I always do my grandmother’s nails when I visit her at the nurseryhome. She’s 88 and has dementia, but nailpolish cheers her up and reminds her she recently had visit. She still have beautiful hands. Her hand to the right, mine to the left. Posted by reddit userlivegk.
Reposting this post of mine here by someone’s suggestions
Once a few years ago, at an applebees, my waitress was bussing a huge
tower of dishes (not wanting to make two trips I guess?) which just
visually was precarious at best. As she was walking towards me I thought
to myself, there is no was she is gonna make it to the kitchen.
Sure enough, once I am in splashing range the tower goes down. Half
full glasses of soda hit the floor and send splashes over my sandaled
feet, and a full cup of marinara sauce hits the edge of our table and
showers me with about a quarter of a cup of marinara sauce in a billion
droplets from my hair to my chest. We hadn’t even been served drinks
ourselves yet, this was just the start of our meal. So I’m sitting there
with sauce literally dripping from my nose, hair, etc.
Waitress makes eye contact with me and sees what she has done,
eyerolls and groans “fucking son of a bitch!” I am sitting there frozen
like, uh someone help? Husband is saying loudly, can we get some help
here? Waitress Walks less than three feet away, snatches up a rag and
begins wiping her OWN hands! Deliberately TURNS HER BACK TO ME, another
waiter sees this and come over now and is dabbing at my shoulder with a
wad of paper napkins. I hear the waitress who dropped all the crap say,
“why is this bitch looking at me, now I bet this bitch is gonna give me a
problem. I’m not dealing with this shit.” And turns and walks into the
At this point I say to the waiter who is trying to dab away this
sauce, she isn’t even going to say SORRY? He shrugs and is like, sorry
ma'am. I said yeah, thanks, an apology should come from her though and I
heard her refer to me as a bitch? I’m sitting here minding my own
business and get pelted with sauce and soda head to toe, and I’m a
bitch? At this point the anger rightfully built in me, and asked to see
Manager comes over. By now the spilling waitress has heard I am
complaining. She comes over, and stands behind the manager as she and I
talk. I explain what happened, and that accidents happens and I’m not
even mad over the spill, but I’m mad over being treated like crap after
it and being referred to as a bitch. Manager is gushing apologies, our
dinner .. a two for twenty we were grabbing.. will be free. Okay, great.
Still, I said, this is an area for retraining or something. There needs
to be something said to the server, that is not how you treat people.
She turns around and sees spilling waitress, and says I’m sure she was
coming to apologize right now.
Waitress EYE ROLLS and says nastily, it was just an accident. No
apology. Manager is now like oh crap, on her face. I said to waitress,
and referring to me as THAT BITCH is an accident too? She says nothing,
gives a smirk and crosses her arms. I looked between her and the
manager, who is now silent and doesn’t know what to do with this. It
ends in a stand off, of the waitress refusing to simply apologize and me
So I think a moment, and said to the manager, so you said our ENTIRE
meal tonight will be free? We want to change our order. And we want to
keep our same server. No hard feelings, afterall, right? So we changed
our two for twenty to the most expensive entrees we could find, with
three appetizers and salads and soup first. Dessert after. Tab was well
over a hundred bucks. We lingered for as long as we could stand.
Needless to say, we stiffed that bitch, and I wrote no hard feelings on a
napkin covered in marinara sauce at the table.
Only time I ever stiffed a server, and it was grand.
I’ve decided to write up my experiences with step 1 for all of medblr. There are plenty of other resources for information about step 1 from other medblrs and reddit posts but there are so many different learning styles and mine might jive with yours. I know I spent hours looking at other people’s experiences.
So I’ll begin with my scores. This is not to brag, but it was important to me to see people’s trends to give me hope. I was an average student in med school with some above average module scores. I needed redemption from my MCAT.
MCAT: 25, 28, 27 (I retook the 28 because I had a 6 in physical sciences)
CBSE (5 weeks out): 219, slightly above average in our class
NBME 19 (3 weeks out): 220, slightly above average in our class
UWSA1 (1 week out): 241
NBME 18 (< 1 week out): 223
UW 1st pass: 61% correct
UW 2nd pass: I finished about 70% of this with 75% correct
At this point I started freaking out because I wasn’t hitting 230 and so I pushed my test back 3 days. I heard that UWSA1 was an inflated score so I was not confident in that result. So I crammed for 3 more days on the highest of yield stuff.
Final score: 242
I was so so so ecstatic to receive this score which was 1 point higher than UWSA1 for me. As weird as this sounds, I thought step 1 was easier than I thought it was going to be and it was not nearly as hard as UW questions. I left the place feeling good and like I hit 240+.
Just goes to show that you can have below average MCAT or not do too hot in preclinical but still make it up in step 1 score which is so much more important for matching. According to our school, there is no correlation between MCAT scores and step 1 scores. For reference, the average step 1 score is 228.
I’ll write in detail about the resources I used in another post (which is the most important part), how to organize these resources, and test day tips!
The other night I was IMessaging with my best bro. It was a normal conversation, or so I had thought. I found out a few day later the conversation was not at all what I had thought it had been. The conversation went like this.
Me 7:59 PM: Hey dude what’s up?
Jason 8:01 PM: Not much bro just watching TV.
Me 8:01 PM: Same dude. You wanna come over?
Jason 8:02 PM: Can’t. Home alone. You know the rules. I can’t have anyone over nor can I go anywhere.
