January 27th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

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So I was explaining Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal" to Jim.
Scott: I've always wondered what human flesh tasted like.
Me: Weren't you the one who wanted to try cocaine?
Scott: Crack, actually.
Jim: Come on over to my house tonight, Scott. We'll smoke crack and eat babies.
It dawns on me suddenly that reporting these conversations is not the way to encourage faith in Your Future Doctors...

Pathology Exam 1 Score: 78%.
Sufficient unto my needs, but I would have liked to do better. I can cross my fingers and hope for a curve, or I can get my shit together and study the stuff I know is going to be on the lab exam. And keep up on the notes for the next one.
Exam next Tuesday, on Cardiology. Heger writes it. Too bad we have no fucking clue what he's going to pimp us on, since he's not the one lecturing. And then a lab exam the Monday after that.
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Nescafe rabbit

Open season on interpretations: "shadowsong"

Shadow's song,
             come along,
      sing the story low
                 Night and day,
shadows play, 
          midst the winter snows

  Cross the night
                   in shadows' flight
            far from seeking eyes
       Dost thou know
                    here below
Why the shadows cry?
             NsB 27.01.03
Waiting for it to be 2:00 and Dr. Smith to come and lecture for the afternoon lab. I don't want to be here. I so don't want to be here.
On the other hand, McBride did his lab on male genital system in something like 20 minutes, especially the gross specimens. Especially the invasive squamous cell carcinoma of the penis.
Big Scott: Is...um...that a post-mortem specimen?
McBride, squirming: No, actually, it's a surgical one.
Scott, turning pale: They just...cut it off?
Big Scott: That must've left a hole.
McBride: Well, unless they had some left over...
And from there, it turned into the Typical Male Jokes. We were laughing so hard.
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