For the past two days, Houston has been so beautiful that it seems almost inappropriate for the usual stress that precedes a week of tests. So I spend a Friday night in the library, contently studying with no anxiety attacks. It's really not that bad, especially when one has good friends close by.

The pre-med office made a mistake that's quite too late to correct. They apologized, and I accepted. I mean, what is there to be done. How much damage it did, if any, I will never know. Thus, to not drive myself crazy, it's best to just categorize this into the "fated" bucket and move on.

Other things are fated too... and I must MUST MUST accept! I will bite my lips and chug through this process. Thank God I have tolerant friends who try so hard not to roll their eyes at me... thanks... I appreciate so much!

Oh! How could I forget! New Orleans was fabulous. I had a sense of ... anticipation... like I belonged there. Not THERE as in the location exactly, but there as in medical school. At this point, I just want to go anywhere that can mold me into a good good doctor. I can't wait... really.