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I went to the first day of my second year of classes. They called it year two orientation. It was more like seven hours of absolute hell. I thought orientation meant meet the instructors, get a sylubus, get a text book list and go home. Oh no that was not my experience. Orientation meant meet the instructors, get a sylubus, get a text book list, attend a three hour lecture on electrolyte balance, drive home through severe rush hour traffic, and read text book after text book, and fall asleep dreaming about dehydrated cells. Today, two hours before my second day of classes, I've got four text books open preparing for today's lessons and subsequent lab. And next week I'll be up to my elbows in shit. Every kind of shit. Yep, this is my life. And for some reason the characters in this paragraph are significantly larger than the characters in the first paragraph. I don't know how I managed to do that. |
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