So, one lecture down...

My teacher is a little tiny Asian lady. She is very funny. She knows her stuff, however, you can't ask her any questions or she gets completely thrown off.

I am like a sponge in this class. Peds is so what I want to do. I really want to get in there and get going. I am so disheartened that we don't have a clinical instructor.

Community health is going to be cool. My friend Dan & I are going to be working the Special Olympics in February. And we are doing a couple of health fairs, too.

Work is getting interesting. Someone is going on disability, and it looks like I will be taking over most of their responsibilities. That means a job title change, more $$.

Family is good. All's quite on the homefront. D seems to be having a better time at school. W. is a big foreman now, and works very hard and very long hours.

On the resolution front, things are going well. Water, water, water. Walk, walk, walk. Now my bras are too big. Why are they always the first to go?

W. :)