Jason’s parents were very strict and had odd rules. If they wern’t home he couldn’t have anyone over which I could understand. But, I never understood why he couldn’t go to other people’s houses. Wouldn’t that be better than him being home alone. Jason and I were both Seventeen. I had my license as did all of our friends. Jake didn’t. It’s not that he didn’t pass the test… he didn’t even take it. He didn’t even take driver’s ed. His parents thought people in High School were too young and irresponsible to drive cars. Jason had a strict curfew of 8:00 on weekdays with a bedtime at 10. His curfew on weeknights was 9:30 even though he could stay up until whenever he wanted. His parents didn’t allow him to eat any junk food. No pizza. No burgers. They mostly ate healthy stews and casseroles. I’ve eaten over at his house a few times. It’s not that the food is bad it’s just overly healthy, which I didn’t think was possible.
Me 8:02 PM: Yeah I know. Stupid Rule.
Jason 8:03 PM: Tell me about it. I can’t wait for college so I can get out of this prison.
Me 8:03 PM: I Bet. We need to do something soon. We’ve barely hang out all summer.
Jason 8:05 PM: Yeah it’s cuz you’ve been with Jenna for most of it.
Me 8:06 PM: yeah…. I know and I’m sorry….
Jenna was my girlfriend. We had been dating for three months and it was just starting to becoming serious. Admittedly, I had been spending way too much time with her and started hanging out with my friends less and less. But, Jenna lived two houses down and Jason lived a block away. And with Jason’s parents so strict it was easier just to see Jenna. Jenna wasn’t a demanding girlfriend and encouraged me to hang out with my friends more but, as time went on I started to fall more and more in love with her and I wanted to spend more more time with her.
Jason 8:07 PM: No your not. It’s okay though bro. I know what its like to have a girlfriend. You and Jenna are a good couple. I get it.
Me 8:08 PM: Yeah but that whole Bros before Hoes thing. I feel like I’m breaking the bro code.
Jason 8:09 PM: The last time anyone followed the Bro code was in seventh grade. That thing was stupid anyway. It was written by some low life douchebag.
Me 8:10 PM: Haha. true. But still I feel bad.
Jaso 8:11 P.M: Bro… don’t. If It was me with the girl I would choose her over you. Sex vs. video games. Sex obviously wins.
Me 8:11 PM: We don’t have that much sex.
Jason 8:12 PM: sureee…. dude I see the look on your face in your snaps. You always look like you just got some.
Me 8:12 PM: If you say so.
Jason 8:14 PM: shit I heard a noise.
Me 8:14 PM: What kind of noise? It’s probably nothing dude.
Jason 8:16 PM: It was a loud bang noise from downstairs. I’m gonna go check it out. If you don’t hear from me…. I’m probably dead.
Me 8:16 PM: dude that’s not funny.
Jason 8:16 PM: I wasn’t trying to be.
Me 8:20 PM: very funny.
Jason 8:21 PM: No I’m serious… I hear them walking around downstairs…..
Me 8:21 P.M: dude stop fucking around. It’s not funny.
Jason 8:22 PM: No… Nik…. I’m serious….. I think someone’s in my house…… I’m going to go see.
Me 8:23 PM:Jason if someone was really in your house I wouldn’t go down stairs I would lock myself in my room.
Me 8:24 PM: If you’re going down to check it means you really don’t think someone is there and you’re just checking to make sure. Its probably nothing dude….
Me 8:27 PM: So did you check?
Me: 8:29 PM: Funny. You probably just went to take a shower and made shit up to get a laugh.
Me 8:54 PM: Okay…. Now you’re scaring me dude…. either that or you’re jacking off in the shower….
Me 8:59 PM: Jason….. I’m about to call the police….. stop scaring me….
I was half scared half going along with the joke. I knew Jason really well and he was one to pull a prank. But, something about this felt off. But I just shook it off. I was also somewhat busy making last minute plans to go over to Jenna’s. I finally got a reply from Jason.
Jason 9:05 PM: Duuuuuudddddeee I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I really did hear a noise. But, It was the dog…. Scared me to death…. Then I got hungry and made a pizza and totaly forget about you… sorry…
Me 9:06 PM: It’s okay. Glad it was nothing.
Jason 9:07 PM: Yeah but it kinda freaked me out…. You should come over and chill me. My parent’s are gonna be home til super late. You can spend the night. I know I sound like a pussy but…..
Me 9:08 PM: But What about you parent’s rule. No one can come over?
Jason 9:10 PM: Fuck the rule. I’ll just tell them I was bored and kinda spooked and needed you to come over. They’ll get over it.
Me 9:11 PM: I would if you said something sooner. I’m going over to Jenna’s.
Jason 9:13 PM: wow Okay. Ever heard of Bro’s before hoe’s. Whatever dude. have fun getting laid while I’m scared shitless.
Me 9:14 PM: Jason…. I’m sorry…. I’ll make it up to you. We’ll spend a whole week playing video games and chilling. Grow some balls and wait till your parents come home.
I should have known something was off. There was so many hints. But, I was so preoccupied with getting to Jenna’s as fast as I could. I kind of felt guilty the rest of the night.
I got the news the next afternoon. Jason’s parents came home to the front door being broken open. They called the police and the police found Jason dead on the living room floor. He had been stabbed. His time of death was 8:30. That means that someone else had been texting me after that. His killer. The clues were all there. “him” wanting me to come over despite his parent’s rule. Him saying Bro’s before Hoes even though he had called it stupid. I had been texting my best friends killer and I didn’t even know it.
I keep thinking of what would’ve happened if I did go over there. Because I almost did. I almost texted Jenna to tell her I couldn’t make it. I almost packed a backpack for the night. I almost drove over to his house. And If I had I probably would be dead right now. Its been almost two weeks. The killer is still at large. I think he’s still targeting me. I got a text from Jason today.
Jason 6:45 PM: We should chill sometime. Maybe I’ll drop by soon.