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My beloved hometown thoughtfully pulled out all the stops, climate-wise, in honour of my return to university: it was minus four when I left the house this morning, with the result that by the time I got into my car the warm water I had, only seconds before, poured over the windows to melt the ice, was already forming icicles again. Yes, Canberra. I love you too, you crazy bitch.
But here I am - I had a flat white and muffin for breakfast at the Street Theatre cafe and now I'm blissing out in the heated medical school computer lab. It's like I never left!
My first anatomy class is at ten (well, actually, due to my personal knack for truly inconvenient subject choices, all three of my subjects have their first lecture at ten, so I'm going to have to do a lot of listening-to-lecture-recordings this semester), and I think I'm going to have to take a picture of my brand spanking new Grey's Anatomy for Students to show you all because it's enormous and LITERALLY SHINY in a psychedelic hologramesque kind of way. It's awesome.
I just realised that I won't have to touch a single test tube or plate of agar for six whole months. The thought is immensely liberating.
I'm feeling good about this semester, flist. Those three weeks of intense laziness managed to work most of the figurative stress-knots out of my mind, and I have people to smack me in the head if I start sabotaging myself again.
But here I am - I had a flat white and muffin for breakfast at the Street Theatre cafe and now I'm blissing out in the heated medical school computer lab. It's like I never left!
My first anatomy class is at ten (well, actually, due to my personal knack for truly inconvenient subject choices, all three of my subjects have their first lecture at ten, so I'm going to have to do a lot of listening-to-lecture-recordings this semester), and I think I'm going to have to take a picture of my brand spanking new Grey's Anatomy for Students to show you all because it's enormous and LITERALLY SHINY in a psychedelic hologramesque kind of way. It's awesome.
I just realised that I won't have to touch a single test tube or plate of agar for six whole months. The thought is immensely liberating.
I'm feeling good about this semester, flist. Those three weeks of intense laziness managed to work most of the figurative stress-knots out of my mind, and I have people to smack me in the head if I start sabotaging myself again.
