Living one day at at time!

It's been over a week since I have last sat down and had a chance to write. School is relentless, by no means am I am complaining, because I am loving it, but, nevertheless, it is relentless. I am finally finding my routine. I attempt to go to bed everynight at midnight, and I wake up every morning at 8 am. Some days I go running in the morning, and other days I wait to run until after I get out of class. Running here is quite an adventure. The sidewalks here, when there are any, are in really bad shape. The roads are completely backwards, i.e. people drive on the opposite side of the road from what I am used to. Furthermore, it seems like the drivers here try and mess with you and steer their cars in your direction just to watch you scramble into the bushes. It has happened to me on more than one occasion, and I have been very tempted to flip them off, but considering the police here are non-existent, I am sure a local would run me over, back up to make sure I was dead, and then use their dingy to take me out to sea, and no one would be the wiser. So normally, I mutter obscene words under my breath and continue on my run. Since I am signed up to do Vineman (a half Ironman) this summer, I have been trying to increase my mileage gradually. Last weekend I ran to the beach (Gran Anse) with a couple of friends with the idea that I would swim for 20-30 minutes and then run back to my dorm. I learned a very valuable lesson-- do not swim after it rains-- as the jellyfish make an appearance, although, ironically, you can't see them. Yep, the four of us who were swimming, all got stung! I wore my long sleeve rashguard, but I got stung on my leg. Everyone else got stung on their arms. Of course, just my luck. Last Friday night I went for Mexican food again. The restaurant is so awesome because it is right at the end of the dock. The majority of restuarants here are outdoors with a roof over your head, but no walls, so you can enjoy the beautiful scenery that Grenada has to offer. Most of the restaurants here have live music (Steel drums, etc.) and dancing, so dining out makes for quite an event. Furthermore, on Friday nights the Mexican restaurants has $1 Coronas and $3 Margaritas (they make them strong too), so it's a nice way to relax after an intense week of class. Besides that I live Groundhog Day over and over again. Get up, study, class, study, bed. Few different ins and outs to each day, but for the most part my days are relatively the same. Again not complaining. I love it here! I've made some great friends (in no way replacing the ones at home), but it is nice having them because they are going through the same thing that I am going through, so it is nice to have someone to relate to. Biochemistry is proving to be my favorite course thus far, followed by anatomy... histology (the study of cells) and bioethics (how to be ethical (also a complete waste of my life)) are tied for last. For the most part I like my professors, except for one professor in anatomy. Fortunately, he doesn't teach us very often. I left class so frustrated yesterday because he was our professor. I left class thinking to myself okay, so if smoking a cigarette takes 7 minutes off of your life... I would have rather smoked 8 cigarettes and ended my life 1 hour early than sit through this horrible lecture. This is one hour of my life I will never get back. Yeah... me... a vehemently adamant non-smoker considered smoking as a parallel to his horrible lecture. In any event, school is going well so far, granted I am only 3 weeks in, but I am trying to remain positive, so when the proverbial shit hits the fan (which it has when we learned the brachial plexus, and then bent over and took it again for the anatomy of the upper limb), I can continue to remain positive, and study with a smile. Well, I'm off to go see dead people-- cadavers. Hope everyone is doing well, and I can't wait to see everyone in May.