winning

Anyone who was ever won anything will tell you that it takes diligence. Motivation and determination are key, and you cannot give up the fight at the first sign of difficulty. I know what you're thinking. "Gosh, Erin. How profound of you. You are the most disciplined medical student ever." Well, that may be true (or probably not), but I'm actually talking about my war against The Smell. Yesterday at lunch, I discovered that not all my classmates are as dogged in their anti-stink efforts as I. I, on the other hand, am sitting here sniffing various body parts, checking for any hint of smell, which will be eradicated upon discovery. For this, I win.

We had a pretty light day class-wise today (and this week, really), even though we had a long lab this afternoon. I did discover that I can entertain myself with four almonds and a Ziploc bag for several minutes when the teacher stops talking about cool things like how insects and birds fly and switches to boring things like why Sammy Sosa took creatine supplements, which was about 10 minutes of class today. Look, an almond square! An almond kite! An almond flower! A straight line! An almond swastika!

That last one was sort of an accident. I then proceeded to pick up the bag of almonds, drop it, and interpret the results like one would read tea leaves. "Hmm. The financial wellness almond landed far south. That can't be good." Then the professor started talking about muscles and exercise and I tuned back in, because I find that all fascinating.

Speaking of exercise, I recently ordered Zumba, the Latin dance workout. I'm so excited it makes my face hurt. Many of you are aware of my affinity for Hispanic culture and a good beat, so it should come as no surprise that after seeing the infomercial it took me about 24 hours of restraint before I simply had to have it. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm anticipating good things.

Tonight I will be spending some quality time with gross anatomy. As much as I tend to detest the lab, I really do like the subject and learning where everything is supposed to be. Hopefully by this time tomorrow I'll be able to tell you which organ is going crazy when you point to your stomach and say, "It hurts here." I can't wait!