I went to the med school to study for the first time in several months. I try to avoid going there unless I have to. I figured it wouldn’t be so bad today, though. There aren’t that many people around on a Saturday. I found an empty conference room on the fourth floor and holed up in there for a few hours. I studied biochemistry.
This was a complete waste of time; it would have made much more sense to read pathology stuff instead, but I opted for biochemistry, not because it’s important, but because it’s straightforward. Studying it does not really involve memorizing huge volumes of arbitrary data. Very little about biochemistry is arbitrary; things connect, they fit together. It’s a lot less work to study shit that actually makes sense, and me, I strive to do less work whenever I can. I like to do as little work as possible.
I think I’ve always been that way. It’s kind of absurd that I managed to make it this far into med school. You’d think all the jokers like me would have been filtered out by now. I wonder if I (inconsiderately) deprived some (passionately) sedulous dude who (genuinely) wanted to (selflessly) “help people” (whatever the hell that means) of a seat in this program. Did I do that? I hope not. I’ve got enough to feel guilty about without considering shit like that.
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