“Not the place where you live, but the place where you belong”

Today was my final exam (written, multiple choice) & full mock (blood draw, physical exam, oral swab, etc). I passed both. Then I came back. Got yelled at gently for not being willing to do exams & stuff. Started off helping the swamped paperworker, moved to giving results over the phone, then in person, and finally saw 4 appointments (supervised, and my supervisor did the blood draws).

It was actually cool stuff. I liked it, had fun, saw some very interesting people.

But I’m almost done with classes. Bonus classes include every cool thing we could cram into 2 hours that will make you an amazing medic, and counseling skills.

So, in truth, just one more week. Hmmm. How strange is that going to be. I won’t have a substitute for a life on friday evenings. =)

3 thoughts on ““Not the place where you live, but the place where you belong””

  1. you know, perhaps some of your social complaints of late stem from the fact that you have been “substituting” an STD clinic for a “life.” now, as a chemist in grad school, i am by no means throwing stones. i, however, do not view the chemistry department at all as a “substitute” for “a life on friday evenings.” the chemistry department is many things, but a life on fridays evenings it is not. perhaps you would have a funner time with things if they didn’t revolve around gonorrhea.

    seriously though, congrats on being done with training! perhaps now you can tell me what this bump is on my … never mind. 🙂

    1. reading back over that, i don’t think the sarcasm is 100% apparent, so i’ll tag on a disclaimer here for the few people who may read that last post and tell me to get my ass to a clinic, pronto. so, (insert your own version of a disclaimer here that covers jokes made in bad taste).

    2. Well, I viewed it at first as more of an impediment to a life, then it became a habit. Now it’s a thoroughly ingrained habit. I mean, what else is a guy to do on a friday night 😉 Well, at least a broke guy. I oughta throw a party at some point…

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