I go to work. I come home. I go to work. I come home. In a few days I'll throw class into the mix. I need a social life. I call it a successful day when I don't come home with blood or urine on my clothes. The highlight of my week is when I watch a few epi's of Grey's illegally on the internet. "Chassidy, you work your butt off and live with your mom, so you have no rent to pay. Why don't you just buy the DVDs?" Well the answer is simple- School loans are sucking my bank account DRY! Because I've been out of school for a semester I've had to start paying back my loans. SWEET. I seriously don't think people realize what a PITA it is. Seriously. I'm paying back about 300 dollars a month on my loans and I've only been in school for 2 years. Let's do a little equation. I have about 3 more years of undergrad left (thanks to the nontransferable credits from UT) and then 4 years of med school. By the time I'm out of school I plan to have about 300,000 grand racked up in student loans. I've heard that student loans are hard to pay back. Not that you don't make the money when you get out of school, but you are getting no immediate benefit from it. You are paying back loans from your first year of college where you rarely went to class and when you did you were either still drunk from the night before or you had to be there for an exam. That reminds me of a funny story. As Tony would say,"have I ever told you the story of the time I went to my math final drunk?" Well it was one of the last days of finals before summer started. Everyone was going out and partying, but I stayed in and studied for math like a studious....student? Well it got to be about 11 and I couldn't look at another equation, so I went over to the dorm room where the party was taking place. In my mind I thought "I'll only stay for a little while. Two hours at the most" Well I ended up stumbling up to my room at about 4:30 a.m. Actually I was so intoxicated someone had to help me up to my room, but that's not the point. So I'm sitting there staring at my math book wondering how in the hell I'm going to learn these last 5 theories before my final that started at 8 o'clock. The words were doing a dance on the page so I knew it was a lost cause. I ate an apple (where I got the apple from and why I thought that would be a good idea is beyond me) and hopped in my lofted bed. As soon as I closed my eyes I was spinning so fast that I proceeded to throw up off the side of my bed onto my rug. Luckily the only thing that I regurgitated was my apple. 
NOTHING Else. When my alarm went off at 7:30 I couldn't believe I was still so drunk, but I had to go. The final was given on a computer and my eyes kept going cross-eyed. I pushed through the blurriness and one of the worst hangovers I've ever experienced and took the exam. The one positive aspect of the computerized final was instant test score. I pressed the submit button and held my breath...... 97 PERCENT. I about fell off the stool. I only missed 3 questions. I grabbed my back pack and headed toward the door. The prof asked me if I had any questions about my grade and I said Nope everything was fine. I didn't want to jinx it. Never will I understand my wonderful fate that day, but I will not question it. I'm willing to bet it was probably the 12 shots of cheap vodka I did the night before.
