Update me in a comment with the highlights. I've been skimming entries for the last few days, and I've missed a lot.
Saturday, we did not go to Ribfest. We went to Putt-Putt instead, where I got to play DDR on a real arcade machine (lots of fun!) and a round of miniature golf (other lots of fun!) in which I made the front 9 at one under par and completed the whole course at 1 under amateur par. I also won. I suck at miniature golf. Amazingly, I didn't this time. It was, as I mentioned, a lot of fun. We'll have to do it again.
Sunday I studied, some, played a lot of World of Warcraft, and proved that I have a compulsive fear of missing class. I decided that I didn't want to go back Sunday night - who wants to spend a night alone in bed when you can instead spend a night cuddled up to your husband? - and thus, Monday, I left home at something like 8:30 AM, drove to Indy, went to the 12:30-3:00 class, then drove back to Fort Wayne just to say "Bienvenue a Son Games" into the mike at Vacation Bible School. Then I studied. I'm almost all the way through First Aid for Step 2. I've been scoring in the low-to-mid 70% on my PreTest Questions, and I have another 200 of those to go through before I open the NBME question book (what a monster!) and do 900 more questions.
Friday I decide whether the 2nd will be enough time...
Slept at home with my Angel. Forgot to do updates on my Sports Injuries Powerpoint until this morning at 0600, scheduled to leave at 0630. Left at 0645, convinced I was going to be in serious trouble getting there on time. I mark my minimum time at 2:30 door to door, and give 3 hours. I had to be there at 09:30.
I was there at 09:00. Prevailing traffic speed rivalled those lovely, sweet 4 AM trips when the road is a ribbon of uninterrupted black unrolling before you, and the night seems to sing out to go faster. They have several sections of I-69 where it's been newly repaved. It's a torment not to test the speed of my zippy little Honda. I am composing, in snippets, on the road, a poem based on "To think that I saw it on Mulberry Street" all about driving down the highway, as I do it so many times.
I worked on my presentation with my group (30% of our grade, plus we can get one of our Level III competencies done for writing a personal paper on how my group worked together (well).
And now it is Tuesday night and I do not know where the last three days have gone, but I have only three more sections to review before I have read all of the First Aid book through once. If I feel confident, I will move my exam to the 2nd of July. I never feel confident. I will hope to feel, at least, like I have a chance.
Got my professional Residency Application Pictures today. I look decent. I'll scan them soon.
And that's the last few days in a nutshell.
I have good news from the IAFP: Their delegate to the AAFP conference is unable to attend. They will pay my airfare out there if I will be their delegate. This means it is $200 round trip for the both of us instead of $400, and I will not have to spend my very last day of vacation driving from Kansas City to Fort Wayne. This also means I will be once again involved in medical politics by accident. Last time, I became Director of the Student District of the IAFP because I was the oldest person who hadn't already done it. Now I suppose I need to read the big "getting involved in your Academy" book and actually get involved. Especially since I'm being given money to go.
Hopefully more soon; tomorrow's lecture is at 13:45 and the lecturer is noted for taking the allotted 2 hours and then a little. Everyone else takes no more than an hour. Best rest up and charge Taika's batteries...