It's that point in the semester where every single person has a countdown. It's also usually the exact same countdown: how many days until we go home. Most people in my semester are all leaving on either Friday the 17th or Saturday the 18th. I myself am leaving the 18th, and hopefully it's for good. I went to Miami this past weekend to find a place, and hopefully no ugly little surprises will pop up and prevent me from moving in!
Exam 2 over and done! The results were much better overall, no nasty pharm surprises! Once again my highest grades were in questions and subjects directly related to the clinical practice of medicine as opposed to recitation of encyclopedic facts. They have their merit, but I am not, and never have been overly skilled in the rote memorization of vast tracts of seemingly unrelated facts. String them together or give them some direct relevance and we have a different story, but in fairness to my professors it's difficult to do that for every single thing. SO we get stuck with rote memorization of vast tracts...blah blah blah. I find I have to study a bit less for the clinical information because up until now we've learned most of that hands on. That can be more nerve wracking at first, but I enjoy being in the clinical setting. Perhaps this bodes well for me as a practicing physician???
Sidenote: there is a bird that loves to sit in the entryway to my building and CHIRP its blasted mating call at 645 in the morning. The main downside about my building is that everything that happens in said entryway can be heard by every single tenant. Said bird might find itself dead and stuffed if it doesn't leave me alone. Ok, I'm not really THAT violent. Sometimes it likes to come sit on my windowsill and do its chirpy thing, in which case I usually go bang on the window to make it leave.