It's T-Minus 10 Days Until THE Massage Test. Way back in November 2008, they told me that this school thing was an eight month program. It's been nearly a year and a half.
I'm still totally a student.
Not really a real student in that I don't go to school anymore (the school where I went has now filed bankruptcy - BIG surprise, I know), but a student in that I still carry around a little handbag full of colorful, written-on note cards and books that I've never even opened.
I'm now also in a study group. Like, they want to be a serious study group.
Last night we met at a local coffee shop. I always thought that the coffee shop study crowd was supposed to be cool. Trendy. Tattooed.
Beaumont sort of bucks the trend there. Instead they're dorky, smell bad, and enjoy eating highly overpriced chicken sandwiches on stale bread.
And, they're know-it-alls.
I've never been in there where one person isn't offering his/her unsolicited opinion to another group sitting nearby.
We had one of those last night.
An anatomy and physiology wizard.
He sat just behind me and piped up whenever he thought we were wrong. He insisted on correcting our definitions. And telling us all about the lower fibers of the trapezius.
He did that for an hour. That is until the slightly snappish girl in our group said a little too loudly, "Who is this guy and why doesn't he shut up?"
Ok, so the snappish girl was me.
The End.
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