Dos (That's Two)!!!

Since it is officially Monday, I have 2 more full days after today in Boston. Can you feel my excitement?!!?!

I'm officially going through some "senioritis" over here. Oh wait... should I have said "freshioritis" (please refer to May 2nd post if you are lost). I've got my last exam in nine hours and I'm TIRED of looking at this stuff. Will I give up? Of course not... I just feel like *itching.

I'm excited to get the celebratory portion of this week started. After the exam, I'm going to a graduation get together. After that, M and I are going clubbing. Tuesday and Wednesday, A1 and I hit the town. We've got a lot to swallow in a couple of days but we shall try to get it all in. I've got my camera charged and ready.

Of course there is always going to be someone trying to spoil the fun. My landlord (cannot wait to get rid of her) has been refusing my calls/emails for over a month now. I think I'm going to have to beat her in her head for my security deposit (and yes I will if I don't get my money back)! Moving on... I will deal with her after the exam.

Ok... gotta go. I forgot that I'm supposed to be arranging some paperwork for a couple of my professors. I can wait and turn it in Tuesday, but I'd rather go ahead and get it done now.... and then, back to studying. Later.

Grateful I Took the Time...

How many days left? Ooooohhh, I know the answer (hand waving). Pick me!! I've got five more days left. My little kitty is helping me display this lovely number (I think). Maybe he's just raising his hand to answer the question. Moving on...

So I went and had my last lab quiz this morning covering the placenta and mammary glands. What fun... Afterwards I ran into FedEx to get a small box. I thought I could pack everything in the boxes I had. WRONG. I wanted some coffee (actually needed) but didn't want to drag the box to the Dunkins up the street. I stopped by the house to drop the box off.

Coming out the door and down the steps, I notice this man looking up at me. I give my normal, polite, half smile and look down so I don't bust my butt going down the steps. Then I realize the man is still looking at me. Ohhh geez!!! I know this scenario. I'm going to have to beat this old man off with a stick. He approaches me and starts talking. DUDE... I really just came out here for some caffeine. Please don't block me!!!

It turns out that the man originally was going to hit on me but when he found out we had a 40 year age gap, he left the idea alone. So I talk to this guy for awhile cuz I realize that he is super intelligent and I'm actually enjoying the conversation. Apparently he used to work in the hospital assisting in surgery (not sure the title), but he knew all kinds of stuff. I told him I was attending the med school and he just opened up like a budding flower (couldn't think of a better analogy). I wonder what happened to his life though. He looked rough. I won't go into details but my first inclination was to run with my feet and not my mouth.

I talked to the man for about 15 minutes on the street and at the end he said he just wanted to thank me for taking the time to talk with him. He said most would look at him and take off (my first thought) but I didn't. He said people are always so busy and sometimes he just wants someone to chat with. He went on to say that people just aren't nice these days, especially to the older folks. That tugged at my heart strings. Instantly I was ashamed for wanting to railroad the guy for coffee. He just wanted someone to talk to. I pray when I get old there will be someone around who will listen to my butt. I mean we all get busy in our lives (normal and expected) but we should remember to slow down and call loved ones (old and young). Makes you really appreciate those people you have in your life, doesn't it???? Where's my cell phone? I got some folks to call!!!

Wrapping Up Things in Boston

I'm still in Boston, but not for long. 7 days and counting. I can't even believe it. I remember crying at the thought of moving this far and bout died when I realized this would be my home for a while, but it all worked out. My time here has come and gone. I'll do the whole sentimental post probably next week. I'm too tired for all that now.

Last week was RIDICULOUS. I had a paper and two exams. By the time Friday came along I was just barely moving. I finished my exam, got some food and FELL OUT. I didn't know where I was when I woke up (the next day). I don't even remember getting into bed. I was a bum most of the weekend and then I realized that I have one more exam. I finally started showing signs of life around Monday and am in full gear now. ONE MORE EXAM. Whoopee!!! I don't even know what I'm going to do Monday after the test, but I can guarantee it will be a celebration for the entire year.

