tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433883376741392492024-02-07T03:51:47.627-06:00thirtysomething pre-medMy life as a thirty-something premed student.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-50722239779509420262010-03-25T06:30:00.002-05:002010-03-25T06:33:47.503-05:00Multi-taskingApparently, a 30something premed doesn't have much time to blog but I didn't recently run my own experiment.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hypothesis</span>: It is possible to blow dry your hair and put on your pants at the same time.<br />Objective: We will determine the possibility of blow drying your hair and putting on your pants at the same time.<br />Method: At the risk of sounding redundant...trying to do the aforementioned. At. The. Same. Time.<br />Conclusion: It is, indeed, possible to put on your pants and blow dry your hair at the same time. <br /><br />I really need a life. Or an extra hour.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-63798717471632679532010-02-08T12:16:00.002-06:002010-02-08T12:17:32.754-06:00What I learned todayIn my very hardcore biology class today, I learned the following:<br /><br />If you are ever chased by an alligator, do not run straight ahead.<br /><br />Zig-zag.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Apparently, alligators can't corner</span>.<br /><br />Yup. I did. I learned that today.<br /><br />Yup.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-62595296722898044592010-02-02T08:36:00.003-06:002010-02-02T08:48:35.316-06:00A Day in the Life...This may or may not be a typical day in the life of the 30-something premed:<br /><br />5:30am-alarm goes off, begin bartering with yourself over today's activities. If you get up to work out, then you can take a nap later. You know this won't happen but, for some reason you believe yourself, and get out of bed.<br /><br />5:40- Check face book.<br /><br />5:45- leave for the gym, spend the next hour convincing yourself that exercise is good for you. Really.<br /><br />6:45- head home. Find hubby scrounging through the cabinets trying to figure out what is for breakfast since you, with all your free time, have still not gotten around to buying groceries<br /><br />7:15- shower, get dressed, attempt to fix hair and apply make-up.<br /><br />7:50- ship husband and oldest son out the door, frantically search for the rest of your children and their belongings. <br /><br />8:15- take rest of school age crew to their destination. <br /><br />8:20- Come home with 4 year old who commences to tell you that he wet the bed last night. Throw 4 year old in tub & proceed with operation fastest bath ever, grab wet sheets off bed, head to laundry room where you discover you sort of left a load of laundry in the washer for a few days. Rewash said load. <br /><br />9:00 - Spend next 30 minutes desperately trying to tidy neglected house.<br /><br />9:30- sit down and watch Diego with clean 4 year old. <br /><br />Then- leave for class, spend hours absorbing more information than your aging brain can legally handle.<br /><br />The rest of the day goes a bit like this: Pick up kids, make snack, help with homework, work on your own homework, run to gymnastics, run home, answer a million questions, realize that you forgot to put the sheets in the washer 5 minutes before bed time, pull out a sleeping bag from the camping supplies, realize how sweet peace actually sounds and....<br /><br />Fall asleep.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-91510327674036927342010-01-27T12:37:00.002-06:002010-01-27T12:41:50.007-06:002nd semesterWell. Where did January go?<br /><br />I know where mine went.<br /><br />All to microbiology. <br /><br />Let me just tell you, that was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ROCKIN</span>' class. Loved it. Seriously.<br /><br />Sort of wish I could take that again instead of chemistry this semester.<br /><br />Oh, who am I kidding, I REALLY wish I could take it again.<br /><br />So, today starts "spring" semester, although, spring is no where to be seen.<br /><br />Biology, Chemistry, Genetics and a Practicum.<br /><br />Sort of double my credit load. Sort of...<br /><br />Hopefully I'll have time to write more! I have so much to say and say little time to actually say it!<br /><br />Except for at night, when I talk in my sleep...but that's a whole '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nother</span> story.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-28502494971433458592010-01-04T08:09:00.002-06:002010-01-04T08:12:50.492-06:00New year, new youOk, not really a new <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>, but it IS a new year. <br /><br />Which brings a WHOLE lot of changes.