Rotten asparagus and other observations on graduate school
Pharmacy school's recent additions to my life:
Rotten asparagus
About a month ago I was preparing for block exams on a Thursday night. Having conceded to eating frozen pizza for dinner, I turned our oven on. Minutes later, the kitchen smelled peculiar. Not smokey, really, and oddly enough, not a foul odor. Just peculiar. I opened the oven to find a cookie sheet scatted with withered, four-day old asparagus.
Implications of this discovery:
1. I was saddened by the realization that my oven had gone four days without use. (I was, however, grateful to realize that my oven had been off for those four days. Though I'm sure a fire caused by blazing asparagus would have been hilarious for our insurance agent.)
2. I was disgusted by the idea of rotting (and relatively expensive) vegetables inhabiting said oven for four days.
3. I have not bought asparagus since.
4. I am now slightly curious every time I open the oven.
The 44-ounce Speedway conundrum
The College of Pharmacy sits next to a Speedway. Their 44-ounce fountain drink is by far the most economical choice if you plan on sipping all afternoon. But I end up guzzling most of a 44-ounce Diet Mountain Dew, which I am certain takes up the greater volume of my abdomen, before a three-hour class set. In hopes of not drawing attention to myself, I try to only go to the bathroom during the tiny breaks we get between professors.
I am certain that I will wet myself in class before I graduate. It is only a matter of time.
Accidentally becoming a spectacle at the public library
I'm virtually unable to read a campus map (or any map), so I cannot walk to the campus library at UK. Well, OK, it's not just a campus map problem. It's also an "I-don't-want-to-play-Frogger-on-South-Limestone-and-die" problem. I grew up in Hyden. We have two options for main street: in or out. So I generally avoid navigating campus, which hinders my ability to study near my peers.
Jonathan brings me to the Jessamine County Public library on short class days and I study while he works. I waddle in with my turtle-shell backpack and unload at a large table, books and papers and highlighters sprawled out everywhere. I am an auditory learner, so I mumble to myself (or, OK, talk to myself) when I read. I tend to tune out the entire universe when doing math problems and I scribble all over scrap paper in a quick, erratic fashion out of pure excitement. (Sadly, not sarcasm.) And if I have my iPod it is blaring Needtobreathe or David Crowder, and I'm fairly certain my math oblivion includes singing along without realizing.
I've realized there are three age groups that frequent public libraries: little kids, their parents, and the elderly. I don't think adults really notice, but children stare at me a lot. They come in with their moms to get Goosebumps books and suckers and give me this look that says, "What are you doing here, loser? You're like 25." Well, OK, they may not think exactly that, and I'm only 24, but they don't seem to welcome my presence. And it's sad, too, because the coolest part of the library is the children's section. I'm hoping to work up the courage to sit in that section one day and spread out all my stuff on a tiny red table and sit in a tiny blue chair. I'm sure that would help with my spectacle creation.
Fish and other mistakes made at McDonald's
In the interest of getting more Monopoly tickets at McDonald's (and thus possibly winning free food for future meals), I ordered the Filet-o-Fish combo even though I do not normally care for fish sandwiches. Serious, serious mistake.
In addition, I had gone inside to get my food, and unfortunately, got confused when trying to exit the parking lot. I drove around the building and found myself facing an angry Buick who was exiting the drive-thru. I quickly backed up and thanked God for the amount of grace that is required to get me through block exam weekend.
Rotten asparagus
About a month ago I was preparing for block exams on a Thursday night. Having conceded to eating frozen pizza for dinner, I turned our oven on. Minutes later, the kitchen smelled peculiar. Not smokey, really, and oddly enough, not a foul odor. Just peculiar. I opened the oven to find a cookie sheet scatted with withered, four-day old asparagus.
Implications of this discovery:
1. I was saddened by the realization that my oven had gone four days without use. (I was, however, grateful to realize that my oven had been off for those four days. Though I'm sure a fire caused by blazing asparagus would have been hilarious for our insurance agent.)
2. I was disgusted by the idea of rotting (and relatively expensive) vegetables inhabiting said oven for four days.
3. I have not bought asparagus since.
4. I am now slightly curious every time I open the oven.
The 44-ounce Speedway conundrum
The College of Pharmacy sits next to a Speedway. Their 44-ounce fountain drink is by far the most economical choice if you plan on sipping all afternoon. But I end up guzzling most of a 44-ounce Diet Mountain Dew, which I am certain takes up the greater volume of my abdomen, before a three-hour class set. In hopes of not drawing attention to myself, I try to only go to the bathroom during the tiny breaks we get between professors.
I am certain that I will wet myself in class before I graduate. It is only a matter of time.
Accidentally becoming a spectacle at the public library
I'm virtually unable to read a campus map (or any map), so I cannot walk to the campus library at UK. Well, OK, it's not just a campus map problem. It's also an "I-don't-want-to-play-Frogger-on-South-Limestone-and-die" problem. I grew up in Hyden. We have two options for main street: in or out. So I generally avoid navigating campus, which hinders my ability to study near my peers.
Jonathan brings me to the Jessamine County Public library on short class days and I study while he works. I waddle in with my turtle-shell backpack and unload at a large table, books and papers and highlighters sprawled out everywhere. I am an auditory learner, so I mumble to myself (or, OK, talk to myself) when I read. I tend to tune out the entire universe when doing math problems and I scribble all over scrap paper in a quick, erratic fashion out of pure excitement. (Sadly, not sarcasm.) And if I have my iPod it is blaring Needtobreathe or David Crowder, and I'm fairly certain my math oblivion includes singing along without realizing.
I've realized there are three age groups that frequent public libraries: little kids, their parents, and the elderly. I don't think adults really notice, but children stare at me a lot. They come in with their moms to get Goosebumps books and suckers and give me this look that says, "What are you doing here, loser? You're like 25." Well, OK, they may not think exactly that, and I'm only 24, but they don't seem to welcome my presence. And it's sad, too, because the coolest part of the library is the children's section. I'm hoping to work up the courage to sit in that section one day and spread out all my stuff on a tiny red table and sit in a tiny blue chair. I'm sure that would help with my spectacle creation.
Fish and other mistakes made at McDonald's
In the interest of getting more Monopoly tickets at McDonald's (and thus possibly winning free food for future meals), I ordered the Filet-o-Fish combo even though I do not normally care for fish sandwiches. Serious, serious mistake.
In addition, I had gone inside to get my food, and unfortunately, got confused when trying to exit the parking lot. I drove around the building and found myself facing an angry Buick who was exiting the drive-thru. I quickly backed up and thanked God for the amount of grace that is required to get me through block exam weekend.
posted by Courtney K. @ Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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