nearing the end

And now it's May! And graduation is 9 days away. How did that happen?

Last weekend Tiffany, Rachel, Ashleigh and I drove out to Wrentham Premium Outlets out in Wrentham, and we spent about 8 hours shopping with a break for lunch. It was exhausting work, but someone had to do it! :o)

We went shopping to find a dress for Andrei's mom's wedding in June, but for all my hours of wandering I came away with nothing. This is my first ever wedding, and my first wedding that I'll go to with Andrei. …That it's for a 48 y/o woman who has the potential to become my future mother-in-law does NOT escape me. >_<

I did make out with some good buys; my favorite were these soft and buttery black suede moccasins. I wore them in the apartment the first week as house slippers before I decided that I did NOT spend $35 for a pair of house slippers… so I wore them outside and they feel heavenly, besides being pretty presentable for ICM (our clinical setting class).

Wednesday night it was girl's night for Cinco de Mayo. I should also say that it was Marine Week this week, so the other reason we purportedly went to the outlets was to buy dresses to "look good for the Marines" (somewhat of a joke... to me at least, and very Sex and the City).

We went for drinks in Fenway, and we did get hit on by two marines stationed in North Carolina, so goal accomplished! To be honest, it was not a thrilling experience. What with me asking dumbly, "SO DO YOU FIGHT… IN THE AIR, ON LAND, OR IN WATER???" No, I do not know a thing about what the Marines do. Apparently, they didn't understand "medical students" either: "WOW YOU'RE ALL DOCTORS?" Still, at least their uniforms looked good.

Then I staggered home so I could go to class the next morning at 8AM, and now I remember why I don't go drinking on weekdays. Life lesson relearned.

Let's see… other important life news.

Andrei is officially done with undergrad. He defended his thesis in front of 3 faculty a few weeks ago and it went spectacularly. They simply loved it. It's all wrapped up and been sent to the university for archival. I feel just so proud of his accomplishments, and for pulling off this thesis like it was no big thang. When he left the apartment for the defense, he was wearing dress pants, a dress shirt and tie and Converse sneakers (yes, I know), and the last words out of his mouth were "It's in the bag!" His knowledge on the topic, and his subsequent confidence was amazing.

My grandparents arrived in the US a few weeks ago and are settling in fine. They're coming up with my parents and brother ONE WEEK from now for my graduation (ohgod I need to get my shit together). Of course, my finals for med school are the week AFTER commencement, so it'll be a beautiful and stressful weekend to be spending with my family!

Finally, I know everyone says it, but I can't believe it's near the end. Being in medical school for the last year has made it not so strange to be done with undergrad (or maybe stranger?), but I think graduation will be a big milestone. Not to mention FINALLY being able to say I have my B.A. so that people don't give me funny looks at the med campus (or call me Doogie).

things i learned today

1) My backpack has a built-in whistle...

This was pointed out to me by a friend on the bus who complimented me on my new backpack (my old backpack's straps had been frayed to pieces--hello, medical school!). She's been looking at the same exact backpack since her backpack straps are fraying too. (My only conclusion is that all first-year medical school costs should factor in a new backpack purchase.)

Anyway, she said when she went to the North Face store, the salesperson's main selling point was the built-in WHISTLE on the clip of the sternum strap (the transverse one that goes across your chest).

And lo and behold I found it on my backpack, and I proceeded to whistle with it quite happily on a bus of crowded people. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it's Boston and it's the shuttle (nowhere could you find more apathetic, stoned out people), so no one really quite noticed or gave a hoot, but I was super excited with my new find!

So if you're also looking for a backpack with a whistle, but don't want to pay ridiculous North Face prices, buy from here. I have to say that I was really hesitant to buy a North Face backpack (because c'mon EVERYONE has a North Face backpack and it's nice to try for some originality sometimes), but I am super happy with my purchase, and it's an added bonus that it's on sale and there's no shipping cost or sales tax from SunnySports.


2) If a person you are testing for HIV expresses past or current feelings of suicide or homicide, do NOT continue administering the HIV test.
This was kind of creepy to learn today at my rapid HIV testing training (day one) through ProjectTRUST. Although, it does make a lot of sense not to give really bad news to someone who is suicidal or homicidal.


3) I'm going to have no weekend this weekend.
Between two HIV testing training days and VagMo shenanigans/rehearsals this weekend, I'll be busy from 9AM-7PM both days. And I'm wayyyyyy behind in physio.

