And by tasting it, I mean coffee. Either that or the dry mouth secondary to coffee's diuretic effect.
But seriously, just a week away from being in the Caribbean. Doing. Nothing. I've never worked so hard schoolwise for so long. Boards: June 4. St. Thomas: June 7.
This is the weather down there. Don't get me wrong, Chicago's beautiful in the summer. But, it's all relative. And not Saint Thomas.
I'm way too exhausted and lazy to write anything substantial. Maybe later I'll outline one of my boards studying days just to show how long and lame they are. Anyway, pics are said to be worth a thousand words. I'm thinking this might be my style for at least the next two weeks, if that. So here you go.
Some of us were out in the Humboldt Park neighborhood (~4 miles NW from me) for brunch a few weekends ago. Needless to say, it gets real out there. It was Sunday morning around 9, and even as an urbanite, I honestly felt a little uneasy walking around out there. By chance, we parked under this street sign. A picture was of course required. (While we made sure the photographer didn't get jumped. Half serious statement there.) Given the ominous sign (no pun intended), the brunch place was surprisingly yuppified and had good Southern style food.
T-minus less than two weeks from boards. Boo. However, that also puts me at ~2.5 weeks away from St. Thomas. Here's our hotel. Hell. Yeah. (!!!)
A few totally unrelated, but more serious things. Congrats to those graduating - being done with school is pretty much baller. Also, hopefully none of you had anything serious happen back home on account of that storm last week. Personally, a tree introduced itself to the side of my sister's Camry. The Camry lost that encounter.
Anyway, the above title applies both literally and figuratively for the foreseeable future. I've got boards coming up on June 4th, and it's go time. Two years of med school reviewed in ~three weeks. I've been in half-ass mode for the past few weeks, but that's not gonna fly anymore. I've finally started feeling overwhelmed and panicked - to where I'm entertaining thoughts of failing...forcing me to get my ass in gear. Some might say I'm flipping my shit. Either way, no more jackassing, no more excuses - it's gotta be balls to the wall from here on in. So much information, so much integration. My last practice block owned me, at 45%. *sigh*
Sure, I did well in undergrad. But I was actually trying pretty hard then. I've for sure been trying the past two years, just not as hard as I could've been. Mostly on account of mild indifference towards grades. Now that I legitimately care, it's been surprisingly hard to get motivated - this is the one exam where I actually wanna do well. Personal problem, sure. Still a problem though.
In reference to "yawn," that'd refer to both the sheer lameness of the next few weeks and the amount of sleep I'll be getting. Decreased sleep on account of studying to some extent. But I've also gotta maintain my sanity somehow - keeping up on a few shows and keeping a (somewhat) reasonable weekend life. Both are little things to look forward to. A friend once proposed something interesting in undergrad that I feel particularly applies now: "welcome to [boards], pick two of the three: sleep, study, party."
In terms of big picture things to look forward to, some of us are gonna head down to St. Thomas for a week right after boards. I'm obviously ridiculously excited for that trip. Because 1.) I'll be done with boards 2.) I can veg out and do absolutely NOTHING 3.) hello Caribbean!
Until then, fml.
