Full Circle
So the other day, after we finished
major orientation activities, I realized that I have come full circle
in my academic career and returned to middle school. I mean, not
only do we get lockers, (yes lockers!) we're also assigned lecture
groups, with whom we'll be attending classes and labs (which have
alphabetical assigned seating) with. It
felt like the heydays where you had a homeroom, were assigned to
"teams", and never saw friends outside of your "team" except during
recess and lunch. Dental school = middle school, except with
metal pokeys. Any day now I'm going to wake up and find an email
in my inbox reminding me to: "make sure to cast your votes in the
cafeteria tomorrow for 'best dressed'! "
Had an auspicious night out with some of my fellow colleagues (yeah the
word is weird to me also) last night. In the midst of the swirly
revelries, I took down people's numbers and in the midst of
drunkenness, thought it be clever to assign descriptive
nicknames. Brilliant move, for the day after I'm left with
entries in my cell phone like: "doublefistersmith" and "amymadatpussy"
and just the vaguest clues to who these people are. I mean,
wtf?! Amymadatpusy? Was there a fallout between her and her
pussy? And what is doublefister's real name?? I mean, it's
one thing to yell "Wooooooooooooooo! doublefistersmith!!" while
pounding shots at a bar, but using such a moniker in the daytime is
rather awkward... "hey, uh, doublefistersmith, you know where
anatomy lab is at?" Doh!
Observation: guys in clubs are idiots. I mean, what's with the
whole 'let's just go up behind a girl and start grinding on her'
move? I don't care how drunk she is, I think she'll still
notice when all of a sudden a body with chest hair sprouting out of a
striped collared shirt and emnating some BO + Cool Water combo suddenly
started attacking her backside. I don't know why I have this
racial
prejudice hardwired in my brain, but whenever I think of "sleezy guy at
club", I mentally conjure up a Persian.
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