Oh, Man...

Saturday night. A time when every college student is supposed to chill (partying is usually Friday night). And here I am, in Starbucks Los Alamitos taking a break from my studying. Looking back at my week, I realized (only now?) that most of my time were spent in academic pursuits (what else is new?). I am thinking that Lauren, my mentee, was probably right when she said that it sucks to be me. Here's a piece of evidence- my week from last Sunday:

Sunday- 6:30am- I got off work. Went home ready to pass out.
6:45am- After blatantly disobeying the speed limit, I got home and passed out.
~2pm- Woke up with drool on my pillow. Got up and went to the library with my brother to...what else?

Monday- ~12:30am- Got home. Slept.
9am- School. Ingested caffeine.
6pm- Went jogging.
9pm- Study myself to sleep. I had no idea what time did I get to close my eyes.

Tuesday- See the 2nd and 3rd lines of Monday.

Wednesday- See Tuesday.

Thursday- See Wednesday. Add Science Enrichment Movie Night til 8:30ish.

Friday- 9am- Signed in at the Scicence Center to tutor.
10am- Aha! First question. Trig.
10:30am- Oh great. An ochem problem.
11am- Tutoring hours over. Still working on the ochem problem. Person who asked the question already left.
12ish- Finally figured out the correct answer. Was thrilled to get back to that lucky person who sought my help.
1pm- Lab. Dissected flies.
3pm- Still dissecting Drosophila mutants.
4pm- Found out GFP (Green Fluorescent Protein) in certain mutants did not fluoresce. SHIT. All that tedious
fucking shit for nothing.
5pm- Went home feeling stupid, inadequate, and a disgrace to the scientific community. Took a nap.
5:35pm- Drove through traffic. Ignored the law. Got to work on time.
6pm- Work. See you tomorrow. I will be an ER slave for the next twelve hours.

Saturday- 6am- Can't take this fucking shit anymore. Went home. Passed out.
3pm- Went to Carson, met up with mentor who's graduating from UCLA DGSOM with an MD/MBA soon.
7pm- Los Alamitos. Study.


Oh man.