Black Sheep

The abilities of the internet usually manage to surprise me*.  Needless to say, I was glad to discover that there are lots of page views on days that I post. 

People read my blog. 

:3


In other news, I'm working on added colored bits to my clear glass in glassblowing, which has been awesome except for when it's been really hard.  Really hard, as in, each of my first three attempts has somehow or other managed to fail epically. 

All three of them.**

The first^ wasn't cool enough when I went to gather more glass and mostly ran onto the floor during my desperate speed-walk to the bench; there wasn't time before class to turn it into a paperweight.  The second^^ cracked from cooling too quickly while I was helping another person with kiln doors and such because his paperweight was overly large***.  I overheated the third^^^ right before I finished it and it fell off in the drip pan at the end of the bench with a shattery-sounding sort of splat. 

And the project is due Friday#. 

Hopefully, all ends well.


More important than bemoaning the current disaster of glass class is to announce that I have returned from a trip enlightened and impassioned, which is always a good thing.  Especially when it will help my study practices.

I am part of an excellent scholarship program supporting the training of medical personnel, and as part of this program I went on a trip to a nearby-ish medical school## that graduates from the program attend.

I loved it. 

The school is in an actual city###--with bookstores and nice restaurants and more than one stoplight--and did anyone ever mention that med school is amazing?  Yes, they try to destroy you with more information in one day than I sometimes see in a week.

And yes, I just shrugged this off as lightly as I would a coat.

This entire process of earning a Bachelor's is littered with nasty little inconsequential things I don't want to think about anyway.  Humanities?  Bah.  Physical activity classes?  Pullox.  Introduction to communication?  Humbug. 

Discussing seeing patients and spending two hours in a gross anatomy lab> and contemplating the white coats>> made driving back to my little state college awful. 

I didn't want to leave.

So, despite hating chemistry with an all-consuming passion, I have returned renewed.  I will get into med school.  I will finish in this program.  And I will be a doctor.

Bwaha.  :)



*It learns stuff while I'm busy studying and working.  I come back and it jumps up and down and says, "See!  I do new things now, and some old things better!  :D" 
No need to mock me, I just don't pay as much attention to the web as would be nice.

**  D'B

^blue bits

^^black-and-white bits in a dot pattern

^^^red and white bits

***No good deed goes unpunished.  I never believed this before in my life.

#This wouldn't be such an issue except the thing needs 24 hours to cool and at least 15 minutes on the grinding wheel which means I have to make an excellent one+ tomorrow between my make-up test, and class, and rugby.  Ugh.

+At least one.  More than that would be nice, though, too.  :(

##Nearby-ish = 9 hours on a bus each way.  Xl

###My definition of 'city' here is slightly different than the usual interpretation: the location in question has a population a little greater than 400 thousand.  Which is small, I know.

>Gross = large amounts.  As in, cadavers.  The smell is . . . special, let me tell you.

>>Those students who are not full-fledged MDs yet have shorter coats than the doctors.  They still looked professional.+

+The idea of being professionally dressed every day excites me.  I have too many unworn classy clothes.  :3