Mysteries

I've decided to start posting again because right now, I'm doing what I do best: wasting time. School's almost over, but I'm not really feeling it. There are still a few things to resolve.

The biggest, and most intriguing, in my opinion, is whether I get exempted from the Zoo 30 finals. I still don't know whether I passed that frickin demented lab exam. Who asks for the origin of a space, anyway? I swear, if I'm ever asked to examine another whole mount or cross-section of a vertebrate embryo this summer, I'll implode. I think my other exams are fine, though. So it's reasonable for me to expect to be exempted. And if I'm not, well, I guess I'll just have to grit my teeth and take the stupid finals. What a wonderful thought.

Aside from that, I'm still wondering what sort of grade will get conjured up for me for STS. I wasn't exactly happy with the result of my first exam. And I have no idea how our group reports or paper will be graded. Plus, my last two Physics exams were taken with more than a few inspired guesses. I'm hoping my intuition made up for my near-total lack of knowledge.

I did some predictive computations while eating awhile ago and I came up with a scenario where I'm a college scholar. But that's based on the shaky assumption that my 5-unit Zoo grade is fine. My, my - life's exciting these days.

I recently finished reading Anna Karenina, and it was all right in terms of describing 19th century Russian high society, but the ideas didn't get to me. I'm thinking of buying Murakami's new book, Kafka on the Shore, but I am too poor. I miss the days when all I did was read and it didn't really matter. This summer, I can't afford to be my usual lazy self because if I don't start forming any positive, responsible habits before beginning actual Med school, I'll be setting myself up for trouble.

For some time now, I've been trying to come to terms with what it really means to be a Christian. But I don't know, I guess it's just not for me. I'm still the same, and I probably always will be.

It's oddly satisfying to keep on talking about yourself, exposing your thoughts to random people, knowing that in all probability no one else will be interested in what you're saying.