Back to the Grind

It's the third week of class and I'm back into the groove of school. I spend countless hours a day in the library, fall asleep during lecture, am addicted to caffeine again, and have nightmares about professors trying to kill me. I'm fitting in quite nicely.

Grad school is quite difficult...as if I haven't been told this a thousand times. But you don't really get it until you're the one absorbing (or not absorbing) all the necessary material. The faculty teaching the classes in the program is made up of a brilliant group of doctors, all studying cutting edge medicine - usually from the biochemical point of view. I'm fascinated at how much information I'm taught in a single hour of lecture. The faculty switches off with one another during lectures, depending on the subject and their strengths in that particular area of study. I'm learning material that has been researched in the past week, and modern day textbooks become out-of-date by the time lecture is over. Pretty amazing. If anything, I'm sure to come out of this program with a profound respect for everyone that works "behind the scenes" of medicine. Those people are the real healers.

I won't be applying to medical school for the coming year. I plan to finish a second year in the Biomedical Sciences program to get my masters. From there, I'll decide whether or not medical school is in the cards, but will have a masters to fall back on if need be. Solid plan? Sure, why not?


I know this post is captivating and if you're still reading at this point, you're really procrastinating. I don't have any pictures to share, or any really great stories to tell. Why? I'm not in Colorado. At least that's what I can figure. I miss my day hikes, the random happenings of life out there, and, of course, skiing. (O yeah, and the boy) I should change the heading of this blog, "Thoughts from the High Country." Because I'm certainly not in the high country any longer, no matter which way you look at it. If anyone has any good suggestions for a new blogger heading, let me know. (This does not include "Jersey whore ramblings" or anything of that nature) I may or may not change it... it's nostalgia at this point.