Only 1.5 years into it. I suppose it could be worse. 
This semester is going to be great, it really is. It’s exciting, it’s fun, it’s interesting, and if I survive I’m sure I will look back on it fondly. The pace is just insane — and it’s not like we were moving slowly through material before. But this is what I signed up for, and I’m going to give it all I’ve got.
My boyfriend, who shall here be known as Bubble Boy (he’s possibly the most atopic person I have ever met), asked me what my New Year’s resolution for this year is. I semi-jokingly replied, “To be a gunner.” Of course, I don’t intend to start defenestrating my classmates or anything, but I am ramping up my effort to the 150% range. I struggled with motivation at times in classes like biochemistry, but that’s all history. I’ve already suffered for my resolve — I have a bruise on my thigh from rolling over Robbins when I fell asleep one night while studying and I broke a fingernail when I tried to pick it up out of my backpack with one hand, misjudged how heavy it was, and dropped it. I guess that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. 
I registered to take Step 1 and, I must admit, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I feel like I have so much to learn between now and June, and so little time in which to do it.
Oh, well. FORWARD!
