So for the last three weeks, I have been studying my butt off for my exams. The more I study, the more there is to know about the subject. At least the material interests me and makes want to learn. But there have been times throughout our late study sessions where I have lost my mind. This involved spastic hysteria while trying to learn the intricate mechanisms of body movement and occasional moments of questioning whether I could make it for the next three years. But I kept reminding myself why I was here and that God was with me. And then there were the phone calls and emails from my friends that cheered me up. It made the world of a difference...

But besides studying, I have been having a great time with my new NYMC friends. We are definitely an interesting bunch of people. In the last three weeks we have:

1) Been lost a gazillion times in Westchester County.
2) Waited for buses and trains that are a) not coming for another hour; b) don't exist; or c) run in the opposite direction of our destination.
3) Been to Taco Bell/KFC more times than my stomach would have liked.

Thanks Jessica for my first chance to see a Yankee game this year! We saw them play the Marlins on June 23rd. We had pretty good seats in the upper deck in right field. I was turned to my right talking to Jess, when all of a sudden I notice the people around me getting up and screaming. I look up and a foul ball is directly in front of my face. My first instinctive was to catch it, and if I had done that, I probably wouldn't be typing with both hands right now. But my second thought was to move out of the way so it wouldn't hit me in the head. Alas, I threw myself back into my chair and watched the ball hit the empty seat next to me. And then I heard Jess calling my name, but it didn't register to me that she was yelling at me to pick up the ball. By the time I came back to reality, there were a bunch of guys around the ball and I probably lost my one and only chance of a lifetime to catch a foul ball. All because I wasn't paying attention. Sigh...

Congratulations to my brother (and Bobby and Abe) for graduating high school! You have no idea how proud I am of you! You're one of the smartest kids I know and I love you very much!

I also went to see the Macy's Fourth of July Fireworks in NYC. The show was amazing, but you getting home afterwards meant fighting your way onto the packed train and holding onto something (or someone) for dear life.

But there isn't a day I don't miss my Binghamtonians. I couldn't speak to my twin for a period of two weeks and it was painful. Glenwood 211 - I miss you guys a lot. And Grace and Joy, whose constant bickering I miss dearly. Haha...love you both! My four years at Binghamton were truly a blessing and there is not a face that I don't miss or think about.