Jackson, born and raised in Colorado, is loving the snow.
Also he’s a coke fiend. We’re looking into puppy rehab facilities. It’s a tragedy.
The weeks are flying by. For reals.
Lots of ups and downs this week. Monday was my birthday, and I spent the vast majority of my day in and out of consult with various professors and departments regarding an undergrad’s paper. He submitted an assignment and, as I was reading through it to grade it, it became quiet clear to me that he was fully unhinged. Had to call in the experts, as it were.
Then of course I celebrated by stuffing my face with fancy raw fish and wine in the company of my best squirrel friend.
The rest of the week was full of mayhem surrounding the upcoming papers that are due for my classes. I thought all was lost in terms of my dissertation proposal (which I’m turning in to my adviser as my final paper for her Neuro class), but we discussed it, and it seems we are back on track. I also had a eureka moment in the shower yesterday, so that was fun.
The hospital was a total treat this week. I got to see a weird little kid, which was awesome, especially considering I don’t think anything is wrong with her. She’s just weird! Yay! Then I got a “bonus” case on Friday. We are required to take concussion cases immediately without prior scheduling (which makes sense), so I took on this young lady who is already on her 3rd concussion. Yikes. Turned out to be a thoroughly fascinating case with lots of unexpected twists and turns.
Sometimes it’s kind of a blessing that I only see these kids once or twice and then never see them again, but other times it’s bothersome. For the client I saw yesterday, I am really quite worried about her, and I wish I could follow up with her. Sigh. Nature of the beast!
Well, back to my pharmaceutical-fueled writing session. Wish me luck.
n. a feast celebrated on the day of your 26th birthday, which marks the point at which your youth finally expires as a valid excuse—when you must begin harvesting your crops, even if they’ve barely taken root—and the point at which the days will begin to feel shorter as they pass, until even the pollen in the air reminds you of the coming snow.
You know how sometimes you have so much to do that you break it down into chunks, and you tell yourself, “Hey, as long as I do this many chunks each day for the next x days, I will get this done”?
I have that for the next 6 years.
I started grading the stack of papers from my undergrads, and it’s gotten to the point where I’m banking on them plagiarizing by the 2nd page so that I can just give them a zero and not have to read the rest.
I went home for the holidays, and then on Thanksgiving morning, my adviser emailed me and apologized for not sending me the edits on my thesis. Welp, guess the cat’s out of the bag that I hadn’t worked on it all week.
I did catch up on all my reports though! Just in time for me to go back in and have to write another one.
Oh, another fun fact. On Monday, I was sitting in my adviser’s office and we were reading a paper together, and we basically found out that the idea for my dissertation is null and void. So that was fun!
Class selection for next semester is coming up and I want to jump off a cliff.