Old Man McMullen

What I thought was a completely uneventful day turned out to be pretty fulfilling when it was all said and done. Class was basically uneventful other than having to wipe drool from D-rock's face during the Micro lecture. Class was followed by a nice lunch at Rubio's. Then the fun began. As Beez and I meandered up the stairs to the fourth floor of the AHSL library we stumbled upon a shopping cart filled with the remains of the study tables. We decided we would do what any reasonable medical student would do when faced with a similar situation....hijack the shopping cart. We spent the next five minutes unloading the cart piece by piece only to be confronted by one of the constructions workers. He looked at us like we both had 3 heads. I myself was a deer in the headlights while Beez managed to utter "desk....part....take....I". I'm still not sure what he meant. Surprisingly the grizzled looking man let us go free with no questions. The fun began shortly thereafter. I hopped in the basket and we were off...

I discovered the hard way that not all the wheels worked on this cart. The front of the cart took a nose dive and I went with it. I made it out unscathed so I tried to return the favor to Beez. After a good push I let the fautly wheel take over and tried to plant him into the abandoned fourth floor, and as the story of my life goes...I failed again. Not a scratch on him. Darn you Beez and your cat-like reflexes.

The fun continued in the study room as we reviewed hypersensitivity and genetic disorders with Kevin Dim. It was then that our world was turned upside down. The one and the only Natheniel T. McMullen scampered up the stairs to the barren floor.



This strikingly handsome bloake taught many a lectures last year in histology. I personally thought he was top shelf as far as histology professors go. The sexual development lectures he taught were one of a kind...

He looked around as though he was lost (I immediately thought it was Alzheimers or some sort of dissociative fugue). He shortly proved me wrong. Old Man McMullen fell into some deep trance while staring out the window. Then it began...he cracked his neck and went into a 20 minute routine of Tai Chi. I'm not an expert on the subject so was it was fun as ever to insert a "HiiiiiiYaaaaa" every time he reached an attack pose. I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants.

So in summary: shopping cart races are fun, crazy old men doing Tai Chi is funny, and I need to do less of this and study more.