What would Madonna do?

Well we're halfway through the semester, and I already have more than enough material to learn before finals. Anyway, as I stared at my grades posted on the bulletin board outside my physiology class in the vet school, I asked myself "What would Madonna do?". Well, she wouldn't quit. She'd keep going. So I decided that I won't quit either. Yay.

All of my other classes are going pretty well though. I didn't do too hot on my first statistics exam, but I studied better this week and made a 100 on my quiz on Friday, and made a 100 on my homework. Homework's are usually a pretty easy A, but the quizzes aren't. So I got really excited after making a 100. That brings me up almost to a B average in there. And Biomedical Micro is going really well. I made a 94 on the last lecture exam, and so I'm almost up to an A average in that course. And I still have an A in multicultural education.

At least the material is interesting. I could be studying organic, and that just isn't a very action packed course.


I also got the final results of my survey last night. But I realized that taking a random sample of my buddy list wasn't really that random at all, because it excluded everyone who wasn't my friend. Therefore, everyone outside of my social realm was ignored, and you can't do that in statistics. So I decided to take samples outside of my buddy list from people who had absolutely no clue who I was. I obtained the expected results. If I knew anything about computers, I would upload my normal distribution curve b/c it's really pretty and helps explain the data really well.

I know that all sounds crazy, but in all honesty, I didn't take a survey to prove my point, I just did it because it was wonderful practice for what I am learning in statistics. I don't think that someone can truly appreciate the art of statistics (or anything for that matter) until they do it themselves. In summation, it was more of a personal enrichment thing rather than a high schoolish act of vengeance.

Apparently my livejournal post from last night got those neurons firing, because I received at least 4 or 5 messages from him. I just decided to close the window instead of reading it and getting angry again. It's too hard to focus on muscle and cardiac physiology when you're pissed off at someone, at least in my experience. It took me forever to read and comprehend the first 10 pages of muscle physiology. His exams are so hard because every question requires you to know about 5 or 6 answers to other things in order to arrive to the final answer choice.


Anyway, last night didn't surprise me. I knew that another argument was on the horizon, just like the time before, and the time before that, and the time before that. If I had any sense I would avoid disagreeing with him over anything, but I've never been good at keeping to myself. Whenever I make even the most modest attempt to explain why I felt something was wrong, my head gets bitten off.

But there are a few things that I would like him to know:

I have always cared about you and only wanted the best for you. So you asked for directions to a place you never went to. Who cares. I mean sure, that bothered me. But what truly bothered me was where you actually went. First it's having a few cigarettes in your house because you're stressed, then the next week it's to a bar where a student was killed a few years ago. You are completely destroying yourself. And even when you know exactly how I feel about drinking and smoking, you still talk to me about them. I am not the type of friend that you can talk to like that, and you know it. A real friend would point out that those things are bad, not just sit there and listen to your stories. I can't just be a bystander and watch this destruction. You can't just expect me to say "Haha oh you went to a bar yaayyyy did you have fun???". Last night should not have surprised you in the slightest. And I know it didn't.

I've stood by and waited for change. I haven't seen any. It seems as if I'm your only friend who doesn't smoke pot and doesn't take you out to bars. I'm soooooo sorry for being a person of substance and challenging such sacred rituals.


I don't like your crowd, and I don't like what you're becoming either. You become whomever you're around, and I hate it. And I really hate it when we argue and you inform me that you don't have time for it. Ugh.....you know exactly what I have to say about that, so I won't even elaborate.


I'm outnumbered, and those "friends" are going to win. I'm tired of fighting in a battle that's already lost.






And this concludes another tear-jerking episode of Lifetime. Good luck on your exams everyone!!