Island Fever

It's been a while since I've written and for the few of you out there who read my blog I apologize. Studying for midterms was like having two full-time jobs: medical student and cheerleader to keep the medical student from giving up. Sure, you have family and friends that offer their endless love and support--and for that, I am so thankful--but at 3am when it's just you, your Netter's textbook, and your last can of DC, there isn't anyone to reach out to but yourself for motivation.

Thank goodness for that last can of DC. I survived midterms.

I felt absolutely exhilarated leaving Bell Hall after finishing the Biochemistry midterm. While some were dragging themselves back to their dorms to nap before Bananas, I was doing bell-kicks and cartwheels in the soccer field. It felt wonderful to be done with midterms--a true achievement! I was half-way through my first semester of medical school, I simply couldn't believe I had come this far.

I flew back to my room and grabbed my wristlet (we're only allowed to bring pencils and our SGU ID to examinations) ready to go out and celebrate. The only problem was, I couldn't find anyone. No one was answering their phones. Skype chatrooms were empty. Where were all the first-termers?

Disappointed by the fact that my class was so lame, I decided to go grocery shopping. It was on my "to-do" list for the weekend, although it was further down on the list after 1)partying 2)sleeping in and 3)BEACH. Either way, it was a must, especially after two weeks of eating cereal (with milk from a BOX!) granola bars and Kraft's macaroni and cheese.

I caught the bus headed for IGA and happened to sit next to Zach, a fellow Vermonter. He was off to Grand Anse beach, where it turned out the rest of our class was celebrating the end of midterms. Thrilled to discover where everyone was, I ditched my logical afternoon agenda and had drinks with Zach and his friends on the beach.

The boxed milk will just have to wait...