<br /><br />Like my boys enrolling in public school.<br /><br />And my Grandpa staying with my mom for a few weeks.<br /><br />And a new class for me.<br /><br />Life is about to turn completely upside down around here. <br /><br />For the good or for the bad.<br /><br />It's a new year.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-19822328352062752822009-12-16T08:16:00.003-06:002009-12-16T08:22:17.839-06:00The Final HoursI don't know if you <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdRxqd9PstAhfDvEoEE9Cjo2Zzpn8iitYCgeqvq1yEVG1nvCcsyhx05Pd25gJ9tp2iy6mym0gy3Z94uOUokgQsy2UM7EXC7mKpjniH4B0hsA-3zHotj2gaF_kQ5i-y8BMjsVLx7kBqFr8/s1600-h/000b0172.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdRxqd9PstAhfDvEoEE9Cjo2Zzpn8iitYCgeqvq1yEVG1nvCcsyhx05Pd25gJ9tp2iy6mym0gy3Z94uOUokgQsy2UM7EXC7mKpjniH4B0hsA-3zHotj2gaF_kQ5i-y8BMjsVLx7kBqFr8/s320/000b0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415838797274290898" border="0" /></a>noticed the little countdown over there------><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I, personally, had nightmares last night of clocks and counters and gigantic exploding brains</span>.<br /><br />Only 4 hours left.<br /><br />And then you won't have to hear me complain about chemistry anymore this year.<br /><br />It'll start again in 2010.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ah..that joke never gets old.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmJqkMSGIrO_9ToSA3rxA1QX0RtuAxmhF6GIszCq6KT5FzCgyuGvo2PLkHX396Yv1b0Vq0Jq8Hf3BRWHfGYh1xhFQN6SlpU3_4JwS5K7GJuoMqpKadmM-vrO8zYgor0HaYIJrUJB8bUQ/s1600-h/000b0173.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmJqkMSGIrO_9ToSA3rxA1QX0RtuAxmhF6GIszCq6KT5FzCgyuGvo2PLkHX396Yv1b0Vq0Jq8Hf3BRWHfGYh1xhFQN6SlpU3_4JwS5K7GJuoMqpKadmM-vrO8zYgor0HaYIJrUJB8bUQ/s320/000b0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415838805901871186" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-22062757765226160592009-12-11T07:22:00.003-06:002009-12-11T07:23:28.674-06:00Dear Chemistry Final,Dear Chemistry Final,<br /><br />You are all that is left.<br /><br />All that stands between me and the grade I really want in this class.<br /><br />You. Me.<br /><br />Bring it.<br /><br />With blood, sweat & tears,<br />The 30something premedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-7671464370654726012009-12-08T17:13:00.004-06:002009-12-08T17:18:55.559-06:00Border line crazyThere, I said it. This is nuts.<br /><br />Who on earth told me that I could do this?<br /><br />Home school 4 children, take care of a grandpa AND go back to school?<br /><br /><br />I must be border-line crazy.<br /><br />Or all out crazy.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Only less tasty</span>.<br /><br />In the meantime, I gave my biology presentation and turned in a paper for that today.<br /><br />I have a chemistry EXAM tomorrow.<br /><br />A biology EXAM the next day (not to mention two separate doc <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appts</span> that I get to take people to).<br /><br />And a Chem final next Wednesday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONPn9E8v_RgBhAp9OgvW6Brx_KrM2p1MqD-3PE-cPHU8DiRDWkyw1dtc39Xn-SgAcQVTjYarCyvNnjtjZbTnT7BoL5O-z-oH7iZUR-5_FKgpJpAilQ_jodrFNZDOKCjZjh2o599q9-YQ/s1600-h/000_0106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONPn9E8v_RgBhAp9OgvW6Brx_KrM2p1MqD-3PE-cPHU8DiRDWkyw1dtc39Xn-SgAcQVTjYarCyvNnjtjZbTnT7BoL5O-z-oH7iZUR-5_FKgpJpAilQ_jodrFNZDOKCjZjh2o599q9-YQ/s200/000_0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413008451114100434" border="0" /></a><br />And that's it. <span style="font-style: italic;">Not too bad, really</span>.<br /><br />Then Christmas. Oh yeah! Forgot about that! Shopping? Decorating? Baking?<br /><br />Wait. I did bake with the boys today.<br /><br />Turns out chocolate is good for the brain. <br /><br />And...that I like crazy. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Just wait until I tell you what classes I'm taking NEXT semester!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-67601842242176997542009-12-04T21:51:00.002-06:002009-12-04T21:54:53.640-06:00Dear Biology ProfessorDear Biology Professor,<br /><br />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. <br /><br />I shall now remove the countdown widget.<br /><br />With utmost respect,<br />The 30something premedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-66893132372403520182009-12-02T05:58:00.000-06:002009-12-02T05:58:00.929-06:00Proud Pre-Med Mama MomentToday while speaking with my chemistry prof, my 4 year old made me one proud Mama.<br /><br />Here's the tale:<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/johnny/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />So I asked my Chem prof today.