Venting

I am worn out. When you spend most of your time with your nose in the books, or in my case in class notes, there comes a point in time when you don't want to do anything. Spring break is in a week and a half.

I am already behind on my studies after one day. I went to my preceptor yesterday and a kid with the flu coughed right in my face. Now I am wishing I had gotten the shot!!! I haven't made questions for yesterday, so now I have 7 hours of lectures to make questions for. Oh well.

I overslept today. I accidentally reset my alarm clook for 6:49PM. oops. I was woken up by Chris ringing my doorbell. I went outside in my PJ's to tell him to go without me. I got out of the house in 10 minutes and managed to only be to minutes late to class. Yesterday I missed the first two lectures because I didn't get to sleep until 2:00 the night before. I figured that I was going to sleep no matter where I was so better to do it at home. That way I don't look stupid and I don't insult the prof. Good thing they were given by the guy I describe below.

I have been terrible about communication. I have fallen way behind on emails and phone calls. I just want to get through until next friday (NOT this friday) and then it'll be a bit easier, I hope.

My recent injury to my pelvis is still hurting. I wish I could work out, but I need to let myself heal before I put more stress on it. I hope it goes away soon. I'm tired of hurting when I walk, especially up stairs.

One of our teachers is no good. He reads from his notes. Today, I would bet that more than half of the class left for his lectures. I made my study questions while he was talking.

Enough of this. Time to get caught up on those questions.