I’m currently three days into fighting the jet lag battle. (I’m not winning).
Apparently, losing the battle is pretty normal. You know, when you’re coming back from ASIA.
BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE I WAS, Y’ALL.
If anything proves the above statement, this photo does.
I was there for 25 days and I still kind of can’t at all believe that that happened. Let’s talk through it!!
So, I’m on my OB/Gyn rotation right now. On the OB part with the babies. And the thing is that OB’s work a lot. Like…a lot.
The main problem with this is not the loss of sleeping hours, although that is sort of a sad thing. The main problem is that when you get up really early and your day is really long, you’ve created these extra meal times. Continue reading
I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to write this post. A few weeks ago, my college roommate Sarah was in town visiting. Even though it took us awhile to figure out some of our other daily activities (sometimes a challenge to choose an summer activity in Texas that does not involve heatstroke), we obvs knew for sure that we would be baking something. Continue reading
I moved. My friend Cathy (not to be confused with Kate, whom I do not live with despite spending most Monday nights in front of her television) and I moved into a 2 bedroom because did you know that’s cheaper than paying for rent all by yourself? I only took health care economics in college, and we didn’t learn that. (Also don’t ask me any questions about health care economics, because I don’t know the answer.) Continue reading
Today (and pretty much every day of my life lately) I settled into a booth at a coffee shop to
feel increasingly bad about my intelligence study. (Like, I get that the Sample Answers to these practice questions are written by professionals with unlimited time and also access to law books. But also, it feels super terrible to miss half of what the Sample Answer brings up. So THANKS.)
Over the next few hours, I couldn’t believe people around me. They had the audacity to live and breathe and interact in my presence. What’s that even about?! I’M STUDYING OVER HERE.
I had a major revelation a few days ago. Like, this stuff should be sewn on pillows, painted on posters, written in cards. I figured out what true love is.
Whaaaaaat. That sounds so deep. It’s not deep, I promise. There’s all these poems that try to say what love is, lots of songs, probs some drawings or collages or whatever. On the Bachelorette (yes, actually), they say things like, “Love is like these clouds and this is the greatest day of my life.” Or “Love is like this race car and I’m on a rollercoaster of emotions (?)” “Love is like this rug, soft and multicolored and kind of stripe-y.”
Stuff like that. Continue reading