Exam Week Confessions

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


It's apparently Hump Day, but all I know is that there are approximately 47 hours until my first med school exam and I should be studying but my brain is so full already that I might just collapse onto this table in the library, never to move again. Alas, I must soldier on. So much more to learn before 0800 on Friday. 

But, real quick, before I get into the thick of it for today... time for some confessions!

Vodka and Soda

- Obvious confession... I should totally be studying right now. In fact, I got to school at 7:30 to study, but today I learned that the library does not open until 8 am. What kind of med school library is this!?

- Exam week + prednisone = Alison eats the most random and awful food possible. Last night, after a delicious and healthful dinner, I studied and them ate way too many Skittles and cheese curls. That isn't even real food. It was a bad life choice.

- I didn't get the National Health Service Corps scholarship and I've never been more excited to not be given money in my life. Yes, I know I could have turned it down, but who turns down free tuition to med school? I'm just glad I didn't have to make that call, and I can proceed with my life now. My super-debt-filled life.

- I did not have a blate this past weekend. Marcie got the plague and was nice enough to not want to give it to me. I was sad to miss hanging out with her, but very glad to not have the plague.

- I probably should be cutting coffee/caffeine out of my diet this week (and for the next month or so) to see if it affects my weirdo heart palpitations, but I just can't. Sorry, body. It's exam week. Deal with the flutters, which are probably from pericarditis anyway.

- I've been doing a lot of online shopping. Fortunately for my wallet (and unfortunately for my closet, I suppose), I end up taking back almost 75% of what I order because it doesn't fit or I hate it. I still call it a win because I didn't have to put on pants in order to buy pants.

We started closing our bedroom door at night and as much as I am a self-proclaimed crazy cat lady, I kind of love not waking up 5 times a night with a giant orange furball on my head. Love you Gersh, but you're kicked out of the bed, kid.

- Things have I wanted to say to people this week but have refrained because I prefer it when my friends, associates, and family like me, and I like not not being labeled as a huge bitch:


"I'm not an adult, I just play one on TV."
"Reality check: I am not your mother. Figure it out."
"Why must you be so infuriating???"


"Are you trying to piss me off? Because it's working."
"Oh for the love of God, get it together."


"What do I look like, the Oracle of Delphi? Read the damn syllabus."
"It's a 2 part plan. First you show up, then you see what happens."
"DOES NO ONE READ!? Is this some kind of mystical lost art!?"


"People, please." (A good "Dr. Powell-ism" never hurt anyone.)


And last but not least, "Oh, for fuck's sake," ad nauseum.

And on that note, I have to go study. I have 90 minutes until I'm meeting with some classmates to go over... everything... from 10-12, then I'm studying through lunch and we have lecture this afternoon, but I plan to study during it. Sorry, "On Doctoring", I'm just not that into you right now. It's not you, it's me. And this exam.

Have a good one, and don't forget to head to Vodka and Soda to check out everyone else's confessions this week!

- A

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