now don't get me wrong, i enjoy a little studying just as much as the next person. but with exam week coming to a close with the big sound and light show that is 8 hours of written exams tomorrow, i don't think i can absorb. another. fact. or. concept. for those of you who are interested (clearly all of you) in the details of said exam week, here goes. practicals are held tuesday through thursday. tuesday started 'er off with the osteopathic manipulation practical, where i had to demonstrate the ischial tuberosity spread (somewhat akin to pulling apart butt cheeks--excuse me, natal folds), and point out my partner's acromioclavicular joint, amongst other things. wednesday was histology (microscopes, cells, identification, boom-turducken), a class where some professors, more then others, enjoy the more minute differentiations in life. today, thursday, was the ultimate, the one and only, the 'jossie-grossy', gross anatomy practical: 100 bodies, 50 of them dead and covered in alligator clips and red string with greasy (yes, folks, we are GREASY greasy when we're dead/preserved) index cards prompting us to define muscles and nerves, and some more foreboding, to "be specific." there were traffic jams and crowding behind the tricker tags; head blocking, i.e. mental shoving, was less then superb. i think we might need yet another professionalism lecture: gross practical etiquette.
i can tell you that i've done enough studying (and eating) for two people over the past 6 days, but you've probably already gathered that. how i've "dealt" with it all, might prove more interesting? my tips for success thus far (ok, ok i'm presuming quite a bit here) include, but are not limited to: a daily swim in the ocean (temperature permitting), a study session in the hammock, hot outdoor showers in brick autumn air, exercise, and an unfortunate amount of german black licorice. and most importantly, on sunday night, i took a study break and made a tray of roasted vegetable lasagna with basil ricotta. i've eaten it twice a day since then.
