hot diggity

so i took the job. i think it will be good--and the parts that aren't will surely make good stories.

everyone else in my class is envious of the schedule, and also of the fact that i will spend a fair amount of time with hot med students. their words, not mine. all the paired ones want to live vicariously through me, all the single ones want me to get them part time jobs. i'm not entirely sure that they understand the job part. and also i'm not entirely sure i understand how most of the other people on earth work.

i should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. that never happens anyway, but also tomorrow is our last day of clinical for the year. we're getting out early and having a picnic in the park and our instructor is bringing her dogs. she's the best.
i can't believe the year is almost over. i'm amazed at how much we have gone through and endured this year... remember what a huge slobbering mess i was when i got here? i wouldn't say that i'm proud of my accomplishments, but maybe i should be.

i don't officially start work until june 20. my last final is june 4 and then i fly to chicago for my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary. just so you know, that's more years than i've been alive. i am toying with the idea of going to new york city for a couple of days after that. any takers? i'm 27 years old and i have never been there. that seems wrong. and i want to see the moma before i die. maybe several times. let me know if you want to come with me, or if you have any other grand plans in which you want me to partake. i'm just looking for a bit of summertime fun before starting the grind.