I know I just wrote on Sunday, but today was the first time I officially felt like I was in my second year. Going into it, I knew that it would be difficult. But today, the foreboding gales of second year began unleashing its fury upon me. Its 10:47 pm, and I just finished studying. You ask, “Did you get a late start in studying?” NO. Definitely not. Its a symptom of being a second year.
I was rudely awakened by my alarm at 6 am this morning. Every fiber of my being wanted to sleep longer, but I wanted to keep my commitment to have my morning devotions. To be honest, most of the time I don’t want to. Each morning, I have to resist the urge to get a jump start on my studying and skip my devotions. BUT, I know I need God. I need Him for true perspective, guidance, love. Without Him, I know myself. I can be a machine, selfishly bent on getting as many items checked off my to-do list without considering others. So, I got up. While pounding down a bowl of Cheerios, I had my morning devotions. Its a good thing I did, since He got me through this long, long day.
After seeing a full, four hour block of lectures, I decided to wear a violet, polka-dotted dress to school with Tiffany-blue shoes and belt for an an unexpected splash of color. How can I be beaten down while wearing polka-dots? That was my thought at 6:45 am this morning when I left my house to ride my bike to school. Oh, the day was early, and I was naive. I previewed material for an hour, and then went to class. I hadn’t finished listening to the first micro lecture before I felt completely inundated with the “bug parade.” Can anyone make this horrible parade stop? Then a plethora of pathology and pharmacology.
Lunch. I started studying at noon while eating my microwaveable paneer masala. Three o’clock rolled around and I just finished studying one pathology lecture. I’m already tired of heart diseases, and there’s still another lecture on congenital heart defects. The first sentence in that lecture states, “Why do I care?” “Ditto.” I thought to myself. The slanting rays begin to filter in through the window. It was 5:30, and I decided to go home to eat dinner with Devon where we dined on fine, gourmet peanut butter and honey sandwiches.
By 6:15, I was riding my bike back to that wretched Alumni Hall. I began studying micro, and then pharmacology. My body is aching and I’m ready for a change. At 8:45 pm, I decide to head to the gym where I could read and exercise. I know that sounds stupid, but I can’t help but multi-task even at the expense of looking like an idiot. Besides, I’m married. I can risk looking stupid.
After getting home, I studied again until 10:15. “Enough is enough,” I declared, so I threw in the towel. Devon wasn’t home yet from lab, so I decided to check email and blog about my day while my wounds are still fresh from the events of today. It is now 11:15 pm, and Devon just got home. I have spent about 30 minutes with my husband today, and the rest of the time was spent with my more demanding significant other: school. At the end of this long day, I feel overwhelmed, tired, and anxious even with the power of the polka dots. So, second year, we have officially met. Can I “unfriend” you?