I recently read some article about how the “sugar high” is a myth. But right now I have 3 syrup-laden pancakes in my stomach begging to differ. (And a completed lecture outline! And two more pages of summarized notes! And a flowchart!)
(Yes, that’s a sign that the school year needs to end. I’ve already become resistant to diet coke, coffee, and red bull. If summer doesn’t rescue me from this self-destructive cycle soon, this pancake business makes me think the next step will be resistance to insulin. Or, I don’t know, meth. Either way, my dentist will kill me.)
Also, yesterday I went to bed at 4am and woke up at noon. Not because I was out doing exciting things – although Boyfriend and I did celebrate our 3-year anniversary (Way to go, team!) – but because that’s my regular sleep schedule now that I don’t go to class anymore.
So.. on the bright side, I’m saving time, I feel more relaxed, and I honestly get more studying done.
On the not-so-bright side, I have the sleep schedule of a 3 month old, I wear yoga pants every day, and it’s possible that people are beginning to forget that I actually go to this school.
I suspect I’ll become a dorm legend. The pale, mysterious medical student who can only be spotted on stormy nights, at the end of the hallway, or at events with free beer.
… Yep. Time to start going to class again.