Easter and CHEMO

Yay, I finally have five minutes to update my blog! OMG.

Easter weekend was super nice--I got out of class at noon last Wednesday and I got right on the highway back to the great Mountain that is Mt. Morris. My whole family was back in the house again (this only happens about three times a year now) so it was crazy! As usual, I got to eat lots of yummy Mommy-things and spend some quality time with the siblings and parents. Since Christmas, my Dad, Mom, and sister Kristen have all had their birthdays (actually, Mom's is tomorrow but close enough) so I had lots of gift-giving to do as well, and I love that stuff. :)

I performed embarrassingly bad in Mariokart. D: I know! My sister is gaining skill and now I pretty much get raped for the win by her triple red shells (damn you Koopa!), which leaves the finish line wide open for Chris (who matches me in skill). In fact, in one marathon I lost as many times as I won, which is unheard of. *ASHAMED* It was still a blast though, and I wish I got to play with them more often. Kristen had also purchased several seasons of Knight Rider, one of my most favorite shows growing up! It's so futuristic, so Hoff, so ..... eighties!! Seriously, it was so bad it was good! And K.I.T.T. is still the hottest thing on four wheels. ;)

I came back home Sunday evening and I was not excited even in the most microscopic way to return to class and studying.

I broke Benzie's fishbowl on Sunday night, which is a horrible thing because it hangs from a special "lamp" and looks awesome. So now I have the lamp and... no fishbowl. He's in my water purifier pitcher now, being his usual angry self. Ha, at least now he has something to be pissy about. ;)

Oh, and just because I haven't complained enough about Chemo, here we go. Chemo is killing me. Seriously. It's making me hate school. I bitch and moan a lot about all the studying and crap I have to do, but the bottom line has always been that I've enjoyed pharmacy school, and I feel very fortunate to be in such a program. Until now. Now I want to yell and scream at the Dean and threaten to not give any money back as an alumni simply because of CHEMO. OMG. I've been a very hard working student my whole life, and I know that I'm meant to be challenged along the way. But when someone as dedicated as me is working this hard just to pass, I think that speaks more of the professor's unreasonable expectations than it does of my intelligence. Yesterday, on top of all the notes I take four days a week, extra readings on five separate websites, and another four chapters from the textbook, Dr. Krueger casually mentions an additional 120 pages from our course pack to be covered on the next exam. I was so immediately overwhelmed that I didn't even know how to get upset about it. I just sat there numbly in my seat, wanting to strangle myself quickly.

Oh geez. That's one big paragraph of bitching. *FEELS HORRIBLE* Sorry, my wonderful readers, I love you for this.