.  Who has time to be mad when the government has just given you $9,000?