Have you ever felt like you lived in a foreign country? One that is run by communist dictators? Welcome to pharmacy school. I'm not saying all pharmacy schools are like this, but my particular school is. I finally made it in after driving through ice and snow. We got at least 5-6 inches of snow and the roads refroze over night. Yet, we still have to be at school or we will get in trouble. Because apparently we are 5 years old and can't manage our own lives. Therefore, the "superiors" at school must manage them for us and make our schedules and decisions since we are not capable adults. (In case you haven't figured out-I'm being sarcastic and bitter!) I feel like the poor people in East Berlin must have felt. We are supposed to have a scheduled lunch, but we may not get it. If we do get it-we must be grateful because the pharmacy gods have decided we are worthy of getting to eat. If not-we are supposed to suck it up and suffer in silence and not send hate e-mail to the culprit of our lack of lunch. Oh, and we don't have lives outside of school. For example, my anniversary is tomorrow and we are supposed to have school till 5:15 since we didn't have school yesterday. This means that I won't get home until 6:30 or so. So, apparently, I really don't get to celebrate my anniversary. Sorry PG-school says no happy anniversary. But let's face facts. How many people think I will stay until 5:15? I'm skipping out at 4:15 and claiming I have plans. Take that dictatorship! Well, I better go back to the hell I call pharmacy school. Until next time-adios!
Ok. So I haven't blogged in an incredibly long time and I am sorry. School has kept me busy and I've been horrible about taking time for myself. And as much as I wanted to be a good student this quarter, I failed my first therapeutics test. Oh, well, there's always the next test. I have determined that I am far too stressed and I need ME time and I need to exercise. My friend EB and I are going to start jazzercising--exciting! We keep saying this, but we are going to make it happen. I think it'll make me feel better--about myself and in general. This might help reduce the stress--PG even admitted I had too much stress and he didn't have nearly as much stress as I do. Heck, PG straightened the kitchen cabinets for me (the kitchen is currently one of my remodeling projects-the back bathroom is the other). On a side school note-certain people need to realize that karma will come and get them. They need to stop trying to cause trouble for people-especially people I care about. Sorry-had to rant for a minute. But, anyway. Until next time-adios!