Grasping At Straws
I have entered my 11th month of medical school, going on the longest school year I have ever experienced. But on the first week of the 11th month, an odd thing occurred to me. I was sitting in lecture and I discovered that I had absolutely no idea what day it was. Thursday? Friday? I have never felt so disoriented in my life, and you're reading something by a guy who said on his sister's bat mitzvah video "hey it's your sister here". From this initial moment of disorientation, I looked back on the last few months and realized the entire thing was a blur. I have been going through the motions for so long, but the added fatigue has clouded me up so much that I can't even keep track of basic things. Pretty soon I'm going to forget to put my pants on.
Anyways, maybe there really was no point to this at all, but I think that 11 months straight of school is a bit much for this guy, because I am pooped and I never even do any work in the first place so I can't imagine what other people in our class must be feeling like. Basically, I just feel like some schumck sitting at a restaurant trying to grasp at a straw but not being able to.
In other news, remember that average movie with John Travolta and Nicolas Cage called Face/Off? With that ridiculous premise about changing faces? Well. Enjoy.
Also, I would like to give a shout out to my fellow classmate David, who happened upon my blog and noticed that much of my writings concern him and his now 19 year old pursuits to get ass. He decided to start his own blog in my honor, and now I know what it must feel like to be a proud father. And yes ladies, he's still available. (As am I, but that's for another time)