According to Tim: 02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Vikki, I think you have a drinking problem!!!

Monday, February 13, 2006

First Test Is Over!!!

The first test of 3rd semester is over and I'm glad. I just have to keep up with everything because everything just keeps building from here on out. I can't wait to be off this rock. Just need to make it until August.

One of the things that we covered for this exam was human sexuality. Very interesting lecture with some interesting questions. The best one was, and I quote, "How do you do a Gyno on a Trannie?" Never heard the answer because everyone was laughing too hard. Oh well, I guess that is what field experience in the clinics is for.

One Gripe about my High School Class

A friend told me to go to to see what people from my class have been up to. And the answer is nothing. Here are the common things people are talking about:

1) Their Bastard Children.
It's great that people are creating life. But can't you do it in a more stable situation than being a single parent with some crappy job?

2) Their surgical enhancements
Thank you for supporting the medical community, but no one really cares that your self esteem was so low that you needed to go under the knife to obtain what is culturally accepted as the perfect body.

3) Their "Achievements"
Just because you only took a summer writing class at Harvard and passed, does not mean you can claim to be an alumnus from the institution. YOU NEED TO GRADUATE FROM IT!! See points 1 and 2 for more, plus whatever sexual conquest they feel like talking about.

Overall, my class is nothing but self absorbed losers who aren't doing anything with their lives. Granted there are a handful of teachers (this is respectable) and a few people have or are pursuing advance degrees and there are a few people in the armed forces, but the rest are stereotypic Generation Xers. Grow up people. You are no longer in high school. If you haven't found yourself by now, get some help and move on. There is more to life than clinging the comforts of bygone adolescents.