The Current Status of Professional Education

The whole concept of the classroom is pompous and circumstantial. It is my belief that many people, myself included, could learn an entire test's worth of material in a couple days instead of 10 weeks! Additionally seeing as how there is a significant division of the people who learn visually as opposed to aurally, the opportunity cost of using well-educated professionals to digest information from a book and regurgitate it back to a group is a misappropriation of their training. Their time and effort would be better spent in the pharmaceutical field, just as our time would be better used learning at our own pace. There is no way that a live professor can go at the correct pace that even the majority of the class can learn the material at. I propose that we take the current best model, UCSF Pharm School, and disseminate their learning techniques: slideshows, notes, recorded lectures that people can rewind at their leisure, etc.

Thus ends my half-assed attempt at some kind of an essay that only ended up being a paragraph. =)


Blog# 00.04: Its like Salvador Dali Painting Where's Waldo pictures

"People" are always asking me what its like to go to pharmacy shool and I never knew what to say until I thought of that title (I still don't know what to say but that confuses them long enough for me to escape).

So grades for our Block exams (read: chicken-fried midterms) are trickling out and they are making me inhale a sigh of sweet relief. I studied moderately for the first one (Track2: PharmSci) and thought I had literally BOMBED it (I felt like this guy! Thats how bad it was!) So i buckled down for the remaining tests and studied a full 1.01 times harder. It paid off tho because I felt much btter about the rest of the exams. So imagine my surprise when I got my grade back for Track2 and a stranger staples my nipple to the table and kicks the chair out from under me!!! No, I mean I get my grade back and I axally did pretty well! And the rest just got better. You readers have NO idea how relieving it is for me to find out that I can do this shite. I didn't really have any guage for how much harder than undergrad this would be until now. It gives me 0.01mg of confidence for the future and 100mg of happiness, with enough water added to make the solution isotonic for a human system.

Maybe its more like a Norman Rockwell painting of Waldo eating a candycane outside of a barbershop... plus he isn't wearing any pants.

Have a nice day.

~Mikey Campbell, son of Mogh

PS Class of 2010 pics: 1 2


Blog# 00.03: Hong Kong Phooey was an African-American... Right?

I'm not sure what exactly about his character makes me think that... Oh wait, huge cock. Thats right...

Well I get no presents for my white coat ceremony. I hope other people's families accidentally take pictures of me... because I look like their kids? (cuz I'm so asiany!!!) At one point I had 7 people that were planning on showing up. Yet as of right after I started writing this blog (phew at least now I have content and not just my normal pencil shavings!) the last 2 peoples just canceled on me. OMG! Its a pandemic of cancelitis! Everyone put on your Michael Jackson masks! Come to think of it that would be a funny Halloween costume: wear a feminine wig and a white disposable surgical mask thing.

It didn't look right until I added the glasses (thats what Michael's plastic surgeon said Ba-Zing!)

Well, while my family and friends are dropping like flies at least I still have whats important... oh wait FUCK! I'm screwed! (kidding) But maybe I'll try to self-teach myself how to install my new car stereo (begin countdown until it is ripped out of Gallahad 1 2 by Vallejo thugs). I can't wait until I can afford to move into a neighborhood where I am the most feared constituent! Sadly that is the only way I can tell if I've "made it."



Blog# 00.02: People are Officially Tired of It Already!

I think I might have been tired yesterday. We had just yesterday (Friday) completed a weeks worth of soul-draining, sleep-depriving, teeth-grinding, noun-verbing Block Exams. There were assorted parties and people to visit and I was going to start getting ready without having really decided what I was going to be doing. But First, I figured I should take a nap to recharge myself before I do any more depleting activities. Well lets say it was about 7:00pm (because it was) and lets say that I didn't wake up until 11:30... the next morning! WTF! Geez! It is axally impossible to sleep that long straight so my brain must have played a trick on me (e.g. have me open my eyes real fast and close them immediately at around 4:00am so reset the sleep timer. My brain is always playing tricks on me like that!)

Well I started cleaning my room up pretty good this morning. I basically moved in by bringing everything upstairs to my room and then violently shaking the boxes until their contents exploded out in every direction, which is not ideal especially since I live in a "baller mansion." Its a brand new 2-story house (no one has lived in it until our crazy group). We have 2 living rooms each with its own seperate fireplace, 2 dining room areas, a huge kitchen right out of a cooking TV show with a hugemongous island in it (all marble countertops!). My room is upstairs and it is big enough to.. well, you know what, I'm not sure how big... I think ima have to organize a Room Measuring party. It will preferably be underwear-themed (no clothes allowed!) and we'll measure it phonebooth style, by squeezing as many people that will fit into it. Taht would be the best college meaurement possible. "Oh how big is your room, Mikey?", "Oh it is 147 people large", "Oh, is that stacked to the ceiling or just standing on the floor", "I... what school did YOU go to, hypothetical question-asker!!!" and *poof* he disappears because I don't have any more dialogue.

The ceilings are actually pretty high in this room (at least 12 students high.. heh heh alllriiight)

~Micheal... I mean Michael


Blog# 00.01: Meh Debut

Disclaimer: I never make sense and I never tell the truth. And, yes, that does apply to the previous sentence...

Yay! First post on my new blog website that I built from the ground-up with my own hands! Kids these days have their blogs handed to them... never had to work the earth for their boring stories... why, when I was... *gasp!*... *dies*

Thats better. So I would like to dedicate this inaugural blog to the memory of my dear friend Jon Lai, *cracks a box of wine against his lucite coffin* for telling me that the hard part of pharmacy school was just the gettin-in part, and after that you just cruise to your diploma... Well two things are wrong with that scenario: firstly, pharmacy school is not easy! I may be so inclined as to say it is difficult! Or if I've had a few drinks I might even go so far as to describe it as "slurr slurr yelly cuss... [descends into some lost Scandinavian language...]." And secondively, some would argue that Jon Lai is not technically dead. Well, he's dead to me and that carries so much more weight.

The past four-fourteenths-of-a-fortnight have been pretty improbable. This whole week is the Blocks (read: all midterms, but they're actually a-third-terms) and thay half been soe stressful but luckily the stress will soon be gone redirected. I just received an email saying that we will have a mandatory white coat ceremony rehearsal tomorrow at noon and we will take the class pixur! YAY! We need to have ironed on the ghetto 'Touro patch' onto the left breast pocket by tomorrow (Mikreskin foresees at least a couple people's ghetto patches falling off of their labcoats during the ceremony). YAY! I, luckily, am probably the only one who still does not have no labcoat (but at least I can "rehearse" like I have one...). Like I said on taht other blog I used to have, they had to have my size custom-made and shipped from special Samoan tailors which is a problem in itself because those big motherfuckers take the majority of the time just threading the tiny needle. Crap. So I have heard less than zero since they said that they had/would order the new size... but, like I included in the email I sent to the 2nd year pharm student, I can always wear a big white T and just draw the pockets etc on with a black Sharpie, so no biggy...

Meanwhile it is 1:30am and I haven't begun studying for my last Block A exam (ClinSciences) which is at 9:00am today. :)

Is everybody HAPPY!?!?!

~Michael F. Worcestershire III