Multi-tasking

Apparently, a 30something premed doesn't have much time to blog but I didn't recently run my own experiment.

Hypothesis: It is possible to blow dry your hair and put on your pants at the same time.
Objective: We will determine the possibility of blow drying your hair and putting on your pants at the same time.
Method: At the risk of sounding redundant...trying to do the aforementioned. At. The. Same. Time.
Conclusion: It is, indeed, possible to put on your pants and blow dry your hair at the same time.

I really need a life. Or an extra hour.

What I learned today

In my very hardcore biology class today, I learned the following:

If you are ever chased by an alligator, do not run straight ahead.

Zig-zag.

Apparently, alligators can't corner.

Yup. I did. I learned that today.

Yup.

A Day in the Life...

This may or may not be a typical day in the life of the 30-something premed:

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.

5:40- Check face book.

5:45- leave for the gym, spend the next hour convincing yourself that exercise is good for you. Really.

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

7:15- shower, get dressed, attempt to fix hair and apply make-up.

7:50- ship husband and oldest son out the door, frantically search for the rest of your children and their belongings.

8:15- take rest of school age crew to their destination.

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.

9:00 - Spend next 30 minutes desperately trying to tidy neglected house.

9:30- sit down and watch Diego with clean 4 year old.

Then- leave for class, spend hours absorbing more information than your aging brain can legally handle.

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....

Fall asleep.

2nd semester

Well. Where did January go?

I know where mine went.

All to microbiology.

Let me just tell you, that was a ROCKIN' class. Loved it. Seriously.

Sort of wish I could take that again instead of chemistry this semester.

Oh, who am I kidding, I REALLY wish I could take it again.

So, today starts "spring" semester, although, spring is no where to be seen.

Biology, Chemistry, Genetics and a Practicum.

Sort of double my credit load. Sort of...

Hopefully I'll have time to write more! I have so much to say and say little time to actually say it!

Except for at night, when I talk in my sleep...but that's a whole 'nother story.

New year, new you

Ok, not really a new you, but it IS a new year.

Which brings a WHOLE lot of changes.

Like my boys enrolling in public school.

And my Grandpa staying with my mom for a few weeks.

And a new class for me.

Life is about to turn completely upside down around here.

For the good or for the bad.

It's a new year.

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