Fast.

That describes how medschool is.

Today, I got my first "standardized patient." This is basically an actor, hired by the school, to play the part of a patient for us first years. We have to go in, interview them like they're a real patient, and then write our note about it.

She seemed. LIKE A REAL PATIENT. For sure. These actors really ARE actors.

The city is weird. Very busy. Everyone crammed up against everyone, trying to live happily. On my way walking to and from school, I see folks outside their apartments, way out on the lawn in broad daylight, just smokin weed.
Like it's nothing.
Me walking by: "Hm...and THAT's marijuanna, packed into a cigar. Not a cigar. Wow."

Right now a gigantic helicopter is flying over our apt making gigantic noise. Philly totally makes GR look like a pansy place for "urban" people, versus urban people, which are here.


Anyway, this weekend I'm going to Lowe's to get nails to hang my friggin belt/tie holder I got for my birthday but still haven't hung. In other news. I have a lot of work to do. So I should go do it.

PEACE OUT, KIDddDZzzzzzzz!