One Hundred and Fifty, The World Works in Mysterious Ways

My mind has been in a very static phase recently. And then in the past couple days, normal stuff has made it open up and fly. Yesterday I made stained glass "windows" made from crayon shavings, wax paper, and an iron. Today I hung out with one of the Kids who came up for his twenty-first birthday. These days helped me feel alive in a way that studying has been depriving me of feeling. I'm glad for that and for the friends to do that with.

One Hundred and Fourty-nine, A Step Back

I talked with Beatnik's mom today--it is her birthday--and we both mentioned how people can put in effort and in the end, you'll end up where you do and you work with that. It's an important lesson for kids to learn as they grow up. Many children (and adults for that matter), don't see anything beyond their own ideal pathway. This is handy in defining a goal or set of goals but if ever they fall off that path somewhere, everything comes to a screeching halt. Why? They just don't have experience with failing at something so they don't know how to react. People are tripping all the time (no LSD jokes please). It's hard to find a person who's never had to fall off her or his train tracks and have to redefine the pathway. That's an integral part of being a human being. Whether it's a big exam coming up or the health of an unborn baby, there are things in our control and things out of our control. Speaking from experience, I can control the amount of time I spend dedicated to studying for my exam. I cannot control most parts of my testing experience or what my score will be from that day. If I do well, I will be thankful and proceed onwards. If I don't do well and I pass, I'll be thankful for passing, and prepare to work harder down the road.

If I don't pass at all...well, let's just say there are other steps to be taken before I jump off my train tracks.

One Hundred and Fourty-eight, Fifty-eight Songs and Five Hours

It's done. The lousy "10 Gamer Points" matter nothing in the face of our personal sense of fulfillment of this essentially useless achievement. We played the Endless Setlist (a lie I tell you, a LIE!) which consisted of all original 58 songs from Rock Band. We played the songs when our hands began to hurt; we played the songs when our legs hurt; we played the songs while our shoulders and backs ached; we played the songs while our feet were giving out.

We...just...kept...playing...

It said we finished at some point. We only knew this when we received no more notes, no more cues, no more movement from the television screen in front of us.

Never again. I can tell my grandkids, "Yes, I did play Rock Band straight for five hours and fifty-eight songs. Never be so stupid in your life."

One Hundred and Fourty-seven, It Happens Yet Again

I went looking at my grade online today. The listing of different assignments/exams was different this time. Before there was NBME Shelf Exam Raw and NBME Shelf listed as blank scores. Today those two rows were missing. I was curious so I went to ask. I got pulled aside (busy office atmosphere), got a serious look, and was told I passed.

w00t!

One Hundred and Fourty-six, A Reprieve

The month of studying has begun! It's odd how I can get myself working hard but on the other hand, I also have to play hard. As many of my friend can attest to, I've been studying my requisite hours a day but I've also been playing games like a madman outside those times (I tried mixing the two and I realized it was a no-go). Hence anything that comes in the middle (like the news, this blog, sleep) suffers. It shall not always be so! But for now I will still be sparse.