<br /><br />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.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:d5T-ezLARX3_UM:http://www.weeds.iastate.edu/mgmt/qtr00-1/isomer1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 74px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:d5T-ezLARX3_UM:http://www.weeds.iastate.edu/mgmt/qtr00-1/isomer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Apparently, so did my 4 year old.<br /><br />He said, "Hey those colors match!"<br /><br />To which CP (chem prof) responded, "That's right, there's blue, green and white..."<br /><br />4yo: "Wait, White is NOT a color."<br /><br />CP: "um, what did he just say?"<br /><br />Yup, I'm raising a little army of nerds. And I am PROUD of it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-76694104587821338682009-12-01T08:10:00.000-06:002009-12-01T08:10:18.554-06:00Meet Ed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguczXMj1666gvCidJjzmm6d6unbtUd1OTrsbeI9aTFlpudqvuKdZ3c1V0Qofqat9Px230kVmAt8OFnmqctDa8xinPGfyy6_0di5SW-dPxEenDpCqfY1mxS4Zu26ZWA9ZTh6RMmUDBLThI/s1600/100_9204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguczXMj1666gvCidJjzmm6d6unbtUd1OTrsbeI9aTFlpudqvuKdZ3c1V0Qofqat9Px230kVmAt8OFnmqctDa8xinPGfyy6_0di5SW-dPxEenDpCqfY1mxS4Zu26ZWA9ZTh6RMmUDBLThI/s320/100_9204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409954599917823874" border="0" /></a>Ed and I have been hanging out lately.<br /><br />Yes. He is a toy, <span style="font-style: italic;">"a child's play thing</span>" so to speak but, we're bonding, Ed & I. And his lovely flash cards that accompany him.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />You know, because most people don't want their livers dropped on the floor*.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>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.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*Ed survived the trauma</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">although I think he might be in shock. He hasn't spoken a word since.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-83747586059347073892009-11-30T10:35:00.002-06:002009-11-30T10:36:11.821-06:00Memorable Monday"When things get really small, they start acting really strange." -chem prof.<br /><br />(not sure if he was taking about atoms or my children....)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-32846703726564550322009-11-29T23:22:00.003-06:002009-11-29T23:24:03.161-06:00Time is running out.I added a couple of countdowns to my blog page. It is almost time for finals! <br /><br />UNBELIEVABLE!<br /><br />Semester #1 is almost over.<br /><br />13 months until the MCATS.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But that's a whole 'nother countdown that I am NOT ready to begin</span>.<br /><br />First.<br /><br />Chemistry.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-57176953628526206982009-11-17T11:35:00.002-06:002009-11-17T11:42:34.241-06:00When I Grow Up....I just finished my paper for biology.<br /><br />It was all about what I want to do when I grow up.<br /><br />If only I hadn't asked myself this question a hundred thousand times in the last 5 minutes, then maybe it would have been easier to write.<br /><br />Or something like that.<br /><br />And really, it's not like I have to commit to whatever I wrote down on that paper...it's just that writing it down makes it all seem so much more real. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not that the hours upon hours of homework aren't making it that real, you know..</span>..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-73321528463553158472009-11-14T10:52:00.004-06:002009-11-14T10:57:20.288-06:00Saturday (clever title, eh?)It's Saturday. <br /><br />Aren't you supposed to get to sleep until noon on Saturday? <br /><br />Yeah, but not me. Today I will be:<br /><br />1. Writing TWO separate reports<br />2. Taking ONE practice test<br />3. Taking TWO online quizzes<br />4. Redoing ONE biology exam for extra credit<br />5. Making a menu for a family of 7 to last until December<br />6. Cleaning the house of 7 people for the first time since September. (JUST kidding...sort of)<br />7. Grading my 5th graders math from last week<br />8. Making next week's lesson plans<br />9. Smacking myself on the head repeatedly while chanting "what was I thinking? what was I thinking? what was I thinking?"<br /><br />So, go out and enjoy your Saturday and pity me. I will gladly accept it. <br /><br />I made my bed...now if only I could lie in it!<br /><br />...what was I thinking....