There's nothing that can put a major dent to my not so perfect day like a 9pm laboratory class. I feel like the days never end on Tuesdays and Thursdays. One thing is if the school was twenty minutes or so away from me, but travelling an hour and change on the subway for an e-permit class from Brooklyn to Bronx is the greatest agony a pre-medical student can endure. It's a good thing that I sort of like the class, but the professor is another story.
Now I don't really want to delve into the details for my utter dislike of this perticular teacher, but he does not make coming to class pleasant at all. The microscopes are broken, and he spends way too much time explaining instead of applying what we've learned in microbiology.
The lecture class (which is in the morning) is so much better than the lab. I just get a kick out of leanring about the things that can kill us all. Don't you guys just love that optimism? I do.
I have yet to narrow down my medical school choices, though I highly doubt I will be able to get into the ones I have in mind, coming that these schools are in New York. But it would be nice if I got into one. Hopefully, the big guy upstairs will hook me up with that one because I can't really imagine myself going to a different place, especially away from my family and friends and my Little Loaf of Bread. I made a promise to myself that I would watch him grow but if I have to choose a school outside of NY to make my dreams come true, then so be it. Good rule of thumb, you really don't choose the medical school, the medical school chooses you.
And with that side note, I'm off to Mircobiology Lab to waste an hour and twenty minutes and another hour and change getting home. So, for my fellow New Yorkers that are outside, stay dry and warm. I'm still waiting for the strong wind gusts and the pouring rain. Knock on wood.
Cheers!
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