Mexico Medical Student |

Sorry to all about working things up to a frenzy and not posting an update. It’s not because I was too busy or certainly that nothing was happening day-to-day. I thought it best not to exacerbate a potentially volatile situation with my school by lying low and reporting what happened after-the-fact. We have a plane to catch in about 8 hours, so I need to make this short: the school, in its infinite depths of new and creative ways to frustrate, has seen fit to not do anything. That’s right folks–seven days of “tomorrow, and maybe Tuesday; wait, no, maybe Thursday, well, if I don’t email you before Friday 5:00, then it’ll have to wait until January.” Did the “secret” committee meet? Who knows. My “contact” only has another “contact” which only tells her results, not schedules. So, as I said openly, no decision is a “no” decision because administrative offices (at least the ones I need) open here on the same day as my first potential day of class, imagine that! There’s no “getting ready” here, it seems.

It took serious fighting from Claudia and my mom to convince me that going back to Texas for a week or two was the best thing. I really don’t want to go home. Oh, I certainly was going to send the girls on their way and have mom and in-laws enjoy their granddaughter/niece, but being that I’ve been such a shit magnet and all-around grouch (when I’m not in a fetal position on the floor), I felt just “getting things done” in the way of packing, organizing, whatever was more for me. I can’t help feel like I’m going home a failure, even though this wasn’t my fault, obviously. (though I know there are those out there that say to yourselves, “Pfft, whatever….I wonder what really happened.” All I can say is that I’d be pretty f*cking stupid to have said all this publicly with my career on the line if I wasn’t truly this desparate and not able to back up 100% every claim I’ve made.) I don’t want to have to rehash the story, the agony, etc., no matter how well intentioned my family–which I’m lucky to have–will be. Financially, I don’t have the money to move anything except drive back the two cars, since there’s not much middle ground–either you get a big-ass moving rig or you don’t. There’s no “UHaul” here where I can pick my size and price. Rent is paid until Jan 15th. As long as we are going to lose 80-90% of what we own, what’s a a few more hundred dollars to fly back and have a family Christmas back home, right? It’s like a social engagement your obligated to attend, don’t want to go to, but still have a bit of hope that maybe you’ll loosen up and have a bit of fun once you get there. That’s the plan, anyway.

So, as usual, I’m way behind in getting things ready, especially since the travel plans were made just days ago. I’ll update everyone on what options I’m facing, point by point, and solicit opinions from the peanut gallery my dear loyal readers. (and I’m serious too, because nobody wants to read this crap during the holidays, I know. But it’s the only medium I have aside from suffering in solitary silence)

To all those traveling this weekend, be safe, be patient, and be happy. Nature demands equilibrium, and that means there are a couple of giddy-pee-pants happy people out there on my tab– “Merry Christmas!” I say to them and hope they don’t use it up all at once. More in a day or two from the good ‘ol USA!