Coaching the med school softball team

… is not exactly what I’ve been doing with my free time, but if I said what I was actually coaching, it would identify my school. (Also, isn’t softball super cool?  I always liked softball.  Let’s pretend I’m coaching softball.)

I love our team and am super excited about our season, but try-outs were a little intense this year.  They dominated my week.  I’m not sure anyone ever saw me doing anything except rushing across fields, classrooms, and generally looking preoccupied, carrying arm-fulls of checklists.

It was to the point where one could actually have been fooled into thinking I had a busy schedule, and those of you who regularly read this blog are aware that that’s not usually a true fact.  (Pro tip:  that’s never the case when you update your blog 4 times a week.)

THANK GOD THAT’S OVER.

Now I can turn my attention from “crushing people’s dreams of playing 1st base” and “feeling guilty about crushing people’s dreams of playing 1st base” to things like “neuroanatomy”, which is apparently a thing that I am supposed to know.

The thing about neuroanatomy is that I’ve actually taken it before.  Boyfriend and I met in our undergrad’s brain dissection lab.  So you’d think, having already learned this stuff once, I’d know things, but trust me – it does not help.

(… Well, unless you count astute moments like, “*nudge* Psst.  Rostrum means ‘nose’.” to be helpful.  But if so, I can tell you right now that the people I sit next to do not seem to agree.)

Their loss.  Rostrum’s a pretty neat word.