The Weekend

This weekend approached quickly, and we are now officially done with our first week of classes.

Review of our classes:

Biochem - supposedly the hardest class...yet I am unimpressed. We have a new professor, who got his PhD at Hopkins, so in translation, it means we're all screwed to the tilt. Regardless, I am excited. Not much substance to learn so far, pretty much most of it is undergrad review, but we shall see.

Anatomy - It was easygoing until we hit Embryology. Holy crap I hate babies even more so after this. Our guest lecturer began to spit hot fire to the point she finished a supposedly 1 hr 15 min lecture in 30 minutes.

Physio - again, not much substance. Stokes (emory) revved me up for this, so I'm ready.

Learning Strat - by far, the most "why am I taking this class" deserving class ever. We do busy work. It is supposed to teach us how to "better study"...honestly, I'd study better if I didn't have to waste 1 hr 15 minutes a week on this class.

Friday night, we hustled over to a club called Karma, arguably the best club here. It reviewed as being comparable to a south beach miami club...and the review held, if that south beach miami club existed in the ghetto of the bronx. Perhaps I'm being too judgmental. It was a decent club, we had a good time...minus a few snafus due to overaggressive locals hitting on the women of our group, cab mix-ups, etc. Overall, a good time.

Next week, we'll be hitting up a waterfall called Seven Sisters. I'll try to post up mid-week.

First Class

I know, I know, I'm a little bit behind. Let me try to catch up.

We recently lost a new student, Ms. Maria, so Wednesday and Thursday, I took her around the island to get her some culture.

Wednesday, we went to the city of St. George's, where we hiked around, saw the sights, did a little shopping, and ate some local food.

Friday, we went to the city of Gouyave, where every Friday, they hold an event called Fish Friday, where all the local vendors come out and cook different varieties of fish in different ways. There's music, liquor, and it's just an overall cool experience. We crammed into a "reggae bus," which is virtually just a big van that goes VERY fast on curves and blasts loud soca (soul calypso) music.

Then, we hit up Fish Friday:

Overall, we had a good time. Good food and good laughs.

Monday, we had our first set of classes...it was the best time ever.

Today, another set of classes.

Tonight, one of the girls in our dorms is having her birthday, so we'll be going out to dinner for her and possibly be going to Banana's for their 2-for-1 night.

Days 2 and 3

So far, it's been the same. We get up in the morning, get some breakfast, and just try to settle in and adjust to the island. We go to the beach pretty often, have a good time; a lot of us are sunburnt. We also hit up a bar called Banana's pretty regularly (read: too often). So far, so good. This week is orientation week, where we introduce ourselves to the group, go to drug seminars, and register for classes. Not much to report until next week, I believe, as we have class starting Monday. Will report back when things happen.

Day 1

Hi everyone. Day 1 went as following:

I landed in GND after a 4.5 hour flight from JFK...flight was pretttty prettttyyy pretttttyyyyy uncomfortable. Couldn't sleep. Got here at 6:30am, where I was picked up by a cab driver and brought to the dorms. I moved in a little, got some breakfast, napped, then unpacked. I met up with a few friends from last semester and I had lunch with them, then went to the grocery store to go shopping, then napped some more.

I had to go to the airport with a few people to pick up lost/delayed luggage, as well as pick up a Ms. Perticari. We all came back, decided to go out to Banana's, and hung out there for a while. When we returned, some of us had the bright idea to go swimming on the beach at 2am...and did so until about 4am. That's the skinny of it all.

There are pictures available after the jump; however, due to Mr. McSavaney's desperate call for attention, he wanted a more personalized post: about how I am dealing with the entire situation. To be honest, I have told no one how I feel about this certain situation. I was here last semester for the ftm, and had to return home due to a business matter, and I went up to yonkers to work for about 4 months, until having to return back here. How did I feel about it? Well, for those who know me, they should know well enough that I rarely care much about anything. It's not apathy, it's simply the notion that I do things because I have to do them. I usually go with the flow until it stops flowing. So, did it suck having to go back home? Yes. How did I feel about working? Not too great, but again, had to do it. How do I feel about coming back here? A lot of people would assume that I'd be ecstatic to come back here, back in the heat, the beach, with my friends; to be honest, I'm not. Granted, I met some wonderful people here and I've also had the few of the best times of my life here, but I am genuinely worried about leaving my family back home. In the past 4 months while I was working in yonkers, they have become more dependent on me upon every aspect in life. Now, will they make it without me? Of course, will it go smoothly? Unlikely. I certainly hope they do alright while I'm gone, hope the business stands to do well without me, and hope that these four months fly by. I'm 23 (soon to be 24), and yes, it's way past my time for my family to let me go, but it seems that everytime I move out, somehow, they become more dependent upon me and they pull me back in. Four more months.

New blog!

I decided that since I'm going back to school again, I would start anew. So here's my promise to the web: I will update at least two times a week. Promise.

Currently in nyc. Business is still going. I'm leaving Jan 10th. This time, it'll be a straight shot, to GND...no more 38 hour flights, no more Trinidad and Tobago, just straight from nyc to gnd. Can't wait.