Well, I didn't pipe up for some time, and now reportning back from the madness that is my life.
Yap, I am mad. Loco, barking, whatever you wish. Mad anyway. I mean mad in a crazy sense.... and cramming Anatomy last minute in my skull can attest to that sad, but true fact. /Sweatdrops/
My reason for picking up Anatomy was simple - preparations for National Exams because you gotta know just what are you massaging when you have one
poor sod or sod-ette on the massage table. You can play amateurish
massage all you like, but eventually, it becomes a bore and more a chore than an interesting work. One of the reasons why I somehow convinced myself to pay a hefty fee, got myself kicked up every Saturday without fail to get to school, even if I bemoaned the loss of my toasty warm bed, and suffered under the paws of my colleagues.... and also made them suffer under mine... until we all gradually got better, but that's another story for another day. Or night, for that matter. Also, you suffer under the massive amount of data about Anatomy, Ethnics, First Aid, Massage and so on and so forth /dry snerk/.
Enough of my scary stories, let's get on with the main one. my bad habit is procrastinating, because if it doesn't interest me, then you will rarely catch me working on a project that needs to be done. usually, uninteresting one are shuffled into the bin under Last Minute tag, which means I have practically force myself to do the onerous deed, because if not, then there are dire consequences. Yeah, yeah, I know, supremely bad habit, and one I should not be proud of, and every time I do it, I promise myself to do better next time. /Double sweatdrop/. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it fails.
Yesterday was one such day. After procrastinating for a week, I was finally pressed into grabbing the Anatomy books and all other knickknacks and get to work.... because the very next day, I had the National Exam! And anyone who studied Anatomy can tell you this is madness in a bottle - guaranteed to scramble your brains into pretty gray and white mush once you are done with it. My brains were not thankful, but because I abuse them frequently, they had to suck it up and suffer along with me. And I really wanted to do a premise for the Fate/Stay night story /grumbles/....
Today was the dreaded date. We were all a little petrified what will come out of this, because National Exams can be a nightmare, or they can be a breeze... depends on the day and the mood of examines. Didn't help we had the dratted Anatomy, and we all prayed the written test would be merciful in that sense. We already wrote the said subject twice, thank you very much, and no one was inclined to have a third repeat - Basic Anatomy, Specialized Anatomy (muscles, bones and nerves), each of them had it's own exam. Go figure.
We were also nervous because of practical, as even if you did the theory 100%, if you failed practical, you failed overall. Cruel, but true, even if theory was 60% of the grade, and practice some measly 40%. It was a lottery - some of us are better at the back massage, some prefer hand, some stomach, and so on...and it didn't help I was among the first ones to be questioned just because my surname is at the beginning of the alphabet /sour grumble/. This is proverbial jump out of the hot oil into the fire, but what can you do?
The exam was surprisingly easy... and thankfully no Anatomy thrown in... well, almost none, even if there were some clever questions - edema, inflammation, information through the phone, specific position of some muscles in the body. /Shakes head, sweatdropping/. I was surprised how easy the exam was, but that raised my hackles about the practical all the more - if the examiner asked me about Anatomy it would have been 50/50 in my chance of getting the answer right, depending on the question asked. Bones are okay, but I developed a severe and passionate dislike for the muscles of back, arms and legs. Yes, you can learn the most basic muscles, but when it comes to the details, you are so boned it isn't even funny. If you are masochist, try it. If you are not, then stay the hell away until you need it. Yes, I am serious.
When I came in with my victim - funny story, we also had to get our own volunteers. On our notices it wrote we had to bring two big towels, identity card and volunteer. Helloo, just how in the heck can I bring up some man that weighs at least twice as much as me? /Dry snort/. No, it wasn't typo, they seriously wrote it up like that, and we had a lot of amusement with this little tidbit.
Well, I was asked about the preparation of massage table, winged it, and then asked to massage the arm. When I heard the request, my brain supplied an expletive - because arm massage is my weak point at some sections - I looked up back and leg, along with stomach and chest one, because it was more probable of me to get one of these, and I get the one I didn't look up closely enough. But when you are in doubt, you work with what you have, and when you are in doubt, you bulllshit if needed be. No, I didn't mistype. It's just a fact of life. Thankfully, I still knew how to do what I was asked to do... somehow, because if you massage for two months consecutively, you burn into your retinas and hands how to do the things, even if you are unsure of the phases you have to do the deed in to get successfully done. In fact, I was so thorough the examiner stopped me before I got to the really critical parts, saying she saw that I knew my stuff, and kicked me out, along with my lil' victim (who was, by the way, at least half taller than me) /snarky grin/.
We were, of course assaulted with questions of our fellow examinees - some of us had luck in our examiners, and some had to do the darned good work to get through the entire thing. It depended on the individual's view. But all three of us escaped with our lives and professional dignity intact, so that gave a good feeling to the next victims. We had to wait for an hour before we were called in and officially told that we passed /yay/ and then we were free to do anything with our sorry carcasses and smoked out brain. Seriously, that kind of exam just washes out all the power you have... it's even worse than National Exam at the end of schooling. /groans/. I just wonder what kind of washed out rag I would be after the thesis defense... /shudder/, because finishing the darn thing is the next thing on my to-do list. Drat, and double drat. /warily eyes the .... uh, project/.
Right. Now, here I am with freshly done National Exam, my brains fried by the incredible amount of data and listening to the GACKT's lil' itty bitty snarky song of a Mirror . Yeah, I admit, I began snooping around for his songs, if only just out of the curiosity how the inspiration for the Genesis sounded as himself. And to my surprise, he is very, very good. At least to my ears, but it's good enough for me.
And tomorrow? No snoozin' for me, because I gotta pick up the lettuce for my Aunt 'cause my mom has trouble with back, but I have some good surprises for her in store, as it's her birthday. As for writing some stories... well, I do have to get my ass out of the funk of writing reviews for some particular stubborn ass and get my things done.
Even if my beta is not on the 'net yet /growls/. Well, hell, then the next stories will be unbeta-ed for the time . /groans/
Fuck it, still wanna write and post, and some grammar annoyances won't stop me from doing so.
Signing off,
Eirenei
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