Fin

I took my final for anatomy tonight. Not good. Ohhhhh well. At least now I'll have another 12 hours in my week. Because I took an oath with my own blood that I would not release any information about the final until Friday, I cannot say which structure I was clueless on (it would make this story a lot funnier). But I can say that I ended up writing, "For NARNIA!" as the answer.
Hm, my hair smells like cadaver. Now that I think about it, I remember leaning over one this morning and drenching the ends in it. Yummm. It's too bad I didn't do better in the class- I would have taken the dissection class for sure.  Here is my all time favorite structure of the body: arbor vitae- the tree of life.  

So here is my embarrassing story for the week. They've redone all the time clocks on campus and at the same time, they switched the back gate to the MTC from keypad code access to swiping your BYU ID. On Sunday, I was a few minutes late to work. For some reason, my card wasn't letting me in. I could have walked around to the front gate, which would have taken 10 minutes, and it was cold. Instead, I looked at the gap between the gate and the ground. And I crawled under it. Apparently, there are surveillance cameras and security came after me. Breaking in is a bad choice. That was probably more action than the security guards have had in a long time.

Reminds me of this great clip

I forgot I had a blog.

My reason for blogging is simple. I have been on campus way too long today and I am flippin done with school work for now. Unfortunately, I can't leave. I am not a fan of the whole 10pm lab thing, followed by lab at 7 the next morning. However, I am even less of a fan of failing a class 2 times. Summary: Jeffery's bored and doesn't want to do homework. (Click here if you don't get the reference).

BYU is a strange place. I like to think about the quirky things the students obsess with. I frequently ask my UNM friends if these things apply just to BYU, or if they're part of college life in general. Coincidentally, I found a blog that's dedicated to this topic, but it has since retired. Now I will make my own.

BYU students love:
1. Donating plasma. There's something edgy about it. Border-line prostitution? Earning money for sitting there? Health facilities are smart- "Let's set up 6 donating centers in the city where we can find young, active, healthy, alcohol/drug/STD free who are extremely desperate for money!" Everyone falls for it. Not me, though. Maybe I would had I not been diagnosed with malignant melanoma as a small child. Just kidding, that didn't happen. But I am studying that for my final.

2. Harry Potter. I dunno. Maybe it was just a Bloomfield thing. Only the Mormons and the uber-geeks liked HP. It wasn't cool, it wasn't hip, it wasn't respected. Then I come here and was blown away when I couldn't get a ticket for the midnight showing 3 months in advance. 42% of the posts on Overheard are references to HP. It's great.

3. Engaging in/making fun of PDA. People participate in this activity because there is no such thing as private display of affection here. And if there is, it is frowned upon. "Keep it clean, play it safe, don't go places by yourselves". Just flag it in front of the rest of the student body. I don't have a problem with his arm around her. I have a problem with them making out during firesides. "Stop twisting your arm awkwardly to put his chapstick on for him; he can do it himself. I'm just trying to listen to President Packer." I understand nightly date flings. I do not understand my neighbor who would constantly pretzel with her SI at twelve noon. Nor do I understand "library couples". I just want to read about the hepatic portal system. I suppose they don't realize everyone around them is gagging. Wuv twue wuv.

Postscript: My kidney dialysis diet ends in t-minus 2 1/2 hours. I can't wait to drink water. And eat a tortilla. And not eat unseasoned chicken for breakfast. And not count milligrams of phosphorus. I am soooo grateful for my healthy kidneys. Yee-haw! #Get at me H2O, Na, K, P.