Go to bookstore and buy dental school software.
Get fitted for my Magnificaiton Loupe.
The first event may occur between 8-5pm, and the second 10-2pm. Fitful nights of sleep had plagued me recently, and I used the loose Monday schedule to hit snooze from 7am until 9 am. A relaxing morning at home then entertained me, including a phone chat with my sweet Dad, a bowl of Trix with some Olympians, and a walk with the doggy. I dressed in my Sunday best, and checked my email before leaving the house.
Oh, snap! According to an email timed 9:20am, the building, room, and purpose of the Loupe fitting had changed to something different, and it was now offered from 10 am-noon. The time on my cellphone read 12:23 pm. Curse words quickly fell from my mouth, and I hurried out the door, after taking down the names and phone numbers of the doctors I was supposed to meet that morning.
On campus, which is 1.4 miles from my house, I arrived, still cussing and now sweating. At least, I knew I had learned my first... Ok, stop the presses.
I just felt my first LA earthquake. And my dog Mr. Wizard slept through it! I am sitting on my bed typing, and I feel the bed sway slightly, as I stare at my wooden floor wondering if it is swaying too. It lasted about 3 seconds. Now I sigh with relief, as I'm not looking to end my dental career before it even starts by falling into the pits of San Andreas. No pun in the name, too.
Returning to the story, I phone my advisor, head to the College of Optometry's Eye Care Center, learn the two doctors who spoke that morning have already taken the rest of the day off, and then speak personally with one of the two, who grants me asylum from my absence. I don't loudly proclaim my frustrations, but now I understand the importance of checking email every morning before leaving the house.
I go to the bookstore, risk getting my bank card declined, and purchase computer software which is worth about 1.5 of my monthly rent. Drive to Starbucks, sorry, preferred independent coffeeshops, you don't exist in my zip code, and get out of the car, to promptly smear the bottom of my dress shoe in white nasty gum. Nothing about this day any more can surprise me. Oh, this is already the second pair of dress shoes I've put on my feet as the last hour has passed, as the first pair from Target lasted approximately15 minutes, before the skin cracked and broke on my heels, leaving red, blistered soreness.
In a surprisingly good mood for the circumstances, I go into Starbucks, order a small coffee, get out my laptop, ready to play with my brand new first ever laptop toy, and wait, there's not a free table to sit at. In fact, the shop is laid out like NY-style railroad apartment, with 5 tables lining only one wall of the shop. So, with still a lilt in my step, I take a seat in some smoldering summer heat, simply determined to just wait until a table is abandoned. It happens, and the day progresses. I attend a happy hour with 6-8 other dental students, and we talk about hometowns, pets, games, and relocating. The day turns into night, and my house is a balmy 85 degrees at my bedtime, around 9 or 10 pm.
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