Irk

I remember when a 99 cent only store opened up down the street around the corner, my aunt bought everything from there. I went with her one day, and she spent $45. At the dollar store! Goes to show that little things add up.

Last Thursday, I had some time to see an HPO advisor. I told her I need a kick in the butt to tell me which direction I should decide on and what seems like a realistic goal. She glanced over my transcript, says "oh my" a few times, folded her hands on the desk and said, "from what I'm seeing in your science GPA, you're not a very competitive candidate for med school."

"Well that's what I came to talk to you about. Is it so far gone that med school is a wasted effort now?"

"Well you still have 2 years left here at UT,....but I see here that you brought in a 4.0 from a community college. Here's the thing: UT is a very research driven institution. The professors teach the material, but test you above the material....[blah blah blah] maybe a 4 year university like UT is just not for you. I'm suggesting, and I know you might not like to hear this, that you attend a different university to get your degree...."

My poker face was almost as good as when I saw the tallywacky patient with the exception of wetter eyeballs.

Last Friday, I opened a bottle of Vanilla Coke at my desk. It went ballistic and sprayed everything, including my computer. So I quickly grabbed a towel and dried everything up. Thankfully, only the number 7 key was really sticky. I tried to not mind. How often do I need to use it, anyway? Oh yea, my UTEID, my password, my biostatistics project...and so it drove me crazy. I Googled "how to fix sticky keyboard" to make sure I can do it right, and followed the directions. Popped of the number 7 key, and wiped the sticky coke off with a damp Q-tip. So now I don't have a sticky number 7 key anymore. But I also now don't have a number 7 key.

I have a big test on Tuesday, and I have one good study buddy from the class. He doesn't like my study buddy however, and forbids me to hang out with him. He gets grumpy every time and I understand why, but this is about my grades.

So I didn't really give a damn. I'm applying one year later than typical to allow some time to turn my grades into gold as an offering to med school admissions.