And then I will have so much to chat about.
The birds are chirping, the sun is shinning ever so brightly, its a beautiful flush blue sky with dots of white fluffy cotton swab clouds, however; over across the distant horizion there's a stench ever so foul, the smell of rottening flesh mixed with hot, humid, ashy air funneling from the darkening expanding vortex in which is engulfing the serenity that we've called summer.
I can see it now, the innocence of the incoming freshmen class prodding around campus, the overly aspiring pre-med students asking lame questions every fucking class, complete nerds who dedicate their lives to avoiding any social aspects of life, the loose nerdy girls who are willing put out because I will be the only semi-good looking guy in their nerdy classes, the dumb asses who thought partying 25/8 was a Major but are going to fail out because someone forgot to mention to them that it wasn't one (What about business school? Ah, my bad, I forgot that one), jerk off jocks who steal my girls, mostly, the people who will annoy me the most are the "we know everything" fuckers along with those who ask a question about questioning question's question five times each lecture, read the book asshole.
Best thing about classes starting,
I will be one step closer to finishing my major, there will be thousands of amazingly good looking girls everywhere (My University is huge, ~16,000 students, a huge pool of girls to choose), I will have so many people to select for my daily entertainment purposes,I will find fellow students with similar ambitions, grabbing drinks, with friends of course!, at a bar before the horrifically boring lecture. Most importantly, I will not be working the two mundane, tedious, dead end summer jobs,
All in all, I am excited.
+15 pts, You have discovered a new ability, Stereotyping (+5 bonus damage dealt)!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Volunteer 101
Rule #1- When the Anesthesiologist is rambling on about the inner workings of the heart, while viewing it on a sonogram monitor, do not ask anything, do not speak, if you must make an acknowledgment, use a simple "yes" and "ok". Basically, you have you zero clue to what is going on.
Rule #2- You are not welcomed as a worthless pre-med especially by the, hawk-eyed, angry surgeons in the OR. Therefore, when entering the OR immediately head straight to the Anesthesiologist's crammed corner and stand directly behind something awkwardly large and intrusive, but be sure to remain close enough to throw a peak, or two, around the large object to glance at the operation.
Rule # 3- Don't speak, breathe too loudly, cough (ever), chew gum loudly, slouch, ask questions (under don't speak), try to be helpful, fall asleep, or look directly into the eyes of the Surgeons. Speak only, when at first spoken towards, and then hopefully words will jumble together to create a coherent sentence in response.
Despite all of these rules, my experience "volunteering" in the OR has been a treat. As I have witnessed a double lung transplant, a man being operated on after a traumatic car accident, and a non-invasive surgery. Surprisingly, the smell of burning hair, site of bright red blood, organs such as a spleen and two lungs taken out of the patients body, and "guts" being washed before being placed back into the patients body has not made me nauseous. As far as the actual volunteering part I am absolutely nonproductive in anything useful. Mostly, I am watching procedures for my personal benefit while chatting with the Anesthesiologists. But we won't tell my personal essay/the medical school adcomms that part...to them, I was caring deeply for ill patients, running through landmines searching for cures, assisting Doctors with finding critical overseas operation supplies (such as towels), spending valuable time with patient's families, making thousands of crucial IV apparatuses, and discovering my true passion for medicine that I've experienced a medical specialty revelation, a future non-invasive thoracic surgeon!
+15 pts, You have gained a new level!
Rule #2- You are not welcomed as a worthless pre-med especially by the, hawk-eyed, angry surgeons in the OR. Therefore, when entering the OR immediately head straight to the Anesthesiologist's crammed corner and stand directly behind something awkwardly large and intrusive, but be sure to remain close enough to throw a peak, or two, around the large object to glance at the operation.
Rule # 3- Don't speak, breathe too loudly, cough (ever), chew gum loudly, slouch, ask questions (under don't speak), try to be helpful, fall asleep, or look directly into the eyes of the Surgeons. Speak only, when at first spoken towards, and then hopefully words will jumble together to create a coherent sentence in response.
Despite all of these rules, my experience "volunteering" in the OR has been a treat. As I have witnessed a double lung transplant, a man being operated on after a traumatic car accident, and a non-invasive surgery. Surprisingly, the smell of burning hair, site of bright red blood, organs such as a spleen and two lungs taken out of the patients body, and "guts" being washed before being placed back into the patients body has not made me nauseous. As far as the actual volunteering part I am absolutely nonproductive in anything useful. Mostly, I am watching procedures for my personal benefit while chatting with the Anesthesiologists. But we won't tell my personal essay/the medical school adcomms that part...to them, I was caring deeply for ill patients, running through landmines searching for cures, assisting Doctors with finding critical overseas operation supplies (such as towels), spending valuable time with patient's families, making thousands of crucial IV apparatuses, and discovering my true passion for medicine that I've experienced a medical specialty revelation, a future non-invasive thoracic surgeon!
+15 pts, You have gained a new level!
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