I promise I haven’t forgotten this blog, crazy things happened towards the end of last term but *thankfully* I survived. M1 is (has been) officially over!

I can finally introduce myself as a M2 to patients, and it feels so good. But I know this year will be super tough, with the USMLE at the end of the road, so I want to keep you all updated with how I plan to integrate my step studying with my current work load.

I’ll be giving a more thorough update on what I’ve been up to soon. Can’t wait to start back with regular posts again ❤ Thanks for being so great and patient,


Match Madness

Midterms are finally over and I have some time to breathe…not really, but hey everyone needs a break

I’m far from perfect, I cry, I complain, I stress, and 99% of the time I’m betting against myself. Telling myself over and over again that if I stay up that extra hour, I stand a chance at just being mediocre at my school. Telling myself that 3 hours of sleep, is okay and that if I don’t keep pushing myself because the fear of failing is the ultimate motivator. It’s a never ending cycle where knowing that there is always someone better than you is the ultimate crutch. Man, even typing that out, no wonder so many medical students are 1. alcoholics and/or 2.severely depressed.

It’s a type of stress that I’ve gotten used to over the past few months and each day I question why I am still here. I could be prepping for Ultra Music Festival, making a decent salary, and possibly settling down and starting a family: in other words, sometimes I sit in the classroom and I can’t help but feel like life is passing me by. I’ve tried to figure out what is making me feel this way and I think I’ve come to a plausible hypothesis.

I’m part of the instant gratification generation. Everything I could ever want or need, can be purchased or accessed by a simple click of a button on my phone, tablet, computer etc. So when I willingly embark on a journey that pretty much tells me that I won’t reap the benefits of hard work for another 6+ years, that’s scary. It’s scary because at any point during that 6 year path, I can fall off and recovery isn’t possible and then all the years and money and time that I have invested can never be given back to me.

Just when I think that it’s not worth it, I decide to attend a yearly extravaganza that is the day all medical students only wish and dream of being a part of:

Match Day.

Each time someones name was called up to go on stage to receive an envelope that feels like it has taken 4 years to get delivered, I feel like for that brief moment I just forget all of the stress and anxiety that I am feeling. These are the faces of people who have felt my same stress, asked the same questions, and have placed bets against themselves – and they decided to keep pushing.

A classmate of mine leaned over and whispered in my ear, “that’s going to be us one day!”

God, I hope so. I just have to keep pushing and I have to get out of the rut that I am in. There’s a reason not everyone gets into medical school, so the fact that I am here has to motivate me somehow. I have to keep reminding myself each day.

When I actually moved into my apartment, the last person who lived there left a note for me (I’m guessing she was also a medical student) and it read, “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”

I thought it was a sort of odd quote, perfection is something that I thought we all had to be in order to survive in this profession and the only way we can compete with those who want to slit my throat just to move up one class rank. But I’m realizing that letting go of being perfect is pretty liberating.

That’s my mid-year resolution.

Man, I really didn’t want this to be a Disney channel special, but hey just giving you all my honest opinion.

For those of you who read this with the hopes of coming to medical school. It’s hard. It’s pretty fucking hard. But hey, you’ve made it this far. It’s time to start betting on yourself. It’s taken me a long time to realize this, hopefully you can soak in that message sooner than later.

I’m all in.


Fake it ’til you make it

So I’m sitting in a small group session  for my physiology class and I’ve noticed that the girl next to me, notorious for blacking out at nights at the local bars on a weekday (because at the end of the day, 99.9% of med students are alcoholics) and overall queen of having resting bitch face (even gives me a run for my money) is answering questions to the questions at lightning speed. Undoubtedly I was impressed – maybe physiology was just her calling in life and she just gets it.

We came across a question on isometric vs. isotonic contraction and I just had a quick question and I leaned over to her and asked her to re explain an answer she just gave to the clinical tutor. She gives me a blank stare and looked at me as if I was speaking my own made up language. So she just showed me her computer so I can read what “she wrote” and (not) to my surprise, she had the answers to every single question that our facilitator was asking and in the exact order in which he asked them.

She’s a wizerd, Harry.

Orrrr she just has good connections.

