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21.09

Well... I'm beginning my third year in 10 days. I've bought my first stethoscope and technically I'm not a freshman anymore... But I still feel like one, maybe even more. There's so much to learn, so much to see... And I only know that I know nothing. ;)

18.11

Yay! Finally I'm happy as a hippo! xD
What was supposed to be a Doom's Week, turned out really great!
Although I caught a cold and had to practically live on books, I passed everything that was to pass.
Well, it's my first lucky week from the beginning of this semester.
So now it's time for dolce far niente. xD

13.10

I wish this year wasn't so much different from the first one...
Never in my life have I thought that I'll miss... drawing!
Now drawing is rare. Very rare.
This semester has started bloody. Literally.
We finally work on organic material, but also work our hands to the bones trying to absorb all the material needed for tests...
There's none of the freshman's simplicity of studying: going to copying office and get materials.
Nope. We search through our 'bricks' struggling to find a needle in the hay stack. Well. A couple dozen of needles, but anyway. It's not easy not to get pricked.

3.10

Well...
It's already after Final Countdown,
It's time to Get the Party Started.
And since it's My Party, I'll cry if I want to.
And I'll probably Cry you a River,
because each of my new books is like Another Brick in the Wall.
Sooo... I'm probably Going Under, feel free to Bring Me Back To Life once in a while.
'Cause my future is still Unwritten.

6.06

yup.. I'm supposed to be studying. But the more you have to study for, the more other things you find to do... :P

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Exams're gonna kill me
And so my horror grows
It's written in the books
It's everywhere I go, oh yes it is
So if you really love me
Come on and write my test

You know how I'm scared, I always will
My mind's made up by the
Way that I feel
There's was beginning,
might be my end
'cause on myself I can't depend

I see his face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinking
Of all the things he said, oh yes I did
He gave his lectures to us and I
Took precious notes
I need some cribs beside me
In everything I write, oh yes I do

You know I am scared, I always will
My mind's made up by the
Way that I feel
There's was beginning,
might be my end
'cause on myself I can't depend

Got to keep it writing

Oh it's written in the books
Oh everywhere I go, yeah, oh well
So I am really scared, scared, scared
Come on and write my test
Come on and write my test
Come on and write it
Come on and write it (come and write my test, baby)
Come on, come on, come on write my test baby
Come on and write my test
Come on and write my test, baby
Come on and write my test