Passing Out

A funny thing happened to me the other day. Last Thursday, to be exact. It was the day before the start of our final exams. For a few weeks now I have been excited about life in general. I was excited about studying and getting through this semester. I was excited about the new people I have met. I was excited about friendships deepened and renewed. I was excited about trying to learn how to cook. I was excited about traveling to New York City. I was excited about the yearend Thanksgiving worship service. I was really excited about life in general!

Just to give you a snapshot of just the week leading up to Thursday. The previous Thursday, our class had a field trip to the Indiana Medical History museum. Our neuroanatomy class finished early so I asked my friend Joe if he wanted to have lunch at the cafeteria. Typically, on Thursdays I attend a Bible study session at school but that day I decided to skip. They were having a Christmas party and we members of the Iglesia ni Cristo (Church of Christ) do not celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ the same way other people do. (I'll probably post regarding this subject one of these days). So I got my food from McDonald's and Joe suggested that I go ahead and look for seats. As I was looking for vacant seats, guess who I saw eating by himself? Yep, our very handsome Rheumatology prof who I strongly suspect is gay. But for that moment, I temporarily suspended this bit of info and just enjoyed the opportunity to have lunch with him. Then Friday was my trip to New York City. Spent the night at a friend's place in Times Square. The city is just so alive even at 2 in the morning. The next day I met with some college friends and their families. We took the kids to the Museum of Natural History. We also walked around the Rockefeller Center. Then back again to Indianapolis. The next week was our devotional prayer for Thanksgiving worship service so I would go to school, attend classes, go to the library until about 5:30 p.m., go home and then head to the devotional prayer.

So to make the long story short, Thursday night, I was feeling calm. I was even commenting to myself that this is great. I was not at all stressed out for the finals. I was not tired or anxious. Then during the officer's prayer for the worship service, my back started to ache, my left eye started twitching followed by my right eye. I sat down in the middle of the prayer hoping the feeling will go away. When the choir started the processional, I was debating whether to follow. In the end, I did. Apparently, I lost consciousness after that. But the funny thing is they said that I walked at least 20 steps until I finally fell on the Christmas tree. There was a covered-up tree in the hall we are renting for the worship service. It was my very first time passing out. But all is well with me now. I have finished my Pathology and Neuroanatomy exams. I just have two more exams and this semester will be no more. And yes, I am taking things a little bit slower, talking slower, walking slower, driving slower, taking on less responsibilities. I finally have an excuse for not being on the go all the time. My body would just not tolerate a fast-paced life ;).

Quick Hello!

Here's just a quick hello to my few but faithful readers :). I wish that you would all leave a comment or two so I know that you like hearing from me. Maybe I'll be more inspired to write. Speaking of being inspired, the Gap is selling this red T-shirt with the word INSPI(RED). It's really cute, for a good cause plus red is my favorite color. Maybe, I'll get a shirt one of these days. Or if you are thinking of buying me a present... (hint! hint! ;)) So, what's up with me? I'm here again in our library on a Friday night. Alas, no date except for Mr. Robbins (our Pathology text)! We'll be done with the semester in just 19 days. I'm trying my best to fill my head with endless details. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with all the material. But I just remind myself that I don't have to know everything right now.

There's something about the 1st day of the month that always puts me on a good mood. Could it be the promise of new beginnings? Could it be the satisfaction of having lived another month well?

I'm sure you also want to hear about my "boy stories". Sorry, I have nothing but bad news to deliver in this department :). I met this cute professor who happened to be born and raised in the Philippines. But unfortunately, I strongly suspect that he is gay. I think I have also mentioned before that I have a crush on one of my classmates. I knew he had a girlfriend last schoolyear. I subsequently learned that they already broke up. But I just learned the other day that he had another girlfriend over the summer. I guess that means, he is not interested in me at all.
Oh well, I must have just imagined that we had some sort of connection.

That's it for now. I need to hit the books again!