My first blog since the quarter has started. Fresh quarter, fresh start? Eh, not really. The quarter started off being really quite vigorous. I think I should just accept I have no life. I think I've accepted it for the most part. School is hard work, but I know I'm lucky to be where I am. I mean, I spoke to my roomate Katherine tonight about how WWIII could mean the end of the world. That's right, we'd have to give up everything and face the reality of war. Maybe all of us spend too much time fussing over things we really should enjoy. Things....stuff....mean nothing w/o being in the context of relationships, love, and brotherhood. I think I'm way too emotionally healthy. How did I get here? I think it mostly came about through my relationships with people in undergrad (yah, that feels like a million years ago). A lot of introspection and self-worth...everyone is precious you know? People should not feel so down on themselves all the time. Instead they just wallow and get pissed off at stuff around them. All of us are guilty of this to a degree, including myself. But I am happy where I am. The only down thing in my life really is the time drain that is dental school. *sigh*. I just have my *very* brief excursions with Frank, friends (who are all going through what I am), and music to keep me happy. It's working. Life is good. Working with cadavers has also led me to have a greater appreciation for life. The only time I have ever been face to face with death really was with the death of my great grandma and my grandparents. I believe in God, and I believe there is definitely a heaven awaiting all of us after this life, but sometimes we get caught up in wordly issues. You really forget to draw the distinction between life and death because really, all you've known is life. Working with the cadavers really confirmed how our bodies are really just temporary vessels for our souls. For us to examine and dissect the human body has truly shown me that it is not the body that makes the person, but the spirit that animates it. That is what makes all the difference in the world. Sometimes when we're studying it, we even forget that the body was inhabited by a person. Who knows who that person was or the things that he/she experienced while being here? But all I know is that the body is just a vestige of something much greater. I hope all the souls that donated their bodies are resting peacefully with God, and that He takes good care of each and every one of them. That's all I've got to say for tonight.