Change of Scenery

Note: The previous 52 posts are dumb and I'm only keeping them because I want to read them again someday so that I can say to myself, "I wrote that?" In other words, don't mind reading them. It's all garbage. In fact, this post is also garbage, and so are all the infinite posts that I will potentially write. Bottom line: Why are you reading this anyway?

I've changed cities. Quezon to Manila, and I hate Manila. It's the color of the place. Everything is gray. The sky is gray, the streets are gray, the air is gray, the faces of the people are gray. Contrast this with Quezon which has at least green trees and blue skies (with gray horizons, but who cares?). In Manila, all the trees have been replaced by technicolor electric lamp posts that do a really bad job at providing shade (and oxygen and fruits and general green-ness).

But I have to say this about Manila, the UP campus there has an easy registration process. It's just a 3-hour wait to get your registration materials and a 1-hour line at the cashier. Simple and easy. I was standing in line at the cashier and I heard these English-speaking freshmen complaining about the heat and the slow line. I wanted to knock their heads together. I'd like to see them register at Diliman. They'll probably faint just trying to get a PE class. HA HA. That was really funny.

There is of course a secret to Diliman registration.

One thing good about moving to Manila is finally getting a decent room of my own. Finally. With a ref. I'm so happy I could eat. And my own CPU (which is too slow for the games of today, sigh).
The reason I'm here is med school and it's really...well, I haven't formed an opinion yet since it hasn't yet started. And it seems like it's never going to start. This is the first time in my life that I want a stressful, work-intensive situation to actually start. All that's happening is an endless barrage of brainwashing orientations that applaud the college, the faculty, the students, the new experimental teaching methodology, and the students. Why won't it just start? I've heard of sensitization but this is just crazy.

I've been spending the past two weeks attending said orientations and drowning myself in Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy DVD marathons. I can't wait to put on a scrub suit. It just looks like so much fun on TV. I've also realized that I both want and don't want to be a surgeon. Now I have to choose which thought I'm going to ignore.

I noticed, from the DVD marathons and from actual experience at PGH, that hospital workers are generally grumpy individuals. They complain a lot and they hardly smile. I can't wait to be just like that: grumpy, tired, stressed-out, high-strung, and ready to go supernova.

I am so bored.