Sustained Criticism

I live, I aspirate! (That is a really useless allusion.) And I am sort of back at LJ. I've been busy caring for our charges – Anette and I've shared the responsibility – which entailed dragging them around campus on a pub-crawl, getting uselessly drunk in general and showing them where to get good coffee. We've been drinking too much, but that's student's privilege. The cunning plan (if all else fails, get them drunk) worked: everyone bonded. And I've found a platonic soulmate in Vanja, who happens to own about as much make-up as I do, read as much, and share my taste in men.

We went to a lecture about Coetzee and Knausgård, that finally crystallised my issues with my education. It is not science, it is culture. Utterly useless as a profession.

I survived a visit to the dentist yesterday; I went half-hoping for a wisdom's tooth showdown, half not. It might not be the best idea to go to a lecture drooling blood. They are both going away the 16. September, at last. Today I've dragged my eyes through 50 pages of Austen's Emma. Free indirect style doesn't really help, it is horribly boring.

Did I mention that we bought tickets to New York? We did.

Friendslist, help. I think, perhaps, that going into medicine, and becoming a surgeon, because I want so badly to cut people open, is a bad idea? Right?

Law is fun, I will get to investigate, read and bicker professionally. I can cut things open in my spare time (what can you do that involves scalpels and forceps (and rib-spreaders!), legally and non-professionally?). This was all brought on by too much coffee and too little food (Kristine, you ought to have been here to keep me company), and some wonderful pictures of an operation.

Katrine plied me with irrational arguments. The people I study medicine with are likely to be boring, and there will be a majority of 'nice girls'. I will not have free time in the foreseeable future, if ever. I will work odd and inconvenient hours, and I will likely earn less. Law means likely more varied people, better income. And this is where we went off the rails: law means wearing suits, and I can wear Louboutins in court. Medicine means scrubs and white coats. (I did say she we were irrational.)

And I have other updates, as well, but I'll split that into another post. So as to better spam your friends lists, of course.