I was thinking about it this morning, and if I were to give a title to this past semester, a few options would be:
The Semester I Stopped Eating Breakfast at Home
The Semester I Became an Angry Person
Caffeine: It’s What’s for Dinner (and Breakfast and Lunch)
My Life as a Hermit
Can’t Talk Now…Too Busy
Can’t Sleep…Clinic’ll Eat Me
I Promise I Used to be Social
Oh Right, I Take Classes, Too, Don’t I?
On a somewhat related note…. While at the clinic today, my clinic director’s eight-year-old daughter told me, “This place is like my second home.” You’re tellin’ me, kid. For serious.