"Reanna, you'd make a good gynecologist."

Last night after eating an entirely absurd amount of food for someone who is trying to shed weight, I retired to my bedroom at the ridiculously early hour of 9pm. After putzing around for a couple of hours, I was about to head to bed when there was a gentle rapping, rapping at my chamber door. No, it was not a raven, but a dear friend I had not seen in awhile, the always lovable Jess. Excited to see her, myself and Liz emerged from our rooms to talk with her and Joy. In the midst of our lively conversations, Jess out stated very nonchalantly, "Reanna, you'd make a good gynecologist." It took me a second to realize that yes, she did just say that. I was immediately confused on many levels. First of all, Reanna and doctor go together about as well as

mongoose and cobra. Second, of all doctors, why a gynecologist? Third, what the hell was she talking about? Now you must realize, Jess says things like this often. An idea will pop into her head with very well thought out reasons attached to them. Nevertheless they can be confusing as they come out of left field. So after a good minute of laughing on every one's part, I asked if she cared to share why she thought that. She said she could easily see me in my nice black pants and heels in a white lab coat and glasses telling young women the dangers of birth control. I was very pleased with the explanation she gave me, and I took it as a great compliment that someone could see me capable of putting my passionate beliefs into great service.

The above picture shows the hostel take over of my beloved bed. The mutiny occurred when I went to relieve my bladder. Sneaky buggers. After much coaxing and a slight temper tantrum, I was able to recover my dear resting place. Let this be a warning to others: if you ever try such a feat, you will not win. I will use every weapon in my belt -- guilt, reverse psychology, the sword, etc. And let me remind you, I won last night.

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