Dentistry and Hospital

Last week I did an internship at the dentistry I am a patient at. What I liked about it is that it is way more modern than the American dentistry I know of. They even got some techniques that they (the Americans) do not have yet, for example the “German double crown”. To me, that sounds more like a cookie, but it is something to keep your third teeth in place.
I did that internship because I am not sure what to be later. I know, living life as a chicken would be the best, but I believe they do not earn so much money that they can stay alive. And I don’t always want to depend on motherchicken.

So I am trying to get an orientation and that’s why I did that internship. Another one is coming next week, but that one is not going to be for a week but for three months. Man, that is a long time! I will work 8 hours a day and 5.5 days a week. For exactly zero money, how fun. But what is really cool that I will be able to do it in the maternity or delivery ward in the hospital, I don’t know what exactly you call it. There will be so many little baby chickens! How cute.

New design

To make it easier for you to understand, I am now officially called “Bucki”. You got to pronounce it like “Booky” but that looks so stupid that I never want to write it out again. So my name is more like…

• “Hey, I was just booking the hotel online.”
• “Did you go to the book store on Monday?”

… or stuff like that.

So anyways, I am not sure about the look yet. Even though I feel a strong connection due to the bird in the header. That’s what I would look like, kay.

I committed a murder.

Okay, guys. I got something I need to tell you. I actually am more a tumblr-reader and enjoy other people’s nice creations floating around here. But today, there is something I really need to share.

In a couple of weeks the testing period will start for me in order to graduate. If I do well I will go to med school, if not, I will simply stay sister of Mareen and that’s it.
Anyways. The thing is… I got super mad yesterday. I tried to solve that retarded equation in math but it didn’t work out right and I could not find the freeking mistake I made! So I hit my calculator and my fist bumped on it for three times or so…
That was the last time for me having used the calculator. I killed him. He died! I was so sad suddenly because he had helped me thru so many exams and tests in every class and I had a place for him in the very bottom of my heart. He simply died.

So I went downtown, trying to un-mad myself. I was like, “Well, simply buy a new one for $10 or so…” And guess what? Yeah, it cost me exactly $34 (€22) to get a new one.
I mean, who would want a calculator without a solar-charged-battery-system? No wonder it was so cheap.

MacBook Air