free time

Wasting what little free time I have is a shame. The real tragedy is the fact that while I am in a very busy point in my life, I just don't want to do anything at all with my free time as I will be doing stuff and being very busy very soon. I guess a few hours of productivity wouldn't hurt.....but I don't have to like it.

A day dream in Spring.

I'm on Spring Break from college. I'm pretending this is what it will be like in a couple of years. I have a bit of extra cash, I'm good on my bills, and nothing to do in the meantime but do what I want after work. I could do this for awhile, but next week is back to anatomy boot camp and I'll be getting plenty to do. But I got throught the first half of anatomy boot camp and I'll survive the other. Then to Summer classes and quick trip to the end......May '08.

anatomy boot camp....

I took fast track A&P1 (anatomy & physiology) this semester. I took the final exam just last night. I was just guessing on it. But I passed well enough that I won't have to re-take it at a later date. He had to have had a massive curve on the final grade....

The class had many parallels to boot camp. The instructor just kick your ass and makes you feel stupid for about 8 weeks and then you get pushed through if you didn't give up. Expensive class too....it cost me an anxiety attack, a trip to the doctor, complete with an EKG, slleping pills, and my sanity.....but I know a lot of parts of the human body now it helped that some of the things breaking on me were things that he was discussing in class.

I just hope the classes don't get much worse than this. Either way, no more fast track after this semester.

May '08....still dead on target.

the face of evil

Nice. Robyn took a picture of me when we got new cell phones. I look like a serial killer in this one. We both looked at it and said "damn!". Now, for you viewing terror.

Ozzy show '94

In 1994, I went to my first Ozzy Osbourne show. I went to Sepultura and Type O Negative, and if I had to deal with granpa-rock, I guess it would be ok. Suprisingly enough, Ozzy is one hell of an entertainer when he's not too high. Needless to say, it was an awesome show. What I didn't realize is that during the concert, the guy who I rode with was in an accident and was rushed to the hospital. I found out while we were in the parking lot from people who I knew who had also attended the concert. The assumption was he was killed. His pregnant fiance was still in the building and I was urged to go find her. And I was promised that they would make sure I got a ride home. By the way, this was 35-40 miles from home. I didn't find her, but I came out to an empty parking lot. So there I was 17, no money, and stranded in the center of a ghetto in another city.

What to do? He was sent to Moses Cone hospital, an 8 mile trek through a ghetto on a Friday night. I had to hoof it. I was thrown out of the venue, the police that were attending were only kind enough to point in the direction of the hospital and tell me to move or get busted for loitering. During my 3 hour death march, I was accosted by a wino who wanted me to "lie down in the bushes with him" for $5. I was chased by a group of guys that were older than me. I think they were just trying to scare me....and it worked. I got side-tracked off the main road and lost in the worst section of Greensboro, NC. And there I was, a 5'9", 155lbs, long-haired, 17 year-old white kid lost in a very bad section of town.

After an hour or so of trying to meander towards down town (and hopefully a road I knew), I found a cabbie who was between fares. He was a very large African man who spoke in a thick, but fluid accent. I asked him for directions to the hospital, which he gladly gave me. He then looked around and asked where my car or bicycle was as it was very dangerous for a young white man to be out in these neighborhoods at night and I then explained everything that had happened to bring me to this point. He told me to get in his cab and he would take me to the hospital, which I uneasily did. He was very kind and told me all about his native country, Gambia. When we arrived at the hospital, I told him if he were willing to wait for me, I'd get my wallet and gladly pay him, he refused any payment and wished me well. I never saw him again, but I wish him only the best. He didn't have to do that, and I didn't ask. Sometimes I wish I could be a good a person as that cabbie.

As for the guy who promised to stay and make sure I was ok.....Shawn. I hope you burn in Hell.

nearing the halfway point

I really did a number on myself this semester, fast track and all science classes. I'm glad I'm not trying to consider my GPA for anything. If I get by just passing with the one anatomy class, I'll be grateful. I know I'll do better in the second one, since I know what is expected of me. It's a damn shame the professor has no idea how to let you know what he expects. I have to do Summer courses this year to get all the classes I need in for Fall courses. 14 months and counting.....if I pass that damn A&P class.

During my anxiety attack, a strained a muscle in my upper back and it's making exercise difficult. I've been taking sleeping pills since Wed. The doctor told me he thought if I was able to get a full night rest, I might not need any anti-anxiety medicine. So far, he's been right. I can breathe and it seems like my studying has been a bit more effective. I'm hoping it will be good enough for this time around. If I have to retake one class, it won't be devastating.....humbling, but not devastating. So I guess we'll see soon enough.