Moving On

Team USA was a big disappointment yesterday. The World Cup ride has been a fun one, but it ended on a low after they failed to show up against Ghana. And this one they can't blame on the refs. I'll still following the matchups, but I'm learning the frustration involved in being a fan of USA Futbol. Rumo a hexa-campeao Brasil!

I can't think of anything of note that happened in this past week that is worth sharing. There was a bit of irony in my Advanced Writing class on Friday. My teacher, who is really just a primary teacher teaching grownups, was talking about the importance of using the active voice and not the passive. She had us do some practice exercises where we eliminated "to be" and replaced it with an action verb. The first sentence was "A good author is aware of his verbs." She asked us how we would change it and my classmates responded with the verbs, "uses, knows, understands" and so on. I decided to share my opinion and said, "I wouldn't change it unless there was a good reason to use a different verb, because each way has it's own particular meaning that differs from "is aware of"." She immediately rebuffed me and responded that we had a good reason to change it. Anyhow, she continued her teaching but not 30 seconds later I caught her saying "are aware." I glanced at my friend and we smiled knowingly. And she was only getting started. At least 5 times in the next 15 minutes she used the phrase "are/is aware." So much for using those verbs.

I've learned a few things about myself in the past week. It is really HARD for me to work full-time. It is really hard for me to work just part-time in my current employment. I had cut my hours to about 10 per week over spring and the end of winter. After all I had the MCAT and shadowing I had to do. Well I've been wanting for money recently and decided to pick up my hours to at least full part-time, 20 hours per week. That means 4 hours per day, but I can hardly last an hour straight without needing some kind of break. I know a lot of it has to do with my job, but I also know that part of it is just who I am. I love to have variety to my day. I handle the variety of school pretty well, with work and research time mixed in, even if the days are long. But tell me to work 8 hours straight at one thing and I'll languish and lose my focus quickly. I hope medicine will give me that daily diversity that keeps me engaged.