Back to Basics

Okay, it has been WAY too long since I've blogged. I don't even know where to begin. So, in lieu of having not written anything since I've come (when in fact I should have kept all of you up to date all this time on my new experiences) I'm going to start from now, and fill in the blanks if something spectacular comes to mind.

So, what am I up to right now? What are the things going through my head, at this very moment. Well, that I should be packing up my stuff from the library to head home in about 5 minutes. But besides the immediate stuff, I'm almost done with this semester. I can't believe it. I landed on April 23r, and now, it's already July 19th! Crazy. Less than one more month of school to go and then I'm home free. Almost. I like an idiot booked my ticket one week AFTER we get out thinking I might be able to handle all the logistics of finding a new apt, moving, etc (having never really to deal with that from semester/year to semester/year before)

I went from Bako home to apt in Atl, to getting married in same apt (more stuff now), to different apt mid semester with husband. So, I had never really had to deal with all that. Now I do, and I've realized that everyone takes care of that business mid semester, and leaves almost the same day as the final exam, if weather, space and Dominicans permit.

Anyway, I'm thinking, I hope I pass. I'm thinking, my friends are decent. The place ain't that bad. And I need to focus, and really kill these exams. I'm thinking, I need to learn this as if I'm going to be using it tomorrow. Because to a certain extent, (however much is actually applicable) I will be, in just one year, when Rotations/clerkships roll around. Most Carib schools are arounds about 2 years in the doing book work. Here at Ross, it's 1 1/2 yrs--16 months as most people like to think about it.

I do have to say, I was shocked by the number of brown people here. I mean, I see more light skinned folk in Pakistan. That's how many brown people are here. Yeah. But we're all the same. Born/raised in the US, and all shocked at how many of us "brownies" there are. There are a few that aren't born & raised, but they're sweet nonetheless. Just like in Ali G in da house, there are those that are "gangsta" desi, punjabi desi (doing bangra on their hike to and from the library), "oh my god , I broke a nail" desi, and nerdy fob desi. But the overwhelming majority are chill relaxed, unphased desis that really don't mind being desi, they don't SUPER embrace it, but they don't hate it either. If you ask them to listen to some old Juhi Chawla songs, they'll smile and say, "I remember the days when..." and tell some story that all of us relate to, saturday morning breakfasts in the US households, thursday morning in the Bahrain households, Friday morning in the Arabian households, they're mom and dad put on old songs and we'd all wake up to the music playing while mom made breakfast and dad read the newspaper. Same ol' story. And all of us say in unison "yeah, I remember that! The good ol' days."

Anyway, then we break our huddle, ending our break blocking the isles of the cubicles in the "icebox"--room in the libarary so cold everyone brings sweatshirts and fleece blankets to aid in their studying .


Okay, I have to head home, and do my little traditional routine of flipping through Netters index cards to review my anatomy that I've already forgotten on the hand muscles, thigh, leg, arm, and forearm, and back.

Anatomy, reminds me of a quote an Anatomy tutor spoke while holding a Scalpel and showing us some goodies. She said, "I was so scared, I almost dropped a scapula on my foot." Yeah. I switched my TA from then on.

Peace out folks.