The Final Hours

I don't know if you noticed the little countdown over there------>

I, personally, had nightmares last night of clocks and counters and gigantic exploding brains.

Only 4 hours left.

And then you won't have to hear me complain about chemistry anymore this year.

It'll start again in 2010.

Ah..that joke never gets old.

Dear Chemistry Final,

Dear Chemistry Final,

You are all that is left.

All that stands between me and the grade I really want in this class.

You. Me.

Bring it.

With blood, sweat & tears,
The 30something premed

Border line crazy

There, I said it. This is nuts.

Who on earth told me that I could do this?

Home school 4 children, take care of a grandpa AND go back to school?


I must be border-line crazy.

Or all out crazy.

The good news is....I only have 1 week to go in the semester. At this time next week I will be cramming chemistry down my throat like it was a deep dish Chicago-style pizza.

Only less tasty.

In the meantime, I gave my biology presentation and turned in a paper for that today.

I have a chemistry EXAM tomorrow.

A biology EXAM the next day (not to mention two separate doc appts that I get to take people to).

And a Chem final next Wednesday.

And that's it. Not too bad, really.

Then Christmas. Oh yeah! Forgot about that! Shopping? Decorating? Baking?

Wait. I did bake with the boys today.

Turns out chocolate is good for the brain.

And...that I like crazy.

Just wait until I tell you what classes I'm taking NEXT semester!

Dear Biology Professor

Dear Biology Professor,

You are now my favorite professor in the entire world. Not having to take the final because of my current 'A' is the best Christmas present ever.

I shall now remove the countdown widget.

With utmost respect,
The 30something premed

Proud Pre-Med Mama Moment

Today while speaking with my chemistry prof, my 4 year old made me one proud Mama.

Here's the tale:

Wednesday, whilst shadowing a doc, I asked about the differences in "new breeds" of medication. He answered and I had no idea what he said. He sort of sounded like the teacher on Charlie Brown. I mean, I caught a few of the words but...not enough.

So I asked my Chem prof today.

He whipped out his models and was showing me the differences in left handed and right handed isomers and really, I understood what he meant.

Apparently, so did my 4 year old.

He said, "Hey those colors match!"

To which CP (chem prof) responded, "That's right, there's blue, green and white..."

4yo: "Wait, White is NOT a color."

CP: "um, what did he just say?"

Yup, I'm raising a little army of nerds. And I am PROUD of it.

Meet Ed

Ed and I have been hanging out lately.

Yes. He is a toy, "a child's play thing" so to speak but, we're bonding, Ed & I. And his lovely flash cards that accompany him.

He's taught me so many things, like the 4 parts of the colon and that surgery might not be the best area of medicine for me to pursue.

You know, because most people don't want their livers dropped on the floor*.

So, Ed and I have been chillin'. Learning a bit about each other and prepping for that lovely A & P class and that test which shall not be named that is quickly approaching.

*Ed survived the trauma, although I think he might be in shock. He hasn't spoken a word since.