Well, the countdown continues. 5 weeks and 4 days until my black belt test. Did you hear me, FIVE WEEKS AND FOUR DAYS!!!! Holy man.
My Mondays are pretty much all about training - I do about an hour of self-training at the school, followed by an hour of death-training with the trainer at the gym. Then, Physics, then in the evening 1 - 2 hours of kung fu class, and once a month (last night) there is brown/black belt class at 7 star which I also attend. I was VERY tired when I came home last night. I'm upping my personal training for the rest of this month to 2x/week. It's really helping with my conditioning, I can't imagine trying to do this without help!
On the upside - the test is at the beginning of the Summer, which means I get to show off my finely-tuned machine of a body for the remainder of swimsuit season. :)
There are only 3 more weeks left of the quarter - one more exam and then the final. I think I did pretty well on that last exam, but I won't know until tomorrow.
Tonight my dad arrives for 2 weeks! I'm very excited, as is Lucy. I told her she could stay up late and wait for him to arrive, so long as she has a nap at school today. Hurray for grampas and free babysitters! Heh.
I have been working hard on my AMCAS application (the central application for medical school). I have a pretty reasonable rough draft of my personal statement, which is the hard part. I have filled out *most* of the rest of it - now it's just a matter of fine-tuning and then of course waiting until August 20 to take my MCAT.
I've been feeling so committed to getting into medical school, that I realized that if i don't get in, I will be devastated.... let's not go there.
My Summer is going to be crazy. I think I will have to quit or at least minimize the clinic, which makes me utterly sad. But I need to do everything I can to crank the MCAT. I am so looking forward to that being over...
Well, time for me to get Grampa's bed and room ready.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
The Ego Gets a Stroke
In the clinic the other day, Dr. C took me aside to aske me what *I* thought about the other student - a Nurse Practitioner student who is doing a rotation in the peds clinic. Me, a premed with absolutely no training (yet). I gave her my opinion - basically that the student is nice, but that she relies mainly on her knowledge of text, follows the form she wants to fill out, and doesn't listen to the experience of the parents. This is clearly frustrating for parents, which (when she's taking a history) is usually when i step in basically to repeat something a parent said.
Anyway, Dr. C completely agreed with me and told me she was glad it wasn't just her, (there were some other things that bothered her as well) and she was going to have a talk with her.
*puffs chest out with pride*
I just felt like she really trusted my opinion and also that she viewed me as a capable person in the medical field. Hurray!
It's nice to get noticed.
Also, I sort of kicked my Physics test's ass today. Well, maybe not, but it felt pretty OK. It's so hard to tell.
Lucy is calling me, "I'm ready for you mama!!!!!" Time to put the little booger to bed.
Anyway, Dr. C completely agreed with me and told me she was glad it wasn't just her, (there were some other things that bothered her as well) and she was going to have a talk with her.
*puffs chest out with pride*
I just felt like she really trusted my opinion and also that she viewed me as a capable person in the medical field. Hurray!
It's nice to get noticed.
Also, I sort of kicked my Physics test's ass today. Well, maybe not, but it felt pretty OK. It's so hard to tell.
Lucy is calling me, "I'm ready for you mama!!!!!" Time to put the little booger to bed.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
More Angry Moments
Lucy: I'm mad!
Papa: Why are you so mad?
Lucy: Because mama drank my FRICKIN' water!
Papa: Why are you so mad?
Lucy: Because mama drank my FRICKIN' water!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
New Forms of Protest
I walked in to the house yesterday to find my daughter bare-bottomed.
"What happened to your pants?"
"I was so mad, I took off my pants."
"Oh."
"What happened to your pants?"
"I was so mad, I took off my pants."
"Oh."
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