I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
I whisper your name

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Thank God for the little things.

Thank you so much to everyone who sent me good wishes and love and encouragement. You're all wonderful. I'm home, O Best Beloved, and done with the exam. Actually, I got there at 0757, by the center clock, congenitally early for really important things that I am, and they let me start then.

At noon, I took an hour lunch break. I figured I'd accumulated an hour of extra break time anyway. I walked over to the branch campus building where I'd spent my first two years and made the rounds. King Darrell is giving up directing the Pathology section after this year. He'll still teach, if they want him to. They'd better want him to; the man was the best Path teacher I ever had. Grandpa Barth the center director is retiring within the next few years. His second wife's colon cancer, formerly in remission, recurred with metastases to both lungs. She had a third of one out on Friday, and the other will go as soon as she's ready for another surgery. Within a month. His first wife died post-operatively of multiple emboli. She never came out of anaesthesia. I told him I'd pray for him. He said he appreciated it. And then he hugged me.
Lowene-our-den-mother hugged me too, and Dr. V, the first professor ever to fail me (Anatomy, first semester, first year) laughed when I said I was sticking to family medicine. Dr. M, microbiologist extraordinaire, had his hip replaced and he keeps overdoing things. There's also a bunch of "bullshit" about the final exams in Micro after a professor down in E'ville wasn't too subtle about giving students the answers. Don't be a stranger. He still hasn't found a book as good as the 800 pages of notes he gives us during the semester. Dr. S was glad to hear I honored Neurology, and Dr. K s wife was, as usual, far more interesting than he was - the man taught the most tedious Pharmacology ever. Dr. B has lost weight, perhaps his logorrhea is catching up with him or perhaps being a physiologist is taxing. Dr. R still bikes and still teaches biochemistry. Uncle Rog wasn't in, more's the pity, and neither was Meg. An hour of telling people how great third year had been, and how I was headed for Ft. Wayne for residency, and showing off that I can do well despite barely passing the first two years.
I wondered, leaving, if I would have gone back if third year hadn't gone well.

Eight blocks. Forty-six questions each block, one hour per block. I did the first five in four hours and the last three in two and a half. I took an hour for lunch. I finished each block and couldn't remember the one before it, except vaguely. There were two easy blocks and two hard blocks and four in-between. The variation between easy and hard wasn't so much that I didn't know the answers as that the proportion of fifty-fifty answers was bigger.
I feel, overall, pretty good about it.

Got home, started to clean my study stuff up and realised that today was the due date for my paper from Radiology. So I wrote it and e-mailed it. Whoops. And now I can finally settle down to doing nothing but the things I want to do for a few days. I think I'll start by finding the floor in the bedroom. And then I'll bring a stack of notes and practise exam printouts to Firefest and bloody well burn them.

And I'm going to play World of Warcraft until my eyes fall out of my head.
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