So I continued to stare at her as she “answered” questions like a pro to our group, and let me tell you, she was pretty convincing. She made things come off as if it was her own idea and she had both my peers and my facilitator thinking she was some sort of prodigy. It was amazing and it sort of reminded me that at the end of the day, none of us in med school know what we are doing and we pretty much are just “faking it until we make it.”

Now I’m not saying I judge her for having the answers, to be honest, I don’t really care. If an opportunity came to me where I can just know exactly what was needed for exams and for small group sessions, I’d be down like Charlie Brown. But at the end of the day, I know that even though actually learning material (rather than memorizing) is 10000% more painful, I’m sure, correction…it better, pay off.


Someday you’ll leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember

And just like that, the holidays are over. Well, I guess for most people it’s been over but I on the other hand just began school yesterday. Almost 4 weeks at home, and it still didn’t feel like enough time.

I laugh at my 4 weeks ago self who said “I’ll dedicate one hour a day to USMLE studying. Just an hour” …. ha. Yea, that didn’t happen. A part of me feels really guilty about it, I know that the USMLE will pretty much kick my ass from the moon and back but I was just so damn happy to be home – I couldn’t think of doing anything but sleeping and eating. I know that once my official first year of medical school is over, that attitude will have to change. But hey, what’s done is done.

I walked back to campus yesterday and I felt great, I was one of those students who survived their first semester and as I attended my first class the room seemed obviously less filled than when I first came here. I’m excited to see what this second semester brings me – hopefully more interesting classes.

The first two weeks are primarily focused on ethics and preventative medicine and we had our first small group discussion yesterday and I was hit with some pretty hard questions. I’ve always had specific opinions on the topics, but when asked what my reasons were – I fell short. A few of the topics that were talked about was:

Should we prescribe adderall to students or professionals who simply want it without having ADHD?

How to handle an overbearing parent when their child is the patient

Is it ethical to end the life of a terminally ill patient?

It was really interesting to talk about these questions with my peers, but it just made me think about what I would have done if it were me in the situation. As a potential doctor, I think about all of the rights and responsibilities that come with those two letters after my name on the white coat. It’s my judgement that can make the difference between life and death. I guess just knowing that I can (and probably will) make a bad call just plain scares me.

This was an article I came across and I thought it was really thought provoking, take a read…let me know what you think:

..Makes you think, huh?



title of post is from an Avicii song that I’ve been digging recently. Link here:

-Should we pre

…now what?

I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday season and new years. I’m back home now, and after a week or so, I’m finally feeling a little more relaxed than the high stress state I came back in from finals.

I did the usual thing when a student comes home for the holidays, I slept as if I was going into hibernation, and I had made a whole list of comfort foods and restaurants I wanted to go to. I saw a few of my friends, and now that I’m comfortably set in I decided to open up my lap top and clean out a lot of the files that were on my desk top from flow charts, to notes, to practice questions…it felt amazing.

I still have about a week or so before I have to go back to my cramped desk space and with a new year I wanted to reflect upon my first semester of medical school.

Now, it’s not in my nature to regret a lot of things – I’m the type of person who always thinks things through and I look at a situation from several different angles in order to prevent that sort of situation from happening. But I will say that medical school turned out to be completely different that what I thought it would be. Some good and some bad.I’ll start out with the things that I regretted, and that’s putting a high priority on quiz grades and grades in general.

I’m not saying totally ignore your scores and give your exams the finger, but I noticed a complete difference in the way I studied once I gave up the notion that I had to get 100% on everything I did. It’s an unnecessary stress, and I personally would like to keep my hair and my stress. It took me about half the semester to get tot his realization and trust me, it’s easier said than done. Once I let it go, I was able to actually enjoy the material and the objective turned from memorization to long time learning.

One thing that I definitely to NOT regret is allowing myself the time to relax and giving myself an hour break for lunch and dinner and feeling guilt free about it. There’s no way anyone (no matter how disciplined you are) to keep up an intense level of studying 24/7 for an entire semester – it’s just not possible. And for those who tried, it didn’t end well. I was able to keep up with the kardashians, watch the housewives of atlanta and beverly hills argue all while keeping up my GPA. Trash tv is a weakness of mine, and I made sure to use it as a reward.

All in all, I had a pretty good semester and I’m just so thankful that I made it out alive. It was a bit of a wake up call, but I think I’ve locked down what kind of student I am and how I can make the spring semester even better.

