Summing it up

Well I'm on office duty at work right now, so I figured it would be a good time to post something before I disappear for another few months. Anyway this is my 4th week of EFY and so far each of them has been distinct...mostly for injuries and what not:

Week 1: knee dislocation week
Week 2: the flu epidemic week
Week 3: the on-stage seizure/first ambulance ride/15 year old fan week
Week 4: the lightning strike/MCAT week

I know I should talk about those in more detail, but I'm feeling a little too lazy to sum up all four weeks. But it's been so fun here! I thought I would definitely not be efy material, and not that I have become efy material or anything, but I've had a lot of fun and made a lot of friends. This week has been great, but it's been stormy! We had our games night at Kiwanis park yesterday which ='d pioneer trek a la 1846 hike from helaman halls to the park...it was so long! Luckily we have cars, but we had to hang out along the path and guide them up to the park, and it was windy and raining and lightning and thunder and all that fun. So then we did a few games in the wet and rainy park and then apparently lightning struck a gazebo thing where some of the counselors were and all the nearby kids ran under trees (aren't they boy scouts? c'mon!) so we reverse-trekked it back down to the dorms. Of course then it stopped raining. Anyway I wasn't near the park when the lightning supposedly struck but it sounded like a real interesting time!

Oh I got my MCAT scores back this week! I got a 32, which is a very average-accepted white kid score! So I think I'll be accepted somewhere! Sweet huh? I thought I could maybe do a little better than 32, but 32 is still very decent and like I said, is about the average score for accepted students. So no johns hopkins for me, but the real good news is: no trying to figure out other options besides med school either! Because for awhile now I have felt so so good about going; I've felt like it is really what I want to do in life. Now I have to finish my applications though, George Washington done, 11 (or maybe 14) more to go.

I also wanted to pay a little tribute to one of my sports heroes who just retired today - Paul Kariya. Kariya was my favorite player on my favorite NHL team, the Mighty Ducks (they were probably everyone's fav hockey team growing up, but at least I lived near Anaheim growing up). He retired after 15 seasons because of brain damage he received through multiple concussions, even though many teams offered him contracts to come back to play. Through his dedication to his rehab program, he "jumped from the 20th to the 80th percentile in brain function," which I admire so much. There are probably tons of people that would ignore the Dr's advice and just play, especially if they're feeling better, but it takes guts and a lot of wisdom to give up the more exciting life of playing a sport you love to focus on staying healthy. So admirable.


More stories to come? Yessir.

My new schedule

Now that I have devoted my summer to giving bandaids and claritin to emotional EFY-ers, Saturdays have become an interesting phenomenon in my life. Today we wrapped up the week at 930AM, followed by a Denny's run for breakfast with all of my great coworkers.(quick side note: Due to the marathon on University today, I slowed down and asked a cop where I could turn to get to freedom blvd. He asked, so I told him I was going to Denny's, to which he responded by asking if I was going there to eat. My possible responses: 1) "Yeah, why?" 2) "No, just going there to hang out." I was definitely in a tight spot there.). After Denny's, I pulled into the elms, and was greeted with that familiar musty smell of a 40 year old apartment complex in need of some serious renovations. After unpacking a few things, I jumped in bed and have been there ever since. And it's 6pm. And I feel great. Apparently the week of no sleep catches up with me every Saturday, and renders me immobile for the day. Anyway, I guess I've been here long enough. Time to enjoy my week off! On a super sad-for-Ross note: I lost my ray-bans. Yup, my fake, 7.5 euro favs from my senegalese homeboys living in Italy. Maybe that's the real reason I want to stay in bed.