I suppose by the title of this post, I must start at the "end" of the day and work backwards. If you look at the time stamp on this post, it will read something like 20:30, which is not truly the end of my day, but you can consider it the end of my "generative" (SBS term!), productive day.
I am sitting at my computer at the moment, enjoying a bowl of freshly-made kimchi fried rice, which I was suddenly inspired to make today after staring at my pesto pasta for about the seventh day in the row and deciding that I had finally had enough. I love kimchi, and now that I have used about half a tub of kimchi in making myself some fried rice, I will have to go buy some more. I question the amount of kimchi I used, but it still tastes great, probably thanks to the huge dolop of chili sauce I topped it off with. I have never before made kimchi fried rice, and it is not difficult, but there is still a sense of accomplishment. Oh, how med school skews your view of things. No longer is doing well on a test something that gives me that sense of accomplishment (perhaps because doing well comes so rarely and the tests so often), but feeding myself well and making myself go to the gym, those are such confidence boosters.
As some of you may know (or not, I don't know who actually reads this), this weekend was Second Look. For those of you not affiliated with a school of medicine world, second look is when they invite all the accepted, prospective students back and we try to get them to come here next year. I volunteered to lead a tour, as well as sit on the student panel and try to answer some questions. The tour was...well, it was a tour. How exciting and how boring can it really get? The student panel was also...a student panel. I don't really know what they were expecting. We gave the regular answers that anyone would expect. Are we happy? Yes, I polled some of my classmates yesterday as we sat at happy hour. Yes, we are happy. Perhaps I do not understand because I did not attend Second Look last year myself. But I honestly believe that happiness is something that you are responsible for yourself.
And so in that vein, I took the time and played tennis this morning!
Go Yankees!
Sorry it was such a useless post. But I was excited about kimchi fried rice, and I did not want to study.
24 April 2010
06 April 2010
On revelations, not epiphanies. Actually, ramblings.
So, it's been a while. Every time I hear that phrase, I think of that old Staind song that was oh-so-popular back when we were in high school. Hmm, haven't heard it in a while, perhaps I shall go and hunt it up on the computer.
Anyway, Spring Break was a very long one and a half weeks ago. I can hardly believe it. It seems so far away already, and I have literally had just six days of school. And it's not like I even attend 50% of the lectures. What did I do? I slept, ate delicious food at home, did some inane little things, and hung out with some friends. All in all, I lazed around for a week. And it was wonderful. I do miss old spring breaks, though, when everyone had spring break around the same time and I got to see more of people, instead of hearing via facebook or gchat that their spring break ended as soon as mine began, or that it ended even as I was beginning to prepare for finals. But that is neither interesting nor useful in any way, so I'll leave it at that.
Relevant to Spring Break but not quite is that fact that I spent, at the very least, 18 hours in a car listening to the radio over the entirety of spring break. I imagine that's not that much longer than the average commuter who sits stuck in traffic five days a week, but it did mean that I had to listen to several songs over and over again.
Allow me to introduce to the number one most overplayed song this Spring Break -- Orianthi's According To You. Now, before I looked up this song, I had never once before heard of Orianthi. I must admit that I found this song, at first, rather catchy. And then I put it out of my mind because EVERY SINGLE RADIO STATION, literally, played it at the very least, twice a day.
Then, last Wednesday, I was driving back from the airport after dropping my mom off, and this song came on the radio...again. Well, if you know me at all, I really like listening to the lyrics of songs. So I had all these scenarios in my head about the story behind this song. The obvious one would be the crappy relationship she's in, where her boyfriend is complaining about everything that's wrong with her, whereas there's this mysterious other guy who apparently loves everything about her. Then there's the question of whether or not she's still into the guy who hates everything about her, with the one verse that sounds like she's finally telling him off. Then, I thought, wouldn't it be really crazy if this "you" she's referring to her is actually herself. Maybe someone with a self-confidence crisis or something? Which is unlikely, because she refers to this "you" as a guy. Layers, perhaps? But whatever. Like I said, this is what I'm thinking about on the drive home. You know, in case school wasn't enough to think about.
