First day back... So technically, this post should be from the 2nd March.

6:00

Rudely awoken by my alarm. Oh my god it's 6am. Stumble about, looking for clean clothes. Run into the shower, cussing internally. Vaguely recall thinking that if someone invented a magic spray that would fulfil the same purpose as a shower, they could be the president of earth. Pour coffee beans into the espresso machine and eat a banana while waiting for life elixir.

9:00

The lecture hall still has that polished wood smell. It's quite comforting to be back after that glorious three month holiday. Feeling inspired. Wonder where all the third years are? Oh, that's right, they have a massive "End of Phase Examination" on Friday which is as intimidating as it sounds. Fail it and you're on some serious academic probation. The third years that are making use of the campus seem depressed, sleepy, anxious and are eating chocolate. There's a rumour going around that student X locked themselves in the bathroom and had a panic attack. Decide to avoid third years for fear of being used as a stress toy,

11:00

Snack on a long black and blueberry bagel with scenario group friends. Harass a first year to show us their "Face to Face" booklet. All the first years submit a photo and a paragraph on themselves to our school, which then compiles it, prints it off and distributes it amongst them. There were a few standouts such as the 23 year old mother/ex-fashion designer, a SIXTEEN YEAR OLD and a really good looking guy whom we later found out was/is a model. Realised our year is very boring in comparison. Contemplate repeating first year for entertainment value.

15:00

Early finish! Decide to do some long overdue shopping with TRUE PURPOSE. As they say, the key to MINIMISING SPENDING and MAXIMISING SAVINGS during these trying times is to buy only what you need. I need comfortable new black shoes for clinicals as my old ones have vanished. Yes, vanished. I'm skirting any responsibility because I don't lose things. I just don't. I haven't lost so much as an eraser in the past two years, let alone my clinic shoes. The reason I mention this is because I didn't end up getting shoes but ended up getting a new phone and the burguny Littmann I was craving.

Cricket chirp.

Hypocricy rocks when the economy needs stimulating, folks. I'm going to use the Impulse Phone to make more frequent/interesting updates with photos. Yes, RL photos. IN REAL TIME. And I have Twitter now. I'm unsure what this means yet, but I suspect I'll be using my blog a lot more.