The MCAT: A Test in Sanity Maintenence

So, I bit the bullet and signed up for the MCAT on August 22. I thought, "Hey, take it a year early in case you don't get that 11+ VR so you can rewrite!"

FUCK REWRITING!!! I want to write this beast once and once only.

It seems that my biggest hurdle to jump is that of summer laziness syndrome. Pretty sure it's an actual medical condition. The trees and flowers are in bloom and instead of being stuck at my desk studying, I want to be tanning my winter paleness away. I want to take naps in the sun and read for leisure. I want a fling, a long weekend spent at a music festival, the taste of cold water hitting the back of my throat after a day in the summer heat.

Another hurdle is my complete lack of social life lately. I haven't seen any of my closest friends in three weeks. They are busy getting jobs and travelling and GRADUATING and here I am, doing dull Organic Chemistry passages. I forgot how much I look forward to the monotony and routine of weekly bar nights (I even miss getting hit on by 18 year old douche bags). Being single at this time seems to be of the utmost inconvenience, since I have no one to rant to, my friends don't seem to understand (studying for the LSAT seems far easier than the MCAT), and damn it, I just want a cuddle once in a while! And I'm not even much of a cuddler.

I gained weight in April and May and as a result, I have been living in lululemon leggings (thank goodness for spandex) and baggy sweaters. The lethargy, however, prompted me to start the Insanity workout program, which has left every part of my body on fire, and has made it even more difficult to get out of bed in the morning, what with the limited range of motion in every limb of my body due to extreme muscle stiffness.

I was told not to take on any commitments, but my broke ass seems to benefit from my part-time job (and exposure to society on a daily basis) and continued volunteering at the Children's Hospital. Perhaps my favourite time of week falls on Tuesday mornings, where I get to maul Play-Doh* while 4-year-olds watch in sheer terror.

*Honours thesis idea: analysis into the stress response - effects of mandated Play-Doh play sessions on well-being.

When the going gets tough, and when I realize that I have been staring at my window or the wall for at least 30 minutes, I whisper to myself that it'll be worth it when scores come back in September, but it feels difficult to look past all the fun things that happen in the less than four months of warm weather we get in my neck of the woods. Canada, you cold and icy bitch of a nation. Knowing your devilish ways, I expect test day to conveniently coincide with the first major snowfall of winter.

For now, I struggle to maintain composure. I find it mildly effective to listen to cheesy 90s pump-up music in order to maintain some semblance of excitement about this dry material.