I’m sure I don’t have a ton of readers, but for those that I do have – thank you so much for your time. I know my blogs aren’t exactly concise but I do appreciate it and you deserve an award for putting up with my blabbering. If any medical school hopeful has any questions or needs advice, feel free to ask! I’d love to answer your questions.

Make this year the one of no regrets. Good luck.



I can’t believe it you guys! I am nearing the end of my first semester as a medical student. It’s been pretty tough but I’m glad I took the transition well. There have been people who have already dropped out or left for “medical reasons.” But I’m one of the lucky few who still stands and I’m just hoping finals doesn’t knock me back on my butt.

But I’m here to talk to you about something that has been affecting students across the globe, it’s an epidemic that has to stop and I’m glad that pop culture has finally assigned a word to it: shade.

Definition taken from urban dictionary :

Shade: acting in a casual or disrespectful manner towards someone/dissing a friend
“throwing shade, acting kinda shady”
Rihanna is famous for it, but the originators were definitely overly competitive students. Let me explain.
A while back, I mentioned to you guys how I met a couple of people at the airport on my layover to get here. We ended up starting a facebook group chat so that we can keep each other in the loop and maybe pass around a few files or useful youtube videos that we have come across. I’m pretty anti-social but this type of communication was no problem for me.
Anyway, fast forward a few weeks after midterms and I had gotten my hands on some old notes from an upperclassmen and I thought they were pretty useful so I shared them onto our group google drive. Sharing is caring right? We aren’t graded on a curve, so everyone elses’ performance has no bearing on mine – so there’s no need to withhold information or tools if I feel like it’s going to help people out.
So I’m adding the file to the google drive and I look off to the side in the “activity” bar to make sure my file got uploaded and I see that a few files were recently added and I got excited because they looked like practice questions that would help for our upcoming finals, but when I finished reading the name of the file I saw my name underneath it with a clean line swept across it…..what?
So what that means is that they restricted access to viewing the file to everyone BUT me. My confusion led to anger which then promptly led to me feeling really hurt by this. I thought we were all friends (hell, I was even just speaking to them just the other day – they were cool as cucumbers). I’m one to choose my friends wisely and this felt like one of those times where I chose wrong.
This just felt like ultimate shade. All I do is eat, sleep, study, repeat. When did I have time to offend you or have you lose trust in our friendship in that time span? But, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. And not wanting the bitterness to build up inside of me, I confronted her and just asked if maybe something had happened that maybe I wasn’t aware of. If it was something I did, I surely would want to apologize for it.
She looked at me, shot me a quick smile and said “oh! sorry! It must have done that automatically…so weird!”
I think that was the moment I decided that this friendship was over. When I uploaded files to the google drive, restricting access was something I had to do manually. It hurts being lied to, but I wasn’t going to pursue people who aren’t worth it. I give everyone 1 strike, and if they blow it then I cut ties. Don’t waste my time.
We’re in medical school, you’re stressed, I’m stressed, you want to do well, so do I…I get it, I really do. But I don’t think that trying to crawl your way to the top by stepping on others is the way to go. It says a whole lot about you without you having to speak, and it’s not something I’d agree with. When I got my hands on the useful notes, I had zero reservations and would be willing to give it to anyone. We’re all in this together, shouldn’t we start acting like it?
Or is that type of attitude dead? I guess so.

Day in the life of a first term medical student

Hi all!

So it’s been a few weeks since midterms (by the way, so thankful I made it out of there alive) and everyone is finally getting back into the swing of studying all day every day. We had a nice gap where we didn’t have too many labs, and it gave us all a false sense of security that things will get any easier than the first half of the semester…NOPE. So I figured it would make a cool blog post to let everyone know what I personally go through on an average day. Just as a disclaimer, this is definitely not what medical school will be like for EVERYONE, some people are blessed enough to have more of a social life than I do and still do well in school.

7:00 AM: Alarm goes off ….. nnnnnngh, no thanks. I’ll go back to sleep. SNOOZE

7:20 AM: Second alarm goes off because I know myself well enough to snooze at the first 7 AM alarm.

7:30 AM: Finish checking facebook, instagram, personal email, school email, vine, etc.

