Nursing Notes

As frequent as your neighborhood ice cream truck in December...I come scribbling again.
Of course it is when I have the least amount of spare time to throw at this, but what a fun distraction it is. I, along with 109 other badge-toting classmates, are 1 month deep into nursing school here at Johns Hopkins. The biggest challenge thus far has been the management of 5 nursing classes that all blend together. I find I spend half of my time trying to figure out what is due when for who from which website. I do believe my bedroom wall has just become my new weekly planner.
First impressions? Baltimore is mountainless, schizophrenic, and in desperate need of bike lanes. My classmates are as eclectic and colorful as a bowl of fruit loops...way less soggy too.
My living situation has gone from nonexistent, to existent, to covered in 5 inches of poo. Yea, apparently that smell that appeared the second week of moving in was not a rotting mouse carcass...it was a busted sewage pipe and all of the waste we had been flushing down the commode since moving in. Is it wrong if last week my hero came in the form of a plumber? Thus, problem resolved so now my roommates and I can breath without feeling fecal funked.
Late night it is, I will continue this when the next chance for distraction smacks me.

---Dave