life is good

my friend’s in nursing school. tonight she watch open-heart surgery. quadruple bipass triple valve replacement. tonight i watched the graphs in my econ textbook come to life.

while i definitely couldn’t have handled being anywhere near open-heart surgery, i still really like hearing about it. doesn’t compare to the exciting library life and textbook-reading chaos they have here though.
egads.

it would be a better story if it were true. it would prove my point. but i actually attended a lecture given by refugees from Burma about the conditions of their country. before that i watched a film from the cannes film festival and discussed immigration laws in french. and before that one i adopted the identity of a 35-year old non-smoker who weighs significantly more than my 5-foot-tall body could, and began training (they were desperate - working last minute and didn’t have enough people who fit the demographics..). so today wasn’t exactly boring. no day is. i don’t do boring. however, for the sake of the 30-second point i was originally trying to make - before i began the novel recounting the details of my day - let’s just say all i did most days was read textbooks. ha. :