8:00 AM: On the elliptical/spin bike/treadmill/stairmaster at the schools’ gym….This is the best time to go because there are hardly any people there. You’re in the gap where the super intense 6 AM-ers are done with their work out, but the 9-10 AM rush hasn’t kicked in just yet. I usually bring some form of notes with me, but let’s be honest, I only give myself 30 minutes to work out, I’m going to jam out to some music and pretend that I am at Ultra Music Festival (a way better alternative than studying).

9 AM: Back from gym, took a shower and eating a quick breakfast. While I eat, I write down a list of goals I have for the day, I normally write down too many so I prioritize between what I MUST get done, and what I WANT to get done. There will always be something for you to do or to study, don’t beat yourself up if you don’t achieve every single thing that is on your to do-list, be reasonable. Your self esteem will thank you later.

9:30-12 PM: Pre-read for class……so I’m definitely a night owl, so studying in the morning and afternoon isn’t super effective. But I know I have to do something , so I do something that I can passively do and that is pre-reading. Pre reading for me essentially means to download the days’ powerpoint lectures onto my tablet and to just read through it. If there’s a term or a particular pathway on the slide that looks absolutely foreign to me – I don’t sweat it. I repeat, DO NOT worry about it. Just mark it, and pay extra attention in class. Have a little star or some sort of symbol next to that bullet point will remind me to pay attention in class. I have a few hours of class a day, and pre-reading personally helps me, again, not for everyone. But I personally don’t want to be surprised when I get to class with what subjects or topics I’m about to be taught.

12:30 PM: Pretty tired, I woke up early to go to the gym and having been going non stop every since. I take a power nap, right before classes so that I can feel more awake.

12:45 PM: Quick bite to eat and I’m out the door to class.

1 – 5 PM: Class…..on the days I actually DO go to class (some of the time I love to watch the recorded lectures instead in order to speed up, pause, rewind, etc…if your medical school offers this, DEFINITELY utilize it – it makes more sense to sleep the extra hour and then watch recorded lectures than to fool yourself into thinking you’re learning by just sitting there and being tired in class)

5 – 6 PM: Break time! I do whatever I want during this time. I can catch up on The Walking Dead, or watch Colbert Report, just really relax my mind. This is so important, we aren’t robots…we need the time to relax.

6 – 11 PM: Post read… remember before when I said don’t sweat the small details that I didn’t understand before? Well, that’s because my post reading time is when I actually concentrate on understanding the material for the day. I’ll write a blog post with my actual methods of studying, because that’s a WHOLE other topic.

11 – 12:30 AM: My roommate and I have this really great system where after we are both done post-reading or doing independent studying for the day, we just meet up in the common space and just talk about the things we learned from the day. It’s really great because she covers the gaps in my knowledge for certain subjects, and I’ll help her with others. It just further reinforces the concepts. We can’t stick to this every day because you know, life happens – but we try to do it as often as possible. Group study is a MUST for me! But only after I get my own business together.

1 – 3/4 AM: Now this is where some people definitely differ from me. I take the last few hours before I go to bed, to do more post reading that I may not have been able to complete before. Or I just do practice questions repeatedly. I personally am a night owl and I have zero problem going to bed so late – this isn’t the case for everyone. Is it healthy? Probably not. But do I get my work done? Yes. Some people are definitely more efficient than me, and it’s possible that I may have a harder time adjusting to the whole medical school thing a little tougher than others. And if you don’t have to stay up this late, DEFINITELY don’t do it. I don’t usually keep this kind of schedule every single day, some days I’ll go to bed at 1-2 AM, other days I’ll just pull all nighters. It just depends on what the reality of the situation is. Again, this is just me, please don’t chop off my head for it. I know the first term is normally the one with what seems to be the biggest work load because I am a brand new student – hopefully I won’t have to keep this up for much longer. But hey, I passed the exams and I think I know my stuff, and I do catch up with my body on the weekends.

So there’s one of my average days that I have here in medical school. Take from it what you will, but if you’re reading this and you’re also a medical school I would LOVE to hear what your study schedule is like. Please please please tell me it gets better? If not, I feel like I’ve been preparing for the worst.

Now everyone go get some sleep,



So I’m in the midst of studying for my midterms but there is a quick story that I felt I just HAD to share before it left my brain (along with biochemistry).

I think facebook is a great way to keep in contact with family friends, and to be able to stalk anyone we want (especially when you see a cutie in lab). But overall I love facebook because there are idiots who think starting full blown fights on social media is an appropriate method of action.

