Twenty Three

So it's officially my first full day of being twenty three.  How does it feel?  Exactly the same as being twenty-two.

It's Saturday night and I'm studying parasites.  Specially, currently I'm studying Babesia bigemina or "Bovine piroplasmosis, bovine babesiosis, and Texas Cattle Fever".  I've learned that there is a ton of parasites that come from Texas...  poor Texas.

Last week was probably one of the most stressful that I've ever had.  With three exams in five days, I felt like I was just living day to day, holding on in the hopes of passing and looking forward to my birthday.
I passed anatomy, which I took on Friday.  Then came Physiology.  And I officially failed my first vet school exam.  However, it was only by one point and because the average was a 72%, the class should be curved in the end.  Which makes it totally a little bit better.  Immunology was on Wednesday and I felt very prepared for that exam, even though it was a killer and I did pretty well.  I had my parasitology presentation after that on Haemonchus contortus, or the Barberpole worm. I realize that the more exams I pass, the more I convince myself that I could really actually be a Veterinarian.  That I may just be smart enough.  If I live to pass the next exam, then eventually I'll have no more exams left and graduation will be upon on us.

Thursday night, we had my birthday dinner at Rock Lobster where we get a free bowl of Sangria and a giant chocolate cake for birthdays.  It was a well deserved break after a crazy week.

I realized recently the importance of having good friends, that are supportive and helpful.  Someone who will answer your crazy anatomy questions in the middle of their studying.  Someone who eats breakfast with you Sunday morning just to get away from the books and the drama of being stuck on an island.  The people you can complain to over and over again but never stop listening.  The ones who keep me sane when island fever, homesickness, stress, and sickness set in.  I know that they are more than just my  friends... They are good people and I will be forever grateful for them.

Back to studying Parasitology.
Happy 60th Birthday Mr. Robinson!!!

Sleepy

Hello all.


I have taken my sleeping pills.  For those of you who don't know what that means, it means that this post may make absolutely no sense.  I apologize.

I have been really busy (nothing new) with exams.  Next Friday, March 18, we have Anatomy.  The following Monday, March 21, we have Physiology and Wednesday, March 23, we have Immunology.  But then it's my birthday!!  YAY!  Finally a break where I can have a good birthday weekend without the stress of studying.


It's amazing that we're almost done with midterms and soon, we'll just have finals to worry about.  I can finally have a break from the stress, the anxiety attacks, the psyching yourself out, or preparing yourself mentally if you did happen to fail the last exam.  
Originally, I was planning on staying in St. Kitts in April but due to some recent medical issues, I will be flying home, arriving on Friday, April 22 and leaving Friday, May 6.  I'd love to see everyone during my short break!

This is on our t-shirts and I think you'll all find it entertaining.  It's amazing how all of it is true:
You know you're a Ross Student when:
10. You can say life's a beach and mean it.
9. You have actually considered swimming home.
8. You graduate vet school with a minor in mechanics.
7.Finding fresh milk at the grocery store constitutes a "good week."
6. You have nightmares about killer centipedes.
5. Beer is cheaper than water. 
4. You plan an entire afternoon to go the bank to deposit your check.
3. Your car is older than you are.
2. You have more sweat lines than tan lines.
1. No day is ever just another "ordinary" day.



I'm off to sleep now. Another long day of studying tomorrow.  Hopefully I'll get in about 8 hours of studying tomorrow to catch myself up and start preparing for my anatomy exam.  Hope all is well. 

I found this quote and loved it:  
One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”