Page 4: from patho to palaro

i never really liked microscopy maybe because my eyes make it difficult for me (having only one really normal eye). the only microscopy training that i had in college was during bio11 days, which is among the most basic biology subjects in college. and a little from highschool which i must thank for (since whatever was left from what i have learned then are the only things that i know now, actually). but alas, medschool is giving me a lot of opportunities to hone my none-existent microscopy skills. since first year, we are required to learn histology, a subject about the cells in the human body in a very microscopic way (which i am sure my medtech or public health friends are not having a hard time studying) that i find really difficult :p and today, we were asked to stain and find mycobacterium and i was able to do it in the allotted time, hooray for that :p

as for the RSO week, today's event is the palarong pinoy (a series of supposedly Filipino games). another hooray! for i was able to bring out the kid in me, which as some of my closest friends know, has always been in me :)

yay for page 4:p now off to my transing duties :)

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