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Saturday, February 18, 2006

Lord of the Spring Break - Part 1

And thus I begin the epic adventure titled "Spring Break". I can honestly say that I have no recollection of how it feels to be on a break from school and work because I simply forgot. So, this means I must document this adventure well. Let me begin from the beginning then...

I did indeed fall into a fugue state during my biochem midterm after all. All that studying, preparation, hours upon hours in the library - POOF. I became the drooling, comatose idiot that people look up during their exam and say "What the hell is that idiot doing?!!". I couldn't help it. First of all, in my defence, I'm a tried and true professional at multiple choice exams. 250 questions in 3 hours, 100 questions in 1 hours, whatever. I can do it (3 years in EXCI have trained me well). It's a finely tuned skill, I have system to do MC exams. So, when I sit down in front of this so-called science exam...short and long answer (what the hell is this?!!), it might as well be gall bladder surgery - looks like a mess, makes no sense but we still have to do it. Personally, I think I'd rather have my gall bladder removed. Especially since the question that stumped me was "Name the 3 components of bile." I should have known this. I blame it on my fugue state. Nevertheless to say, the rest of the exam went along those painful extraction of my internal organs.

And the single most ANNOYING thing ever? People discussing the midterm questions after it is over. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, YOU OVERACHIEVING NERDS. But I dealt with that in the most non-violent way that I could - it included Linkin Park, headphones and volume on MAX.

Of course to make myself feel better, I could only do what makes me most happy. To make boys cry (yes, you all deserve it). I swear, they asked for it. Literally. They ask me to train them, so I do. Training the Mcgill Men's Rugby team brings me some joy in life. So, after making them do ridiculous amounts of tough exercises, I felt better. But what REALLY made me feel better was going to Vol (de nuit) and getting somewhat hammered. I deserved it, I think. Come on, I can recite all the reactions of the glycolytic pathway and the TCA cycle without blinking. I don't think 3 beers is unreasonable. Sad to think it only took 3 beers to get me hammered. Wow, I'm losing it...

That night I finally got 9 hours of almost felt like was beautiful.


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