It seems that the more free time I get, the least productive I get.

Just a quick post to signify my ability to still be breathing.

More on this post later.

End-o-the day

Arguably the best day of the week.
Reason 1: Oral pathology, albeit carrying the infamous brand of the BMS clan, is a surprisingly cool and, gasp, applicable, course! It could be the charm of Canadian and British accents, with which the material is transcribed into my memory, but even the diabolically annoying stream of interrupting questions from the IDP peanut gallery doesn't seem to spoil it. I do, however, have a slight fascination with the fact that we are REQUIRED to purchase the book for the class, which so happens to be the best resource for the subject and coincidentally written by the instructor.
The afternoon of endodontic adventures, was, well, stupefyingly boring. Sure, the right-after-lunch lecture wasn't that bad. In fact, most of that stuff was actually applicable...somewhere...in the future...Finally, nothing stimulated me more than yet another inventory check progressing at a glacial pace. Apparently, after 6 years of higher education, graduating Summa Cum Laude and being admitted to the Advancing Health Worldwide place, I still need to be walked through plugging in an electrical appliance step by step...tricky...
Anyway, now I'm on to packing for the Psi O Tahoe trip. Going to learn how to snowboard. And not die. Yep, good plan.

-Because I can.

Ready, Steady, Go

After a month long vacation, I am back in the usual grind. Ever more confusing, the schedule of UCSF Dental School presented itself with a maze of PCC rotations. Tuesdays will probably be the most difficult of days.
Take this one, for example: a total of 7 hours of denture work. I might not mind the fact that we get 1.5 hours of lectures over something that we will never need to consider until we see a patient (which, by the way, may be a YEAR from now). I might not mind that we get the most confusing directions, which are augmented by conflicting statements in the syllabus. What I do mind, is being number 1254. That dreaded number means I am either first or last to be given the attention of my row instructor (let that mustached person be left nameless). If I go first, I have nothing to show for my work, because I haven't done anything yet; ergo, I can't discuss any problems with the given task. If I am last, like today, I am not going to have my turn due to time constraints. Lovely number - 1254.
This may be day two of the winter quarter, but I feel like I've been procrastinating for 2 weeks. Things to do by tomorrow: Register for AADR, pay for Frat trip to Tahoe, figure out my winter PhD journal club series schedule, organize a newsletter meeting, and move my stuff in my research lab.

-Because I can.

P.S. Appologies for no cartoon today, not in the mood for "artistic" creativity.