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-33634989659891593382009-11-13T08:10:00.003-06:002009-11-13T08:14:17.071-06:00Dear fellow pre-med students,My good friend gave me this shirt to wear at school today:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU9O1QOoXs5gTSZKoMS8nwLo172DQr-V8DbADvq01N2r3wrneKVVJ6Zf0N9jjS7xA5SE_ok6jU__EEqtchA8vLOg18FmD7qgw9-uW2ihAnq8fhFiPBtd72iIxdnlPm9AFoW-hn0y4d2k/s1600-h/100_9022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU9O1QOoXs5gTSZKoMS8nwLo172DQr-V8DbADvq01N2r3wrneKVVJ6Zf0N9jjS7xA5SE_ok6jU__EEqtchA8vLOg18FmD7qgw9-uW2ihAnq8fhFiPBtd72iIxdnlPm9AFoW-hn0y4d2k/s320/100_9022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403590931494664258" border="0" /></a><br />I hope you aren't easily offended by the truth!<br /><br />Warmest regards,<br />The 30something premed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-34842861462314524462009-11-10T21:36:00.003-06:002009-11-10T21:44:43.755-06:00Tonight I miss teachingEver have one of those moments when you think to your self, "Self, what in the world are you doing?"<br /><br />And then you respond to yourself "Well, Self, I have no earthly CLUE what I am doing...."<br /><br />Yeah, I had one of those moments tonight.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, I have those moments OFTEN</span>. Tonight's was just more prolific.<br /><br />I miss teaching. I do. I really enjoyed the classroom. I love the interaction with the students. I even, gasp, loved the grading and the lesson plans and the teacher's meetings.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So, what the heck am I doing in pre-med? </span><br /><br />We had a colloquium at school (isn't that a fun word?) this evening and we heard 3 science teachers talk about how great their jobs are, trying to convince us that education is a great career choice. I found myself nodding my head so hard that it now currently hurts. <br /><br />And then, in lab this evening, I (SHOCKER) actually understood the calculations and was able to teach them to a few other groups and it just made my heart ache for the classroom.<br /><br />Granted, I'm not sure which I am more excited about...the understanding or the teaching...<br /><br />However, for tonight, I just miss teaching.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-31374543638983079302009-11-09T18:27:00.001-06:002009-11-09T18:28:50.396-06:00Another Reason...What <a href="http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-so-does-anyone-actually-read-my-blog.html">this girl</a> does every day is another reason why I am going into medicine...grab kleenex and go read.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-78269271960811118872009-11-06T11:39:00.002-06:002009-11-06T12:14:52.075-06:00The DifferenceI am trying to figure out what the difference is between my chemistry and biology courses. I mean, there are obvious differences, like content and such. There are just some underlying oddities that make me go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hmmm</span>....<br /><br />(which then makes me want to break into some C & C Music Factory songs...but I digress).<br /><br />Here is one example: last week I had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kickin</span>' Chemistry exam. I literally spent 24 hours (I counted) studying for that exam and still did not do as well as I hoped. Little bit of crying was done. For sure. <span style="font-style: italic;">I am a girl with real emotions, after all</span>. <br /><br />I have a biology exam in 15 minutes that I am not even remotely panicked over. I've spent a few hours this week preparing but NOTHING like I did for chemistry. I fully expect to do well.<br /><br />Example 2: I have a solid A in bio. Chemistry? Not so much. <br /><br />Example 3: The students in bio are not as well-behaved as the students in chemistry. It is really not fair to my bio prof. because she is really good and really smart and really makes things interesting. Maybe it is because my chem prof. blows things up in class and the students are afraid that they could be next. <span style="font-style: italic;">Just a thought</span>...<br /><br />Example 4: I am really looking forward to the next level of biology classes (genetics this spring!) and am really dreading organic chemistry and physics (fall 2010), for that matter.<br /><br />So, what's the deal? What's the difference? I don't know and I guess it really doesn't matter.<br /><br />I still have to take them. Means to an end and all that. <br /><br />Ah, deep thoughts.<br /><br />Better go take my exam now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-4069620497172440582009-11-02T15:54:00.003-06:002009-11-02T15:55:24.559-06:00Man.Well, stink.