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It's been a long day. It's Monday. I just finished an annoying treatment plan assignment for my Clinical Methods class; it was annoying. Tomorrow, I'll finish my transcription assignment for Language Development. Before much longer, I'll be off to see my family. HALLELUJAH!

I went to my Mom's today after school and she made the most delicious dinner. It was a puff pastry filled with meat and cheese. Oh my gracious it was awesome. While we were there we watched Baylor and Duke play girl's college basketball. I'm all about the Big 12, but I am NOT all about Baylor this year.

Mainly because of this trash and all the attention she gets:


Yeah, that girl in white? That's Jordan Barncastle of Texas Tech... the psycho in black is Brittney Griner of Baylor. I'll try not to get on my soapbox, but that girl shouldn't even be playing yet. She should've been suspended for waaaaay more than two lousy games. When I get to be queen, I'll totally get her back. Anyways, Duke pretty much fell apart at the end. They were ahead most of the game, but then made some silly decisions when it really mattered (as in like the last 40 seconds). So, Baylor now goes on to play in the NCAA Women's Tournament Final Four. They'll play the winner of the Kentucky/Oklahoma game. I wouldn't be surprised if they made it to the national championship game, but even Baylor (and their freshman freak phenom) can't do anything about UConn (although I will admit that will be a GREAT game should it happen). So, I hope they make it to the title game. And then I hope they get eaten alive. Of course my dear Mom (she with the Baylor degree) wants them to win, but she's much nicer than me.
So, I might be a bit extremely bitter, but really... no one deserves to play after they've broken another player's nose. End rant.

My dogs make me so so happy. I love them so much and I love to see their little personalities come out as they grow. Sophie has decided that rolling around in the dirt and grass is fun, so she's my little tomboy and Sadie is still the protective big sister who barks for absolutely no reason.

So, I have an AMAZING opportunity at Vanderbilt this summer. Vanderbilt is in Nashville, Tennessee.



As in 1015.25 miles from home.

I was completely caught off guard by the invitation and sometimes it still feels like a dream. Vanderbilt is the Lexus of universities. And their medical school is just as prestigious. They are a big deal. I thought about the offer, talked to my teachers and family, and have decided to go for 6 weeks at the end of the summer. I know it will help my resume and my experience SO much. But. That is a LONG way from home. Lubbock is all I've ever known. My immediate family has ALWAYS been in the same town, usually right down the street. (I realize I sound like a complete baby right now, but I don't expect other people to understand how close my family is.) And now, I'm going 1015 miles away and I'm scared to death. My wonderful family has been (as usual) SO supportive and everyone has really encouraged me to go. One of the best things is that my parents and my sister are both planning on going to Nashville to visit me for at least a few days. That will certainly help, but I'm constantly worried about being so homesick that I'm just miserable. My mom has said "you can do anything for 6 weeks" and in a way, I think that's true. But it's terrifying. I'm hoping the anxiety goes down at least a little bit a whole heckuva lot.


I spent last Thursday through Sunday helping my Dad at an auction he had. I ended up having school canceled for Thursday and Friday, so I was able to help without missing class or clinic time. I think the world of my Dad. He is the most generous, selfless, protective, unconditionally loving, financially savvy man I've ever know. And he has the absolute best manners for any man I've ever been around. He runs his own business, and I know at times that has been frustrating. Yet he has never wavered. When sales were sparse but tuition was due, he made it happen. He has ALWAYS made it happen (as has my Mom---it was pretty balanced). So as much as I dreaded waking up at 5:45 AM to help him get through a 17 hour day, I was excited. I don't get to see him as much as I would like (although we either talk or text every day) and he wasn't always around growing up. He picked me up by 6:30 and we made the hour long trek to the sale site. We caught up, laughed, had wonderful conversations. I'll always cherish that time with him. Through the three days, I learned some pretty awesome lessons. He is so wise and practical.

A few things I learned:

• you just can't please everyone.
  
• Sometimes, it's just not worth arguing about.
  
• Mistreat/humiliate him, and you should get ready to get a look that could kill.
  
• Hold your tongue even when you don't think you can.
  
• Do the absolute best you can in any circumstance.
  
• Keep control of your temper; some things just aren't worth the energy.
  
• Be rude to my kids, it's on.

This particular consignor (seller who hired him to work it) was EXTREMELY difficult. They were an older couple who was selling off bookoos of antique tractors and "collectibles". They griped and complained from start to finish. "You're selling it for too low." "I'm (the sellers and their families) going to sign up for a bidder's number so I can bid against others in order to get the price higher." That is a NIGHTMARE. And other bidders certainly pick up on it; they were pissed. The seller was driving my poor Dad absolutely insane. They would get to an item and suddenly the seller would withdrawal it; he randomly decided (after they had already come to it in the sale lineup in front of everyone, mind you) he wanted to keep some of his junk. It annoyed me and I just heard about it from him. Sure, they could buy all their old crap "antiques" back, but then they sure as hell aren't making any money at all. So they shot themselves in the foot. And then my Dad charged them commission for all their buybacks. He is certainly not a mean man, but I just think he had had enough (and if you ask me, they deserved a LOT worse than a 2% increase in commission). Anyways, it was a great weekend and I'll always remember it fondly (even if I do think those people should be catapulted off the Grand Canyon).

I wish lonely never existed. I wish people could think before they speak. I wish people could (and would) be considerate of the feelings of others. I wish rudeness didn't exist. I wish I had no more tears. I wish life made more sense. I'm ready for bed. Goodnight.