I am starving

Well, in reality, I am not starving.  I am really just sitting here coveting some Chipotle that is being eaten about 2 feet from me.  I got to class early.  Too early.  The class before is still finishing up an exam.  No biggie. Except there is a Chipotle right across the street.  Everyone has it.  It is the best Best BEST smelling stuff every, and I want some.  And I am not hungry.  Just the yumminess of the smell.  It almost enters my nostrils as a liquid.  My cloths will now smell like it.  For the next 3 hours I have to think about not getting to eat it.  How fair is this? Life is so unfair. . . I can't even go get some of my own, because who knows when the door to my class will open.

PS, my baby bugs are snuggled safely in a Christmas gift bag.  All four jars started hatching.  Guess what I am doing today. . . fatally drugging them and counting and categorizing them.

Needing a Break?

I am studying.  Of course.  So I need  break.  None of my favorite bloggers have written in the last couple of days.  So I will write about something utterly fascinating.

I have fruit fly larvae beside my bed.  Hey now, don't be judging!  I have 4 jars of the little buggers.  They are my genetics project for my Cellular and Molecular Biology class.  We are breeding them to see what happens in the second generation.  So when I wake up each morning this weekend, several times throughout the day, and every evening, I have to examine each of the jars.  When one of the little guys is born, I have to mark the date and time on the jar.

Occasionally in my lifetime, I have had the experience of fly larvae, like in my outside trash can.  It is quite possibly one of the most disgusting things that can be observed.  However, I feel differently about these little wormy things.  They are like my little babies.  They are going to open a world of new learning and discovery for me.  So I get out my reading glasses and examine the jars dutifully.  I look forward to the moment one of them turns into a fly.

Facsinating.  I bet you are glad you took a break to check out all your favorite blogs, eh?

So confused

Everyday I review my calendar for the current week.  I try to make sure not to miss appointments or important classes, and I review my school work.  Today I looked at my week.  There is an appointment scheduled this Saturday at 1:30 pm.  It is titled "Take a shower."

Hmmmmm.  First of all, I take a shower most days.  Second of all, I don't take one in the middle of the afternoon, especially on a Saturday.  Not a clue as to why this is there.  Am I really losing my mind?

Good and not so good

Physics 99 - - didn't identify a unit correctly.  Not even a math error, oh well.

Physiology - - um, not an A on the Final, but hopefully an A in the class.  I went in with a 98% over all and the final was 30% of the grade.  We shall see.

But at least I have a little reprieve from testing for a moment.

"Honk if you passed Organic Chemistry"

I am in search of a bumper sticker that says this . . . in anticipation.  Ehem, 104% on the second exam. Yep, the hardest test of my life.  Swiiiiiissssshhhh!

update on my progress

I have been sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear from the pharmacy school about whether I got in or not.  If I don't get in, I will probably spend a day in my room crying.  If I do get in, it will put me and Paul into panic mode and we try to get $40,000 accumulated by July 1 for the first year's tuition.  Man, oh Man! But I just keep plugging along in my studies.  I have 3 tests this week.  As I write, though, two of them are done.  Woo hoo!  I took the hardest test in my life on Monday, in the hardest class of my life. . . Organic Chemistry.  I consider myself relatively intelligent.  In fact, a little smarter than the average population.  Why, then, aren't the rest of the people in the class appearing to have the psyche damage that I am having over this class?!?!  Aren't they struggling as much as me?  This stuff isn't clear.  I spend hours and hours on it at home, memorizing pKa values and mechanisms.  I dream about electrons being pushed around.  Still, I feel a little befuddled every time the teacher talks.  Anyway, I will get the test back today, probably.  I'll post the results.  I took a physics test this morning.  I like physics in that it is like a giant puzzle of numbers and variables and we have to fit them all together to get one result, some beautiful picture.  Last night I was stressing and stayed up pretty late.  Then I prayed hard this morning, still feeling a little unprepared.  The Lord answered my prayers.  Every question on the test I had studied the night before.  SLAM DUNK!  (I better be careful, if I am too cocky, I might just slam flunk it).  Tomorrow is the big one.  I will finish my physiology online class.  Very interesting.  This class kind of made me want to be a doctor.  I am such a prude though.  When I was studying about reproduction, I was embarrassed about the photos in the book and I put a piece of paper over them or my hand, or whatever, so that I didn't have to see those pictures in my peripheral vision.  What a weenie I am!

I have gained about 8 pounds since Paul's health issues started.  RRRRGGGG.  I take off 4 every so often and then just pack them back on by going out to dinner several nights in a row.  BUT the good news is that we have a surgery date for the transplant, May 20.  Right after school lets out.  I have jury duty that week, but hey, I am pretty sure I can get out of that one, since I am the primary care giver. Back to the stupid weight. . . I think I need a brain transplant on this one.  Why the heck can't I just stop eating extra food?  Its like I finish a homework problem--gotta eat; answer an email--gotta eat;  finish dinner -- gotta have dessert; talk on the phone -- gotta eat; go to the bathroom -- gotta eat.  Freak, that I am, I will bemoan my chubby existence at the same time as chewing up a candy bar.  You would think. . . . but I don't.

My house is messy.  No further discussion on that.

I think I am going through menopause.  I think it started last Sunday.  I'll keep you posted on that one.  By the way, I read that if you have really bad hot flashes in the beginning of your menopause that you are less likely to develop cardiac problems later.  Interesting?  Only if you are my age and getting ready to go through the change.

Children and grandchildren.  They are the most awesome of all the things in my world.  Wish I was a better communicator.  I love my kids and their kids.

OH, now this is just getting long.  Good bye.