Splashing

So it occured to me today that school has become like a nightmare swimming lesson. Picture yourself in the 12 ft. deep section of an olympic-size swimming pool. Now add the fact that the only preparation for this swim was that you recently aquired Floaties (but still haven't quite figured out the exact way to inflate and use them). At this point, you're either a sad 3 year old who has the remarkable ability to read blogs but is about to drown, or you are in medical school.

Being the later, I'll go on. So, you're in the middle lane and you are trying to make it down to the 3ft. section of the pool. Seems easy, right? Until your swim instructors start running along the side of the pool (where are the uptight, "No Running!"-lifeguards when you need them?) and throwing buckets of water at you. Yes, that's right, splashes out on you stealing what little breath of air you had; and, oh why not, the bucket itself hits you in the head too.

One after another, after another! They never stop! The next thing you know, the swim instructor is flying overhead in a National Forest Service Fire Helicopter and releases 500,000 gallons of water, knocking you 11ft back underwater again.

OK, so maybe it's not that bad. I know I'm complaining about something that I *willingly* pursued. But there really is no such thing as even being "caught up" these days. Every test hinges on the fact that if you just happen to miss one question too many..*just one question* more than the person next to you, there is a good chance that you're goin' home. The stakes are high, and the financial debt you're already in is higher.

I'm thinking medical school must be something like NAVY SEALs "for the rest of us."

Clap Hands

Simply amazing. They're doing all of this with forks, spoons, and a turkey.
Beck was on SNL last weekend and rocked. This song, "Clap Hands", was my favorite.
They've got a new CD out this fall called "The Information."

Anyone wanna try this with me during Thanksgiving dinner? We've still got some time to practice...