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Violent Dreams
2002-08-31 03:47:40 (UTC)

So, I'm back... and I have a lot of catching up to do

Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed...
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please...
~avril lavigne

Yeah, so I'm not really sure why I started with that
quote. I don't even like Avril Lavigne... I just have that
song swirling inside me right now. You know, I haven't had
time to update this friggin thing since I got back to
school, and I figure, "hell, it's friday night, I have no
life, why not work on my online diary while everyone else
is playing spoons and watching spiderman?" Actually, I was
just on the phone with my brothers. I miss them more than
my house or my room or anything... I just have that kind of
closeness with my brothers. It's pretty damn nice, in a
sense.
So yeah, it's really strange to be back on the campus of
good ol' Davidson as a sophmore rather than a freshman. I
mean, I'm no longer bottom of the food chain. It's
freaky... but kinda nice. I feel like I should be reaching
out to more freshman, but they almost seem like they formed
cliques faster than we did last year. Ah, well...
My room kicks serious ass, btw. I have like my own little
privacy corner, where I can curl up and think or curl up
and write... a private refuge from the world.
Being back at Davidson is a little depressing in some ways
(leaving my brothers), but it was odd; when the plane
landed in Charlotte, I felt like I was coming home. And it
was like I never left when I got here. It was like I'd
blocked all those three months of grueling MRI work from my
memory. And I love my friends: they came to the hotel where
I was before move-in to visit me and make me smile (even
though they DID come when I was totally booty naked...).
But, I digress. Wait, what was I digressing from???
Oh, yeah, summer. I feel like I didn't have one. Summer
should be a time for relaxation, unwinding, and, well,
mental regeneration. Mine was none of the above. The Monday
after I got home, I started MRI work (reception,
secretarial chores, abusing the radiologists and techs),
training under the watchful eye of the incredible Shirley.
It was a really God-awful job at first, but that's because
I am not as much a people person as the job required;
calling 130 people a night is not my idea of fun. Of
course, when they did away with breast center calls, I
loved my job; but at that point, I was trying to train my
replacement (who got fired, the next one who didn't pass
her drug test, and the next one who didn't show up for her
interview... I'm hard to replace. Although I think I could
have handled training the personal trainer who applied for
the job ;) ). It really wasn't that bad overall, except
when I was working full time. We're talking 11-15 hour
days, starting 6 am and ending as late as 9 pm. But, I
learned a lot, realizing that I love the atmosphere of
outpatient radiology.
Of course, summer is not all pain. I did have two
wonderful vacations: the first, to Alaska, and the second
my first trip to the beach without suffering sunburn. But
those will have to wait for tomorrow (?) because I'm more
tired than a Goodyear factory. So, like a fat girl at
dodgeball, I'm out.




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