1. Immunology>biochem. At least as far as grades are concerned. I've passed all three exams so far, and that's all I have to say about that.
2. I'm feeling less like an impostor that snuck in the back door, but mostly because I have this cool card with my picture on it that I have to swipe to get in.
3. If you leave that card in the car, you can't get in. And even if you hit muscle failure on the first time up the stairs because you're late to meet with your advisor, you still have to race back to your car to get the card and drag yourself back up that giant staircase. Because they won't let you in. Even if you make puppy dog eyes at maintenance. Meanies.
4. Hillari at the reception desk is seriously super sweet. And perky. I love her to pieces after I've had my coffee.
5. I still feel like I'm juggling madly to keep everything in order. But I have lots of help and support all around me. So now there's guilt.
6. HB is a saint. Seriously. He listens to me whine and moan about the very thing he's working his tail off to help me get through without smacking me down once. Although he does fall asleep while I'm telling him about the finer nuances of smoker's lung. Somebody give him a medal.
2. I'm feeling less like an impostor that snuck in the back door, but mostly because I have this cool card with my picture on it that I have to swipe to get in.
3. If you leave that card in the car, you can't get in. And even if you hit muscle failure on the first time up the stairs because you're late to meet with your advisor, you still have to race back to your car to get the card and drag yourself back up that giant staircase. Because they won't let you in. Even if you make puppy dog eyes at maintenance. Meanies.
4. Hillari at the reception desk is seriously super sweet. And perky. I love her to pieces after I've had my coffee.
5. I still feel like I'm juggling madly to keep everything in order. But I have lots of help and support all around me. So now there's guilt.
6. HB is a saint. Seriously. He listens to me whine and moan about the very thing he's working his tail off to help me get through without smacking me down once. Although he does fall asleep while I'm telling him about the finer nuances of smoker's lung. Somebody give him a medal.
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