Very little Faith...in group project partners.

So I wake up this morning from my Easter-chocolate induced sugar coma to the realization that I have a group project due this evening in Medical Law & Ethics. It is on the landmark legal cases of "Baby Doe & Baby Jane Doe", basically the right of born-alive infants to receive treatment.

The group decided that we would do a PowerPoint and everyone would be responsible for putting together slides for one particular aspect of the case and we would combine them into a presentation.

I did my PowerPoint slides on the case summaries, roughly 16 slides.
My next partner that did hers on the ethical dilemma, about 12 slides.
The final loser partner that I knew was going to blow it, submitted an editorial-like word doc that we were barely able to distill 2 coherent slides from.

There's always one loser-moron-slacker in every fraking group.

I pray that it is never me.

Got to run to the morning S.I. session for A&P. Peace be with you on this day my Internet brethren.

Still truckin' mother trucker...

25 days left of this semester.

It's been a while since I last posted an update, I've been super busy playing a proverbial game of "Life and School Wack-A-Mole" I just didn't have a sec until now.

A lot has transpired recently, I've conquered the big projects, presentations and papers in Micro and Medical Law, tackled big exams in everything - and thus far still clockin' all A's. Although I took some rather nasty exams yesterday whose results remain to be seen.

Other tidbits...

• The shop (aka piano dungeon) is inching closer to its final demise - I can't wait to be out from under that beast! I'm nearing the end of my final piano rebuilding project - the project I've affectionately nicknamed the dreaded "Devil's Rectum" piano. I installed the last of the strings today, now I need to figure out how to make it play...
• I'm all registered for next semester and I'm once again locking horns with the inept boobs at the financial aid office.

Umm... I guess that's going to have to be it for now, I have to head to the gym for some self-induced torture before picking up the Smoochster from daycare.

You call that a break? I'll show you a frakin' break, of your 3rd cervical vertebrae!

Well my break sucked. I worked. I got super sick with a 103 degree fever. Then I worked some more. Then I wrote two ethics papers and studied for a midterm. Thank the fracking Elder Gods whose names can not be spoken that my "break" is over and I'm back to making progress here.

I woke up extra early, the first day after daylight savings in order to drag my barely awake butt in front of my computer so I could officially register for my summer semester classes. Government, Comp II, and Algebra.

The system crashed right after I logged on.
It should have taken me 1 minute,
it took 53.

I went back to class this morning. Attended the S.I. session for A&P before lecture, just to get the gears turning. The usual mind grease of coffee wasn't working very well, but I survived without lapsing into a coma.

Then I ate lunch, went to the gym, worked out, ran 5K, went back home, showered, crammed for my Med Law and Ethics midterm like a possessed monk, then ate dinner, went back to school, turned in my papers and took the fraking test on which I think I got an A but won't know until next week.

Whew! Now it is time to begin the descent into Microbiology madness as I spend all my free time from now until Wednesday 3pm when I have another mother fraking test in that class. Plus there are pianos to tune, taxes to do...