So it's Sunday night. Staring down the home stretch--three weeks left until I get the heck out of here. The next few weeks are jam packed--paper for dance comp, orgo test, genetics test, lab paper for genetics, final project for dance comp, 254 performance, 256 showing, paper for ballet. This week shouldn't be too bad, it's the week after that will be killer.
I also need to suck it up and call Kocher's office. I don't want to, I'm terrified really, but I need to do it or at least stop pretending that things are going to change.
The weather has left righty in a much better state than it was in for the past several weeks. I'm hoping it will stay this way but I'm also not all that optimistic. I know better than that. And after all the catching, locking, snapping, and grinding that had been going on, I really can't kid myself. I just need to get through the end of the semester. Then I can take a little bit of time off, let my body get fat and happy, and then spend the rest of the summer getting back into shape.
About Me
- Meeegs
- I was your average college kid--poor, hungry, and rather unfortunate at times. I dance alot, take too many class, and have had hip surgery more times than many grandmothers. Now I'm a PhD student in cancer immunotherapy, a dog (and cat) mom, and in recovery from an eating disorder. This is the story of my life and all it's ups and downs. Told with a healthy dose of sarcasm and self-deprecation.
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