To set up the scene, my entered medical school class has a fb page where we can post questions from lectures or announce events, etc. We have a few trolls on the website, but nothing major has ever happened and the page was a bit uneventful…until last night.

Just like any other night, someone (“Kate”) posted a question about some sort of blood pathway (to be honest I didn’t read the entire post, since it was probably 10 pages long) but she prefaced everything with a “DO NOT ANSWER UNLESS YOU ARE 100000% sure” . A a few hours someone (“Dan”) finally responds and tries to help Kate out. To which she responds:

“You don’t know anything, that is clearly wrong. Why don’t you do something productive any study some more. That kind of thinking won’t help you on the exam”

oh snap…pass the popcorn.

I could have spared her the heart ache of knowing the truth, but for someone who responds so rudely she needs to learn a lesson about professionalism and that sitting behind the computer doesn’t make you more powerful. Truth is, Dan is actually a teacher, and I only know this because I have been to one of his(very helpful) tutoring sessions. As I scrolled down through the comments, Dan kept is composure and I noticed that he refrained from mentioning that he is someone who is actually quite an expert on the subject matter. Finally the thread ended when someone else finally threw Kate a bone and kindly informed her who exactly she was speaking to.

She may have quickly deleted the entire thread from facebook, but the stamp of shame is still there. And she successfully made an ass out of herself in front of the entire class – and some administration that is linked to the facebook group. Oh well, her mistake is my break time from studying pleasure.

Moral of the story kids? Don’t be one of those people who pick fights on social media – you may be trying to prove your point (and of course you should always stick to your guns if you believe in something) but do it in private. Your issues with others is nobody else’s business….but if you still choose to do so, I guess you can take comfort in knowing that somewhere, someone is blogging about it.

Respect is is not a right, it is earned. And unfortunately for Kate, she left a huge chunk of it on facebook.

Can’t wait until Dan lectures.


The faker

Hi all! Sorry I haven’t written in a while, midterms are right around the corner and so I have been preparing for that (more updates on school stuff to be coming up in a future post).

I wanted to start a series describing the types of people I have encountered thus far in medical school, so this post will be my first installment:

The Faker.

My school is all about group based learning, which may or may not be a good thing depending on how you study. We are broken off into groups of 8 and we are given assignments and cases each week to go over. Because it’s always alphabetical, I am pretty much stuck with the same core group of people. I do indeed like most of them, but there’s one person who I will keep genderless and nameless just in case they stumble upon this blog (hey there!), so let’s call them Alex… that’s pretty neutral right?

To keep a long story short, Alex loves to make to make people feel dumb. To be honest, I didn’t notice this defect in their personality until recently. He/she usually sat next to me in labs, and whenever someone offered to answer a question and ended up getting it wrong (which is TOTALLY okay in a group team based learning session… that’s kind of what they are there for) they would lean over to me and make really condescending remarks:

wow how did she even get into medical school”

“this is such basic information”

“she is OBVIOUSLY wrong”

Get the gist? I’m sure just reading that may have made the hair stand on the back of your neck.

I don’t normally let those kinds of comments phase me, I just ignored it and did my best to help my classmate answer the actual question (if I could). I even went as far to think that we were friends until I got up to present histology slides and instead of leaning over to my chair, I saw them lean over in the other direction and start talking about me, and not in a positive tone. I got a question wrong, and after it was clarified and I re-explained the answer he/she literally clapped their hands and said “Don’t worry, medical school is tough. You’ll get the hang of things and figure it out soon”

…..excuse me?

Now I know it probably sounds different typed than it was actually in person, but it was one of the most inappropriate comments I have ever heard and the tone taken did not help the situation – he/she might as well have patted me on the head and told me to run along home.

To make a long story short, you an imagine the look on my face when I heard that Alex had failed every single one of their exams. I thought maybe they were sick, or something must have happened. It ended up being none of the excuses I was making for them, they just straight up failed because they didn’t know the material. But how was that possible? And then it clicked, Alex is what I like to call “the faker”. The following week after exams, I kept a close eye on Alex as if they were the subject of my personal experiment and the results were surprising. Alex was that type of student who points out the mistakes in others but never actually participates themselves. If by chance Alex was called on to answer a question, he/she did the clever loop around and was able to get our facilitator to lead them to the answer so that they can take credit for having come up with the original diagnosis. When I walked by their desk in the library, all of those “hours spent studying” ended up being them wasting time on buzzfeed or Facebook.

