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Wodicka and I had been talking about how we could make the site a little more interesting the other day, and he suggested that I write about being a premed student, since I like reading other medical student blogs. The one major difference between their writing and mine is that they’re well spoken and funny, and I’m not really.

I told him that I thought him writing about being an English major would lend funnier events such as, finding a muse, drinking coffee, and talking about non-sensical things such as global warming and women’s rights. But he insisted on me writing about premed-ness.

My first post brings us to Friday night.

All week I’d been worrying about my biology test, which was in a week. Sure had it been a religion or psych test I wouldn’t give it much thought until the night before, but this was my love, my passion, IMMUNOLOGY. I couldn’t deny my chance to prove my mastery of the knowledge of the different classes of immunoglobulins, inflammation reactions, and leucocytes.

But first I had to fulfill my requirement of being a college student, and get incoherently drunk. It started with a “DDP,” (10 dollars to whoever figures out what that means*) then moved on to the track house party. I then conversed with the numerous people I had only heard of in lore. There also were quite a number of GCers there, including my senior prom date’s cousin. Odd…

The night wouldn’t be complete without some one calling me out on my nerdness though. While gathered around a game of kings I met this guy who had been in my chem class and lab. We introduced ourselves to each other, and then he followed up by saying, “You know, I would have never thought of you as someone going out and drinking.” Way to be pal!

So the next day came with a glorious headache. I wasn’t complaining though. I could at least eat. So I popped 400mg of ibuprofen, (better known as Advil) knowing damn well that the recommended dosage was 200mg, but I’m premed I’m allowed to. Riiiight…. Then after studying for a little while my roommate felt the need to tell me how one of the girls at the previous night’s party said that I looked like I was really smart. (HA! Fooled another person!) I asked why she thought that, and he took pleasure telling me that she said it was because of my big forehead. Bah.

I continued studying throughout Saturday and late into the night. But of course I had to take my break for ER Theater on ABC. Yeah, that’s right. I stay up until 1:30AM to watch 2 hours of ER. (Auto-transfusion Carter?!? What were you thinking??!) Which reminds me, it’s on today at 2 or 3. Better check on that. By the end of the night I still didn’t know the molecular weight of IgG, A, M, E or D. Who the hell ever needs to know this stuff?

Sunday was a lot of the same. Woke around 1PM and continued studying until my mom made a special guest appearance while traveling home from Vermont. We had a nice dinner at Applebee’s (where I ate more than I ever thought I could) and she tried to convince me that clinical psychological testing was cooler than medicine and that med school is too hard to get into. Evidently she thinks I’m still the Greg of HS. You know, the one who didn’t do any work and got B+’s and was fine with that. (She later told me that she hated people that didn’t do work and got B+’s) But I’m a new Greg. One that does the reading that’s due, even if the author starts diagramming sentences out of no where, studies days in advance and goes to office hours. She still didn’t believe that I was the type of person a premed student needs to be. Looks like I had to bring out the big guns…

We went back to school so I could show her my dorm and such. She said that our common room looked grey and bleak. She also gave a remark of disgust to the Gwen Stefani poster on my door. (Shut up now. It had nothing to do with the music.) Then I showed her my half of the room where she was more than impressed with my cleanliness. But then she caught sight of the LotR poster and diagrams of the muscular and skeletal system on my wall. She proceeded to call me a geek. Thanks mom. Then to completely prove to her that I was premed quality….

Now I realize that none of you reading this have ever seen or heard of my science notes, so please make sure you’re sitting down.

I opened up a binder reading IMMUNOLOGY on it and she bore witness to endless pages of typed out notes…..IN PAGE PROTECTORS. Yes, I know I have issues, but they make the notes look so much nicer, and now I can put my diagrams in back-to-back! Okay, I’ll just stop trying to justify this. So between the notes and my obsession of planning ahead she declared that she thought I had some for of OCD. Good job mom. Could have never told you that one.

BTW I also rewrite all of my chemistry notes onto computer paper and put them in a binder too.

So my mom went home and I continued reading about Ishigawa and the discovery of IgE and how it’s destructive and not protective. Nick came back to the room after his friend from home left and I asked him how his friend liked Marist. He told me that his friend had a good time, but that he thought I was a little weird. Yeah, so what’s new? I then said I couldn’t blame him since I was studying all weekend. Evidently on their way to Church (capital C) his friend had asked, “Is your roommate a science major, cause he was studying a lot?”

The word of premed.
Praise be the degree of D.O.

*JK

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