Ohio Wedding Weekend #2 turned out to be a great time. The wedding was on Sunday (and both the wedding and reception were very nice), but I left Missouri on Friday. I was able to hang out in Oxford on Friday night, spend Saturday in the Hyde Park area of Cincinnati at Dan's place with a bunch of friends, catch a great wedding and reception on Sunday, and attend the first day of med school classes at the University of Cincinnati on Monday. They did four hours of biochem lecture, but it was bearable. As I've had biochem already at Miami, I sat in the class trying to think whether or not I would understand what the lecturer was talking about if I hadn't already had the class. I didn't quite come to a conclusion. Either way, can't shake a finger at that weekend.
While I was driving to Ohio on Friday, I received a phone call from my mom who told me that I had a letter at home from a medical school to which I'm applying, inviting me to interview. This is my second interview invite so far in the application process, and I must admit, I'm very happy with how things are going so far (though it's still very early in the process). For my own reasons, I'm going to try to abstain from discussing specific medical schools until after I've received whatever acceptances I may receive; however, I'll be happy to discuss the process in greater detail one-on-one, for anyone who may be curious. Nonetheless, I'm very excited about this new interview invite, as I've heard great things about the school from my friend Katie, who interviewed there last year.
Driving home to Missouri on Monday evening was great, just as it was driving back last Monday night after the first Ohio wedding. Not that I needed any kind of therapy or therapeutic activity, but night time driving while singing along with your favorite music is certainly therapeutic. It's interesting how, alone on the highway, you can find new meaning in songs you've heard a thousand times, or find some personal significance in a random lyric. I love it. The only bad part about it is that you eventually get to where you're going, and the drive is over. Now, this is by no means the first time I've recognized how much I love driving, and most notably driving at night, but after these past two weekends, I just have to tell the world how wonderful it is. If this whole med school thing doesn't pan out, I think I may be a truck driver. One caveat: If you're uncomfortable being alone with your thoughts, this might not be for you.
Currently listening to: "Roads" by Portishead
Previous activity: Watching the Colbert Report
Next thing on the agenda: Reading some articles online