Alex was nothing but a faker – tricking the rest of us into thinking that they were smarter than the rest of us, and tricking themselves in the process. Since our first exams, I have since extended my hand on multiple occasions and offered to help them study over the weekend – I am human after all, I am competitive but I also don’t want others to fail. Alex has yet to take me up on my offer, and to be honest – they have to be humbled a little bit more before I believe they will.

I hope you guys liked these types of posts and I promise to start posting more often – just gotta get over the hump that is midterms coming up this week! Let me know if there are any aspects of school you guys want me to talk about, I’m pretty much an open book, no fakers here.


Wake up call

My alarm went off at 6 AM and as I struggled to get out of bed the terrifying reality came upon me…it’s test day. 

I reflected on what my calm-the-hell-down mechanisms were. To be honest, I couldn’t remember. I had felt anxious for other big exams like the MCAT or thesis dissertations but somehow nothing felt like this. Starting this journey felt like a clean slate for me, and the pressure of not wanting to mess it up from the jump is pretty daunting. Not to mention, I made the error of comparing myself to others (and I’ll reiterate, just because people say things confidently doesn’t mean that they actually know what they’re talking about). 

All I gotta say is, choose your study group wisely. And this goes for any degree. In college it was all about scoping who the smart people in class were and trying to pick their brain and hoping that they’d help you out. Here…it’s every man for himself. And the competitiveness is something you can physically feel when you walk in the room. If you know of a school that’s not like this, please tell me where it is – I’ll gladly transfer. I am very fortunate because I found a core group of 2 other people who had strengths where I had weaknesses (they were pretty much masters of biochemistry and anatomy, while I was their inside scoop on histology).

I took it slow the morning of the exam, I didn’t have to be in class until 8:30 AM and it took me 5 minutes max to walk there. I had a cup of coffee (God I miss starbucks…I hope you all have delicious pumpkin spice lattes for me!) and my roommate made us some grilled cheese sandwiches – although I could barely eat them, I was so nervous. 

So what did I do? Get pumped up on the Kanye West pandora station of course. Music always helps, even if you feel like nothing can bring you up. I just started repeating mantras to myself but nothing was working. That was until I got a text message from my best friend who works at Penn State:

“you got this. you’re supposed to be there”

It just clicked for me. She’s right. I AM supposed to be here, and I won’t let an exam get in the way of my ambition. You get what you worked for – and I was ready. 

I walked in that exam like nothing short of a badass mofo. I sat down in my seat and looked at my computer (all of our exams or online) and was ready to dominate. Some girls were crying outside, others were muttering to themselves as if they were in an insane asylum (which I guess, we kind of are) but I just sat there in dead silence. The worst thing I was about to do was think about all of the information I had been absorbing for the last 3 weeks – I’m a person who frequently second guesses answers that I put down and information that I know is right. I wasn’t going to let my test taking anxiety get the best of me. 

Opening up the first question, biochemistry – shit. I read the question stem, something about someone with metabolic alkalosis, something about asking me to find out what a consequence is. Oh my god, what is going on? It’s as if all information left my mind. Okay, maybe the next question will be better. Nope. Nope. Nope. I felt the swagger imparted on me by Kanye West was slowly fading and the little anxious beast within me was coming out. But then, the world threw me a bone. I got a question I absolutely knew the answer to, and then another one, and then another one. Before I knew it I completed the entire exam with good confidence and even laughed to myself when I went back to those early questions and it immediately clicked. 

I truly am my own worst enemy, but no amount of motivational pinterest quotes was going to get me out of that exam alive, I had to just be like “hey guess what, I know my shit. And I’m going to prove to you that I do.” 

Upside of an electronic exam is that after I took a well deserved lunch break and got back to my room, I saw a notification that our scores had already been released. I was literally shaking when I clicked on my browser to open it up. I passed! All three. And with points to spare. I was so relieved and even though this grade overall doesn’t really make a dent in my final grade, it made a lasting impression on my confidence. 

I got this. I’m supposed to be here.

Now for the sprint to midterms.