TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!

And typical of any normal day, we arrived slightly later than usual at the lecture halls—I blame it on the escalators. Really, now shouldnt it be working on the busiest time of the day? --no! Some idiot just apparently thought it would be a brilliant idea to NOT turn it on, and as a result I had to expend more energy than usual getting to class.

But that's alright.

The fact that there were no empty seats in the lecture hall wasn't.

So I had to seat on the friggin' floor, which was thankfully carpeted. Not like it was any consolation, though. Sitting itself proved to be hard when my pants are tight and I'm in an effin' shirt, which, for the great information of many, I'd prefer to remain uncreased. Well, as usual the lecturer was already two or so slides into the lecture, so that didn't help either.

First lecture was on the special senses—no, not the ability read people's mind or something, but more like the sense of sight, sound and the ilk. Right. So apparently doctors think these senses are “special” but hey, I'm just a newbie to this so whatever.

And he began talking about the nose and the olfactory senses; brushed a little on the histology of the olfactory nerves, then moved on to gustation, taste buds, yadda, yadda, yadda.

The torture thus began; he started yammering about eyeballs and vision, and strange names (names which I must say can be easily mistaken for spells in Harry Potter) like levator palpabrae superioris and many other things. That was when I dropped my pencil and resorted to listening alone. Taking notes was too much today—I nearly died in the next lecture.

Taking into consideration how I was not sitting on a seat but a carpeted floor, you can imagine how arduous taking notes was. Half the time I looked like I was sprawled on the floor while trying to decipher what the lecturer was trying to say when he was talking about the ear and auditory senses. His accent was too great a distraction. Ironic, really when considering how my auditory senses was failing as he was lecturing about it; but sitting on the floor apparently makes you sleepier, as well.

So he spent a whole half and hour or so chattering (an image of a psychotic chipmunk comes to mind) on the anatomy of the ear and the tympanic membrane (with the diagrams, for the love of God I cannot comprehend—it looks like a slug to me) but in my humble opinion took the proverbial cake when he went “Oh, and by the way, only 2 questions can be asked about this”. I shall leave my thoughts at that moment to one's imagination.

The lecture hall was at sub-zero temperatures as usual.

Fortunately for me, PBL (Problem-based Learning) was a much less of a tedium compared to lectures, which is strange, considering how I usually dislike PBL due to stupid questions being asked and how our facilitator tends to agree with whatever ridiculous matter my group may suggest (which invariably lead me to refer to her as an enabler of idiots).

This time around we had a different facilitator, so that was good. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. This week's diagnoses was the complete transaction of the spinal cord from L1 downwards, leading to paralysis and loss of sensation of the lower limb. Much more interesting, compared to, say, to diagnose why a couch potato was becoming a social recluse (3 weeks ago) and come out with stupid learning issues such as “psychology of a 50-year old male”. (for the record, there were no relevant material on that matter. Each individual deal differently with life—its really depends on much factors with nondescript variables.)

Lunch. Had a meal. Hopped between the sluts and the other gang. Rushed to meet my case-study group. As usual, I almost forgot about it, if not for a text message sent by the leader. When I arrived, there were only 2 of them, and so we waited but only one arrived shortly after; which makes the 4 of us. The others, were “not free”. Since when was I free?

There were 4 of us discussing.

Our group has 10 members. Simple math would tell you that 70 of them were not present, which, if I remember correctly, (do correct me if I am wrong) makes up the bulk of the group.

Stupid retards. (notice how I refrained from using an expletive)

The meeting ended shortly after that: 10 minutes was all it took.

It was already raining outside when I got home, and that was when I remembered I had to collect a letter from the Admission's. Back to campus again, but this time I took an umbrella; more specifically animeslut's umbrella, which I must stress was the only usable umbrella in the apartment.

It was also bright, bold, pink.

So.

I returned and read a couple of emails, one of which was from my mother. I shall not reveal the contents here, but to put it succintly it is one of those letters your mother would send you if you don't call back enough.

Get the idea?

And so I napped until now.

What's for dinner tonight?