My silly dog.

This is a vidoe of Paisley after I gave her a bath this weekend.
#1 Notice how nasty she looks wet. #2 Notice she only freaks out while the hair dryer is on, otherwise she just sits and looks at me.

Histology is cool.

Ok, so I know I'm a dork, but I wanted to share a couple of pictures that I think are amazing from my lab today. Well, one is amazing, the other is funny. The first is of brain sand. Yes, brain sand. This is the term we were given. The picture comes from the pineal gland and the dark spots are the brain sand. I thought they looked more like blobs, but hey, who asked me? The next is a picture of a vein in the adrenal gland. I just thought this picture was really pretty and showed red blood cells really well. If you want to know what any of your organs look like under the microscope, just ask me and I'll show you. The body is amazing and God is such a creative creator!!

Don't get your hopes up.

I don't have anything too exciting to share, so I'm sorry. I literally have been spending all my time outside of school studying. I've had 3 huge tests in the last 3 weeks and here are the -unofficial- scores:

Histology- 85

Gross Anatomy- 77

Biochemistry- 82

I have another test tomorrow morning and another one on Tuesday. This is my life.
I guess I should take this time to give "shout outs" to a few people who's feelings I hurt by not mentioning them on my blog. If you also feel the same way, let me know and I'll write about you, too.

First, my parents- B-Diddy and Rennizzle (aka Barry and Renna). I basically have the best parents in the whole wide world and wouldn't be where I am without them. My mom is my best friend and my dad is my supporter. I definitely wouldn't be in dental school if it weren't for my dad, and I definitely wouldn't be as cool if it weren't for my mom. Just kidding, I'm not cool. But she is... It has been about 3 weeks since I've seen them and I hate it. I love you guys!

Second, my best friend, Traci. She is super cool.. and smart and pretty and talented and another reason I am in dental school. I first met her in Zoology, my first class ever at Hardin-Simmons. We didn't really know each other until the next year, but I always remember thinking she was really pretty (with gorgeous long hair) and really smart. Then we wre partners in Organic Chemistry lab and the rest is history. I wish we would have become friends right off the bat b/c maybe, just maybe, I could have been in her wedding, too. (considering that now she and James are Jordan and I's best friends) She is a year ahead of me in dental school and has 2 kids, yes 2... freak. Elaina and Madelynn are my little adopted nieces and they are so cute. Jordan is Elaina's boyfriend!

So there you have it. In the future I will write about all my family members, so don't cry just yet. I only have time for a few at a time.

Peace!

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Update

Ok, so if life is a tea jug, it is at least made of crystal. I just went and checked my answers and I got a 77. So I am extremely happy right now. Just wanted to let all of you know.

Life is like a tea-jug of milk

Indeed, life was like a tea-jug of milk yesterday and here is why:

I had my first Gross Anatomy test. I studied more than I've ever studied for any test in my whole life. I felt pretty confident I would do well, and by well, I mean a "C". There are 2 portions to the test: a lab practical, which is purely identification, and written, which is complete bull crap. (Excuse me, I'm still angry.) I had the lab portion first, and felt good about it. The professors tagged ridiculous examples that were extremely poor choices, but all in all, I did well. Then... there was... lecture. I had taken years' past tests to see how well I knew my material and had done extremely well, contributing to my confidence. This confidence was immediately shattered by the first page of my 17 page test. I have never felt so angry during a test. It was ludicris! After an hour and fifteen minutes of guessing, I turned my test in, defeated. Not only was I angry, but I was worn out physically. My poor little mind had just spent an hour banging on the walls of my skull, and I was tired. Being the fat kid that I am, I chose Freebird's to cheer me up- which it did- for a while.

So how does this relate to milk? Well, I will tell you. After Freebird's, Jordan and I went to HEB to get 2 things: dessert and milk. We are big cereal eaters and had been out of milk for a week, so you can only guess at how excited we were to buy a big ol' gallon of the white goodness. What goes well as a post-burrito snack? Lucky Charms of course!! As with my test, I was confident and -relatively- excited about my milk being wonderful. I had prepared myself for a week and now it was time. So what happened?? The freaking carton cracked on the way home, leaking milk on our back seat!! I mean really.. can the day get any worse??

So like my broken spirit, the broken milk jug spilled everywhere. Although I couldn't put my spirit in a tea jug, I could our milk. And so now we are not pouring our milk, but holding our bowls under a faucet.

I hate Gross Anatomy.

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