This blows. (But not as hard as my whistle can!)

what i do when i'm not studying

After a few failed starts to Ye Olde Medical School Blog, hopefully I've managed to settle down on this one. It turns out that I'm no good at starting a story from the beginning at all. I tried to write about my white coat ceremony, I really did. I tried to start from Day One and recount the sweaty-palmed anxiety of marching at the ceremony, feeling like I was about to ooze out of existence because of the unbearable heat of midday August in Boston. But to be honest, it really wasn't very interesting stuff to remember.

And even more amazingly, all of my previous attempts to entertain myself with the story of that one time in lab when my anatomy partner threw a human heart at me with a mean spiral because "it sorta looked like a nerf ball" -- well even that was a bust. So I'm going to start this story 23 weeks and 6 days into the semester, and try my best to forget that image of a projectile human heart.

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Thursday morning was our dreaded Neuroscience final, and we all emerged bleary-eyed from the auditorium four hours later with grand hopes of two things we had forgone all week: eating and sleeping. I went out for lunch with two classmates to a place that I've already forgotten the name of (in my food- and sleep-deprived stupor, remember?) For the majority of lunch we talked about what we'd do with our "Free Time" now that Neuro was over and now that we had a three-day weekend ahead of us. Talking about our plans for the weekend buoyed us up even more than our good meal, and we walked out of the restaurant high on our freedom from ever having to remember the ventral amygdalofugal pathway again.

The rest of the day Thursday I spent in long overdue meetings for clubs that hadn't corralled its members since before winter break, and I finally got home around 5pm and threw myself in bed. But within 15 minutes of getting into bed I pulled myself out from under the covers and mewled piteously to Andrei in the next room: "I have all this free time to do whatever I want--whatever the hell I want--and I'm choosing to stay in bed?"

So we went out to the Coolidge Corner Theatre to see Up in the Air, which was a movie that I had meant to see after our FIRST neuro exam in December, but never got around to doing. On second thought, I think the reason I didn't see it after the last neuro exam was because I DID succumb to staying in bed for the rest of that night. Carpe diem doesn't always apply to med students, obviously. Yup, sometimes seize the sleep is my only motto.

The movie was good. The cast was magnificent, especially the female actors Vera Farmiga and Anna Kendrick (whose role in the movie was apparently conceived just for her, and you could tell). Andrei liked it, but I thought it was totally hyped up (much like I thought Garden State was hyped up in high school). It was a funny movie and maybe "representative of our times," but I couldn't help but think that it was trying too hard in some places. It was a little unapologetically emo, and George Clooney acting emo, doe-eyed, and lost was not really that interesting to watch.

Friday I spent all morning doing chores (i.e. watering our plants and tackling all the laundry I had not-so-judiciously avoided in the two weeks before the exam) and waterproofing the tan riding boots my mom bought for me over winter break. Before I knew it (or, alternatively, three CSI re-runs later) Andrei was home and we left for the Prudential Center to do some window shopping. Ironically, the only window display that caught my eye was a display of boardgames in the window of Barnes and Noble, and I made a fabulous purchase. It's something I've always wanted! More so than a Gucci bag (Andrei likes to pronounce it "Guck-y") or a Free People dress (Andrei always jokes about the name "Free People").

As expected, we ended the night at Trident, my favorite bookshop in Boston. I love their cafe, especially their teas and carrot cake! It's a ridiculously cozy place and it wasn't too crowded (guess not too many college students spend their Friday nights in bookstores). We caught the tail-end of Trivia Night at Trident and had some fun playing Scrabble. A perfect night in my book.

Saturday I felt equally as ambitious to get out of the house, and so we spent most of the day in the Coolidge Corner area. We had lunch at Dok Bua, my favorite Thai place in a one-mile radius. On the way home I did some shopping at the Gap. I made off with some yellow and teal opaque tights, a striped turtleneck sweater, and a charming grandpa sweater. It was a good haul, worthy of a critical Asian mother's eye :o)

Saturday night Andrei made chicken curry from scratch (there's no argument that he's the better cook between us), and the rest of the afternoon was awesome because Titanic was on, followed by the SAG Awards. Later Lijo and Anna G. came over to hang out and watch movies and do the whole catching up thing.

Today we're doing more catch-up: pho with med school friends in Harvard Square, and a visit from Anna S. later tonight. I really miss that girl! In the meantime I've got to put the finishing touches on this new blog, clean my desk out, finish the book of short stories I started Friday, and pre-read for class tomorrow.

Okay, maybe pre-read.