TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!

The Grind, as the title announces like the obnoxiously bratty show-off reminiscent of the initiator (i.e. yours truly) would soon enough degrade into The Broomstick who THOUGHT it could. Being put simply, the initial hoo-ha is begining to fizz into oblivion, since I am hardly putting in any effort anymore (that being said while FB-ing and holding a book NOT remotely related to medicine currently, said medical books lay open 3' away)

But then again who said medschool would entail easy reading and light schedules? (well for this particular medschool the schedule's light, but that's not the point). So sure, judge me for not living up to expectations set by the title, but I'm certainly not about to kill myself by brain-overload. Not during this semester, at least--which brings to mind the question of who or what exactly possesed me to even think of the title to begin with.

What, you want to know what happened today?

Mandatory lectures on the endocrine system, of course; which really, is a blatant waste of time, seeing as to how the very same contents could be read in less than half the time in the textbooks (see I DO read ahead sometimes). And then there was the SP-ing session which although proved to be (slightly) helpful was a pain. Just imagine being percussed (i.e. tapped) all over the chest/stomack area by 6 or so girls who have no inkling of their strength (and kneaded, pressed, etc) and you roughly have an idea of what these sessions are all about.

Then came studying, of which effort was lukewarm at best--followed by the boring weekly MMS session.

And then it's routine all over again, all up to blogging.

It's getting late now, I probably oughta be sleeping now.