<br /><br />I literally spent over 24 (non-consecutive) hours studying for my latest Chem exam and I still only got a c.<br /><br />Stink.<br /><br />I'm seriously considering plan B.<br /><br />But the thirtysomething pre-nursing program just doesn't have the same ring.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-11991248435667671262009-10-30T11:17:00.002-05:002009-10-30T11:22:31.067-05:00Chem Exam, take 3I won't lie to ya. Chemistry is kicking my rear.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong....I love the concepts of Chemistry. I could listen to the lectures and watch labs run all day. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, not ALL day, but you get the idea</span>.<br /><br />AND, you'll notice I said WATCH labs run.<br /><br />I just don't want to have to do it myself.<br /><br />And if I never have to answer a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stoichiometry</span> problem again, it will be too soon.<br /><br />Except for the fact that I will be answering at least 20 of them (<span style="font-style: italic;">well, not JUST <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stoichiometry</span></span>) today.<br /><br />I've only gotten C's on my last two exams and that really bugs me. <br /><br />My wise and glorious mother reminded me of this fact, though:<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">What do they call Dr.'s who got C's in Chemistry</span>?"<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold;">Doctor</span>".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-35978338598698545542009-10-30T05:49:00.000-05:002009-10-26T17:51:01.474-05:00Dear "studly",Dear "studly" football player,<br /><br />Yes, they had cars when I went to school the first time.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Seriously. Wear your helmet next time you play.</span><br /><br /><br />With warmest wishes,<br /><br />The thirtysomething pre-medUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-11976448816523789902009-10-28T05:05:00.000-05:002009-10-28T05:05:00.239-05:00AbsentI do apologize for being absent for so long.<br /><br />I was conducting my own hands-on extra credit project.<br /><br />Also known as a cholecystectomy.<br /><br />In normal people speak: I had my gall bladder taken out.<br /><br />It hit hard. It hit fast. And knocked me out for almost 2 weeks. <br /><br />I have pictures but as for the extra credit? No one really went for it...and the nurses wouldn't let me keep my gallbladder. Big meanies.<br /><br />So, please excuse my absences.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-42766976289573313422009-10-27T07:59:00.000-05:002009-10-27T07:59:00.373-05:00Genetic Mutations<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ></span>E asked me if I could somehow figure out a way to mutate his genes so he can have super powers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcs3yHMWKSmilpwt0q4ax2H0bKhhpvjGqj8nOmUAxfyLUbjbCJFua0GdSC_eVKlPaV_09b8Cjv7QNoKYXGJ-IMtSIZy5YLWNEeQvmRQJTAE-FjdFbuHRC3rxDLMUbNuxMZKD6DAxVykmY/s1600-h/100_8801.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcs3yHMWKSmilpwt0q4ax2H0bKhhpvjGqj8nOmUAxfyLUbjbCJFua0GdSC_eVKlPaV_09b8Cjv7QNoKYXGJ-IMtSIZy5YLWNEeQvmRQJTAE-FjdFbuHRC3rxDLMUbNuxMZKD6DAxVykmY/s320/100_8801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031207045532802" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />This is as close as I could get. I'm only in my first semester, you know....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXlwJJcD7L-_wdj8GXZm5DdEoVp_m5grl96ETFCVcR1iHMm1dyoApkDde0wyRkEuVOnwwMN4v4AtkMavMncqDUdZFycb0xFGsxrx46QErnY-BGqZ_jGscLvwYWQCDMFSSbnR2-iDpr0A/s1600-h/100_8802.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXlwJJcD7L-_wdj8GXZm5DdEoVp_m5grl96ETFCVcR1iHMm1dyoApkDde0wyRkEuVOnwwMN4v4AtkMavMncqDUdZFycb0xFGsxrx46QErnY-BGqZ_jGscLvwYWQCDMFSSbnR2-iDpr0A/s320/100_8802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031212138024946" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843388337674139249.post-32959397703185468412009-10-26T16:59:00.002-05:002009-10-26T17:03:59.521-05:00Monday Musings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theconsumerscorner.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/ski.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 546px;" src="http://theconsumerscorner.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/ski.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"You know it's going to be a good one because we have to pull out our blast shield" </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">-Chem Prof shortly before igniting a Ski can with thermite...<br /><br />LOVE IT!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0