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Judging by my Facebook and Instagram news feeds, #LaBoracay season seems to be coming to a close. The parties have ended, the beaches are emptying, bikinis are being tossed in the laundry, and social media is filling up with pictures of nearly naked boys and girls in their swimsuits. Yes yes, everyone is happy. Except me. Because I hate summer. Okay I don't hate summer. I like summer. But I really hate what summer does to people. To women, especially. Look. Summer is supposed to be a time for freedom. For the time being, you're free from lectures, homework, quizzes, tests. No more thesis. No more thesis adviser. You're free. You've got the time to go head out to the beach with your friends and chill out, and nobody has the right to waggle a finger at you and say, Hey, you crazy kid, you should be in school! Nope. Because there is no more school. Because it is summer. Rejoice, men and women of the world! Only, not really. Because when I'm scrolling through

Tuesday This was my face last Tuesday, on the LRT coming from UST and on the way to ASMPH. I was being pouty because I was really looking forward to having my IV infusion done, but my doctor told me I would have to wait at least a month to finish prophylaxis. Because my skin test result indicated TB exposure, and they don't want me catching TB, even though my chest x-ray shows negative TB. Blarghhhhhh. Rap was with me again. Great guy, this guy. He suggested that we commute to ASMPH to get fitted for our uniforms in order not to put a good day to waste. So that we did. Speaking of ASMPH... Monday Monday was the start of TranSumm (transition summer) for us Year Level 5 kids. We're called YL5 because our four years of premed are supposed to be the YLs 1, 2, 3, and 4. (I like this system because it makes me feel closer to finally becoming a doctor.) There are some 166 people in my batch, if I'm not mistaken, and we're a diverse bunch. There are people fr