Wow… weekends are almost more work than the weekdays now—it takes a while to catch up on sleep after Fridays/Saturdays.
We had our first Anatomy II quiz on reproductive and avian anatomy on Monday. Lucky for those of us repeating, the quiz was INCREDIBLY similar to the one from last semester. (I got an A on it, actually. Booyah! :P)
Tuesday was the first sign language class over lunch. We learned the alphabet and counting to 10. Then, after running through the alphabet a few times, we practiced spelling words to each other and the teacher then showed us the sign for each word we spelled. It’s a bit tough for me, but it’s going to be an incredibly marketable skill if I can communicate with basic skill in a clinic.
The rest of the week was relatively quiet—got my car fixed (again!) but luckily it was a cheap fix this time. The check engine light was on, but it was only an ignition coil… and it runs a LOT better after that was addressed. I missed volleyball this week due to picking up the car and just simply running out of time, but we didn’t win from what I was told. I’ve won the responsibility of ordering the team’s shirts… so we’re going to be like a “real team,” as some of them are saying.
Sea turtle patrol on Friday was pretty interesting—ended up patrolling the South end (the longer of the two) twice rather than getting to go to the North end at all. We were going to end up calling it quits, but as I woke up from that break, a large female came up to nest. She was one of the largest ones that our team lead had seen—her carapace was 160cm (almost 5 ½ feet in length). I got to attempt to draw blood from her hind flipper, but it was pretty difficult (due to her thick skin and the depth of the vessels) and neither Jeremy nor I were able to get a decent sample. It definitely made staying out till 4:00am worth it, though!
Saturday was another demanding one—the P.A.W.S. adoption day was one of the hectic ones that I’ve seen since I’ve been involved with the group. We had 13 adoptions at the day itself and have already hit 19 this semester in total! I didn’t even get to update the website until today, because I was so busy helping Kristi get her paperwork in order and keep adoptions rolling. We saw a pretty cool waterspout as well.
Got a bit of a nap in and then was off to a Murder Mystery Dinner—it was a BLAST! It took me a little bit of time to settle into the role I was assigned, but once I did, it was so much fun. The basic premise was:
It is an era where the power of the aristocracy is waning. Industrialization and the newfangled gadgets that come with it have created a new class of "aristocracy" based largely upon money. The old gentry find themselves with land but no money to support it, and they are increasingly forced to marry their blue-blooded sons and daughters to the new money in order to regain some of the money and power they have lost.
The world is rapidly changing, but in a small Barony near Shufflemore Woods, out of the way of the bustling cities, the changes have been slower. Feudalism still lingers in these backwater pockets, and although the Baron has watched his resources and income dwindle over his lifetime, his people still look to him for aid. Into this place, dark nights have fallen. Wolves - perhaps a single wolf, perhaps a pack - have been prowling at night, howling, killing livestock, and lurking just out of sight. Now, a peasant girl has gone missing, and her parents are certain that the wolves got her!
Tonight, as a storm brews overhead, several residents of the Barony have come together to ask for aid, including the parents of the missing girl. Joining them is the Baron, his sister, and their household staff; a famed huntress who has come to the Barony to offer her aid in killing the wolves; and travelers who are seeking shelter from the storm, including a trio of gypsies.
So, I played Luella, the maid of the household. She was a cheerful young woman who longed to travel and see the world. I was intrigued by the gypsies and the seer (Ashley) “read” my tarot cards and foretold my death. Sure enough, I was the first victim of the night—I died by vampire attack and then spent the rest of the night attacking the party as a vampire. It was funny—nobody picked up on the fact that the gypsies were the vampire lords even though I didn’t attack any of them and Paul (the storyteller) even patted me on the head saying “good minion” at one point. I even got an attack in on the werewolf (Richard/the Baron). We had to do paper/rock/scissors to decide who won each hit in a battle. Pretty funny to look at a “battle” with this going on. I look forward to attending another one someday.
Well, I’m going to get some renal physiology reading in since we have our first Physiology II exam tomorrow. Plus, I have some firsties wanting to be quizzed on microanatomy. So, as always—until next week.
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