What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, "hooray for our side"

Monday, November 28, 2011

I'm not dead, yet

Another tough test. Studied way too much detail, which means I didn't study hard enough on what I needed. Scored 93%, with +2 bonus (Ivermectin, if you needed to know). Don't know where I was in class. So, one more lecture test (where I'll miss the last week), one more lab test (which I'll miss), and presentation. I could stop now and get a C.

Presentation is on Wednesday. We just were assigned our topic tonight (Plague and Lyme Disease, I plan to start my presentation with, "Bring out your dead!" in a bad English accent, scoring on both).

And did I mention the BLS/CPR class on Thursday where I have to finish a workbook before class? Oh, and everyday I have to get into work about an hour early.

Short story, I'm boned.

3 comments:

fabutronic sheila said...

Ivermectin? I've got some of that, in a 1.87% apple-flavored paste.

Doing the "bring out your dead" routine will be fabulous. It will help you find out who the cool people are.

You are going to take a break at the end of the semester, right? It's no wonder you're so tired -- everyone else was relaxing over thanksgiving weekend, while you were busy doing stuff like studying.

Steve Buchheit said...

Hmm, a little River Blindness going on?

And, yes, since you asked, I'm taking time off around the holidays to maximize our holiday time off. I think this is the first time I'll have take two or more days off together in about 2 years (last time was VP, IIRC, back in 2009). Well, other than being out of work (which, as we all know, isn't that restful).

I'm feeling the cracks in the foundation forming.

However, the holidays also means (gulp) family obligations.

fabutronic sheila said...

Good to hear that you're taking more time off. I hope you don't overschedule yourself -- but that should be easier without the coursework.

No river blindness going on here. The ivermectin is for Romeo, to fight the worms he sometimes picks up at pasture. Romeo, who pouts in the corner of his stall when he spies the mouth syringe. After a few minutes of pouting, though, and with many apologies from me, he will walk over and let me squirt it in. Kudos to the manufacturer for trying to make the paste more palatable; even so, Romeo insists that it's yucky.