Did everyone enjoy their Mother's Day? This was my very first Mother's Day without my Mom. Wait... she's not dead, she's still on this earth. I just meant I have always gone home for the holiday and this year was the first one in which I hadn't. I was told she cried quite a bit. My poor mother misses her baby!!! :-) Hold on Peg... I'm coming back!!!

Well that's about it. I have to remember to fill you in on M and his proposal and the homeless guy whose sweet on me. I'm off to bed now. Later.

I'd Like to Order the Fish: Filet of Mignon

So it's exam time around here. Everyone looks hagged out and ready for it all to end. I'm included but I don't look too beat up. I hope not... some of these people around here looking rough.

I've got 3 more exams and a project paper due. 3 of those 4 happen next week. What a busy week to anticipate. So what do you think I'll be doing this weekend? SIGH. Holding my books tight!! I just keep telling myself... ALL MOST DONE!!!! 16 MORE DAYS!!!! (I'm jumping right now; at least in spirit).

So I have got to share this story. I was hesitant about sharing. I try to tone down my talking about people; however, if it makes me laugh, all bets are off.

So A1, her cousin (E) and E's friend went to Match. We are still killing their $5 Thursday entrees!!! Just can't beat that. Well anyway... E's friend... She was just a little off. You know how you meet someone and instantly you feel something but you just can't put your hand on it. As always I greeted the girl with a smile and a handshake, but inside I was thinking, "something is off". And something was. You ever meet those people who claim to know so much but really don't know shit. This was home girl.

Beginning... We are looking at the menu and A1 and I are explaining what items we've had before and what taste best and so on. E's friend asks me whether of not I had the filet mignon there before. I tell her no and mention that out of the two STEAK cuts available, filet mignon was at the bottom of my list. She goes on to say that she hasn't had it in five years and really enjoyed it the last time and can't wait. Ok... So food is coming to the table. She looks at her food, then to waitress and says, "I ordered filet mignon". I look up from my plate (I was already salivating and ready to attack). I think, "oh geez they gave her the wrong food". Neglecting my plate (sigh), I look to see what's on her plate... FILET MIGNON. Huh? Did I hear right? E's friend goes on to explain that she ordered fish (now pointing to my plate). NO BABY, EVERY FILET IS NOT FISH!!!! LMAO. So I try explaining this to the girl and she asks me whether or not I'm sure. I'm done!!! I've got a "filet mignon" on my plate that I am ready to enjoy. Inside I was laughing so hard... I imagine not everyone is as well versed in food as others but at her ripe age, I just figured she would know the difference between the two items. She ended up eating her cow despite her desire for fish.

Next... E's friend asks me what I do. I told her that A1 and I are in the graduate program at BUMS. "So what do you classify yourself as?" I know I've got my WTF face on now. I'm lost. What do I classify myself as? Black. American. Student. Christian. Woman. What are you asking? She instantly reads my confused face and asks whether or not I consider myself to be a freshman or a senior or what. Ummm.... I tell her we really aren't broken down into classes like that. Graduate school isn't necessarily 4 years so typical classifications don't work. This is my first and last year so if you wanna call me a freshior... go for it. HOME GIRL gives me this look and begins to dispute. Are you kidding me? She goes on with her explanation of how I should still classify myself within one of the groups. By now I'm in shock. It it really this important. I got a classification for you... DONE.

I kept my mouth pretty much closed for the rest of the evening and observed. She was pretty quiet for a while. She was killing that cow like it was her last supper. I won't talk about that. LOL. After inhaling her food and some of E's she went on to talk about affirmative action. Well at least that's what she said she was talking about. In reality... I have no idea. She had me so confused listening to her and she was so confident with every wrong statement that came from her mouth. How nice!!! Always have confidence girl.... I should have done like A1 and just turned my ears off. I looked over to A1. She had her glazed look on and the "NOT HOME" sign posted up. I was just dying inside. What a night?!?!

A1 and I departed from E and her friend and cracked up!!! We couldn't even keep track of all the things that needed to be laughed at concerning the evening. I felt like I had stepped off a movie tapping. All of it was a part of a script. It had to be. Like A1 ones says all the time... "the more I live... the more I see".