The Song Remains The Same

Another school, another orientation.

More rah-rah bullshit than any normal person can stand. Listen, I've already chosen the school. Stop telling me how much fun I'm going to have, how good your school is, and how good looking the girls are. What's that? There wasn't anything said about how good the girls look? Hmm... that must have been my inner monologue...

For the past two days I've sat in an auditorium and heard all the same speeches while having information (that was probably important) go in one ear and out the other because I was too bored to pay attention. But hey, at least they pulled out all the stops -- we had turkey sandwiches for lunch yesterday, and pizza today. I must've hit the big time. It feels like I'm at a summer camp or something. Of course, all that begins to change tomorrow.

Classes start tomorrow. And that means work starts tomorrow. I still don't have even a single book, or for that matter my loan money with which to buy books. I did sign out 44,850 dollars today though. Sweet! As long as I don't live long enough to pay it back I've got it made in the shade. Unfortunately doctors have pretty long life expectancies. Short end of the stick again I guess.

Sunday morning I went to the beach and watched the sun rise on the ocean. It was pretty awesome. I was all by myself until a group of (I'm assuming) Southern Baptists came by to baptize a few people. That was pretty cool too. It made me realize I'd really like to have a house on the beach when I retire. Why am I thinking about retirement? That seems like its millions of miles away. I'm 22. I've got 9 years of total bullshi... ahem... education in front of me. Then I'll be 31 ,which also seems like its impossible at this point in my life. Me? In my 30s? Never happen... After residency I have 25-35 years of what will hopefully be meaningful and rewarding work before retirement. A house on the beach? That's a lifetime away.
Writing this made me think about Real Estate in general. Is there Fake Estate? What about Surreal Estate -- is that like Salvador Dali's house?