So I came home and looked up the music video. Which consisted of a punk-rock-looking girl playing the guitar with some random hand showing me the chords in the foreground. Disappointed. I really was. I'd spent a good ten minutes thinking about this song, and they give me a girl playing a guitar in a garage and a photo shoot or whatever. Really? I'd like some closure, Mr./Ms. Songwriter, on what you intended for this song to mean.
In other news, we're studying endocrinology and metabolism this quarter (along with neuro, yay! and a couple other things irrelevant at the moment). So in one of the lectures, we talked about energy intake and expenditure, calculating BMI, etc, etc. So as I'm sitting in the library the other day, not wanting to study, I decided to calculate my own BMI. Which is not exactly good news. If I did the calculations right (which is also questionable, since my arithmetic has seriously deteriorated since I started using calculators), if I gain about 10-15 pounds, I could be considered "overweight". Ahhh! Okay, have decided to start going to the gym in the mornings and tennis on Saturdays. And eating healthier. Seriously. I always say this, but I'm really going to be on top of it this time.
Uhhh, yeah. I think that this post qualifies as rambling after an early morning workout. It does not qualify as revelations, much less ephiphanies. 'Til next time, which may be soon, as tests start again next week.
Anyway, Spring Break was a very long one and a half weeks ago. I can hardly believe it. It seems so far away already, and I have literally had just six days of school. And it's not like I even attend 50% of the lectures. What did I do? I slept, ate delicious food at home, did some inane little things, and hung out with some friends. All in all, I lazed around for a week. And it was wonderful. I do miss old spring breaks, though, when everyone had spring break around the same time and I got to see more of people, instead of hearing via facebook or gchat that their spring break ended as soon as mine began, or that it ended even as I was beginning to prepare for finals. But that is neither interesting nor useful in any way, so I'll leave it at that.
Relevant to Spring Break but not quite is that fact that I spent, at the very least, 18 hours in a car listening to the radio over the entirety of spring break. I imagine that's not that much longer than the average commuter who sits stuck in traffic five days a week, but it did mean that I had to listen to several songs over and over again.
Allow me to introduce to the number one most overplayed song this Spring Break -- Orianthi's According To You. Now, before I looked up this song, I had never once before heard of Orianthi. I must admit that I found this song, at first, rather catchy. And then I put it out of my mind because EVERY SINGLE RADIO STATION, literally, played it at the very least, twice a day.
Then, last Wednesday, I was driving back from the airport after dropping my mom off, and this song came on the radio...again. Well, if you know me at all, I really like listening to the lyrics of songs. So I had all these scenarios in my head about the story behind this song. The obvious one would be the crappy relationship she's in, where her boyfriend is complaining about everything that's wrong with her, whereas there's this mysterious other guy who apparently loves everything about her. Then there's the question of whether or not she's still into the guy who hates everything about her, with the one verse that sounds like she's finally telling him off. Then, I thought, wouldn't it be really crazy if this "you" she's referring to her is actually herself. Maybe someone with a self-confidence crisis or something? Which is unlikely, because she refers to this "you" as a guy. Layers, perhaps? But whatever. Like I said, this is what I'm thinking about on the drive home. You know, in case school wasn't enough to think about.
So I came home and looked up the music video. Which consisted of a punk-rock-looking girl playing the guitar with some random hand showing me the chords in the foreground. Disappointed. I really was. I'd spent a good ten minutes thinking about this song, and they give me a girl playing a guitar in a garage and a photo shoot or whatever. Really? I'd like some closure, Mr./Ms. Songwriter, on what you intended for this song to mean.
In other news, we're studying endocrinology and metabolism this quarter (along with neuro, yay! and a couple other things irrelevant at the moment). So in one of the lectures, we talked about energy intake and expenditure, calculating BMI, etc, etc. So as I'm sitting in the library the other day, not wanting to study, I decided to calculate my own BMI. Which is not exactly good news. If I did the calculations right (which is also questionable, since my arithmetic has seriously deteriorated since I started using calculators), if I gain about 10-15 pounds, I could be considered "overweight". Ahhh! Okay, have decided to start going to the gym in the mornings and tennis on Saturdays. And eating healthier. Seriously. I always say this, but I'm really going to be on top of it this time.
Uhhh, yeah. I think that this post qualifies as rambling after an early morning workout. It does not qualify as revelations, much less ephiphanies. 'Til next time, which may be soon, as tests start again next week.
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