Eleven: Making the world a better place, one neurotransmitter at a time.

My previous post about warning future grad students was, I daresay, a tad misdirected. Specifically, I should have pointed the warning to a specific sect of grad students: speech pathology ones. Between taking courses, working in two clinics, working at least twenty hours per week, and getting all caught up in election fervor and debates and thoughts about the atrocity that is Prop 8, it gets to be a bit much. I wouldn't have it any other way, of course, but that fact certainly doesn't stop me from griping about it from time to time. I took the opportunity of my day off to sleep in and get some much-needed studying done. I struggle particularly in science courses, and my neuroanatomy course is no exception. However, as always, I'm learning more about how I learn, and that I need to play to my strengths. One of my strengths happens to be reading, so while I'm not reading the books super intently, I've taken to reading and rereading the slides of notes. My latest trick: read five slides, then double back and read them again. Then read them a final time before moving on to the next five. Little by little, I feel like I'm making some headway.

Regardless, it's going to feel SO GOOD to put this semester behind me.