Micro? Big deal.

I did great on my third micro test yesterday. Am I allowed to boast on this one if I admit that I sucked majorly on my last exam? I'm climbing out of a hole, for sure. Any deeper and it would have been a grave. The price I paid for a good grade this time was sleeping in the Daly center, which was not so much sleep as trying to stay warm in a chair. With this last test averaged in, I would need to do something insanely stupid on the micro final to fail the class. For someone who knows that sleeping in Daly is a bad idea and does it anyway, the stakes are pretty high.

On an unrelated note, my allergies are going haywire. For the life of me, I can't figure out what the heck I'm allergic to. It usually only flares up indoors, only in certain buildings, and it's seasonal. Does that make any freaking sense at all? Maybe I'm allergic to indoor trees? Seasonal paints? I'll accept any crazy theories at this point.

I have this ridiculous idea to film a documentary while I'm in Kenya. Too bad I don't have any equipment or experience, but that's never stopped me before. If all else fails, I'll draw a flipbook of my time in Kenya, which will include stick lions and badgers. I've been talking to some people in the IU administration to get ideas for funding or equipment loans. I haven't gotten very far yet, but I finally spoke to the audio-visual guys for the IU med school yesterday. For those of you who know what I'm talking about, this includes the legendary Angel. I found them in their windowless hideout in the basement of the MS building. Their response to my proposal to borrow a videocamera was mostly positive until I mentioned the bit about wanting to bring it to Africa. It turns out their policy that equipment can't leave Indiana applies to Kenya as well. Well, my visit took much longer than I anticipated because the AV guys were so reluctant to let me go. Bless their hearts, but they kept wanting to dump their wealth of technical knowledge on me. Drew was down there with me (sorry Drew), and they couldn't seem to catch on to our social cues that a conversation was about past its prime. Some of these cues included inching towards the door, the hand clap, and exclaiming, "Thanks for your help. We should go." The gist of our conversation was that what I wanted was an impossible dream, and I should call CBS to pick up the story.

Well, now it's time to study some more micro. Our core content, which is a 20,000-page beast stating everything we should know for the final, is insane to say the least. At least we're in the home stretch...

Drew and I went for a spin in his dad's Corvette when we got tired of studying last night. Actually, it was more like he got tired of studying, and I wasn't doing squat. He about broke the sound barrier on I-70. Maybe I won't write how fast he was going in case it can be used against him in court.