Melancholy is one of my favorite words, by the way. I also enjoy archipelago and polydactyly. You should know this if we're going to be friends. I highly encourage their use in our witty banter.
School started a few weeks ago, and something strange happened...I didn't experience my typical Hooray-I-Get-To-Use-My-Backpack euphoria. (Euphoria: another good word. Add that to the list you're keeping.) Yes, I prepared my colored file folders and loaded my pencil pouch with trusty #2's. I even went so far as to add a little flair to the backpack. Still, nada in the excitement department.
My classes aren't helping the situation. We spent three hours on advance directives in my first Biomedical Ethics class. The thought of talking about death and dying for another three hours in the second week induced a migrane on the way to class. I literally drove all the way to campus, lost vision in my left eye, and then made a u-turn back home. My Chronic and Communicable Disease lecture is a little less painful, but not by much. The professor is one of these gotta-be-funny-to-keep-the-kids-entertained guys, and it really pushes my buttons sometimes. I prefer dry and informational. This is a biology class, after all. Isn't dry and boring what we signed up for? The highlight of the week was when I learned that tape worms will crawl out of an infected child's anus at night if you shine a flashlight up there. You could also just apply tape across the area overnight and retrieve them in the morning, stuck to the adhesive.
In a related matter, my diet has improved since lecture began.
I'm neurotic today because...
...producing this blog was more arduous than birthing my children. (Arduous. Add it.)
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