T Diddy :: Your Friendly Black Dentist

Have you ever been in an a closed confined space with a people around you for a long period of time? If you have, you probably experience feelings of being uncomfortable, crammed, and irritated. These feelings stem from the fact that you have no room to operate and the others are right on top of you in you face for every second. Have you had this feeling before? This is the same feeling as going to Reno or Vegas from 1 long night of fun. The next thing you know is you are drunk, the sun is coming up, and you know longer think Mark's antics are funny. Frankly, you are sick of him in your face and you just want to get away. Yes, now I know you had this feeling.
Now that I have made these feelings real for you, please permit me to continue down this path. I want you to image a basement of hospital. It is well lit from the artificial light because windows are not present. The walls are white and the floors are sparking from the black guys wax job from the night before. As you navigate the hallways you see a room that says, 'B-13'. Your curiosity is killing you at this point. You open the door and to your surprise you see a sign of some life. You see 116 people crammed in rows dazing at a screen as you hear somebody talking about Cytokines and the effect in breast carcinoma. Shaking your head in disgust, you see a big black guy in the middle of this crowd fighting with his eyes. You are think to yourself, "wow, he really looks like he is uncomfortable in the small chairs in the middle of all these people." However, you shake it off knowing that this must only last for a few hours because you know you would go crazy if that were you for any longer period of time. You now keenly try to make out this good looking man. Cha-ching! You see that it is me, Taj.
Yes, it is me. I am up in the mix of B 13, but let me tell you right now that it is terrible. I am in this room for 8 hours a day listening to crap I don't understand. However, this is not the point. In this room, there are 115 other people all around. After 2.5 months of daily interaction with people, who for the most part your only commonality is that we go to Dental School, begins to wear on you. Everything these people do wears on my nerves. From their whining and endless comparisons with other people to their "School is life" mentality, I am growing tired. The worst part is that I have another 2 months in this room. I am going crazy. They are nice people, but I cannot even handle 8 hours/day with my family.
Take me back to Reno. I will rather deal with Mark's annoying antics as he tires. I know I put myself in this situation, but can I at least get a window.

Besides studying dentistry, I really do not have too much in common with many of the students in Dental School. Last Tuesday night after a difficult test on the muscles of the head, we went out to celebrate at a local bar and grill. That was my kind of fun. I could have chilled there the whole night. However, people from my class wanted to go to a house of my classmates.
We arrive and the house is quite nice. I am admiring the high vaulted ceiling, steep Victorian stair case, the potential of the wooden floors, and the spacious dining room. I probably was the only one truly admiring the house as everybody else was drinking Natural Ice. Yes, you read correctly. I stop drinking that a long time ago. In fact, I never drank that crap. I have graduated on to finer beers like my man, "Sam". People were playing beer pong. I stop playing that a long time ago. In fact, I never played that game. I always thought it was a stupid game. Until last Tuesday, the closest I came to that game was watching LBB with Erin Martinez on Benton Street.
Beer pong was not the only game popping. This next event totally blew my mind. I actually witnessed 3 keg stands. What the hell did I just witness. I never did that crap in my life. In fact, I am not sure any of my dear friends have done keg stands. Now, I have shotgunned a beer, but my friends, this is not a keg stand. The shock value is like seeing Kenny Kwan drink a beer or Kenta not passing out after 2 beers. I was shocked.
As you can see, I am just not on the social level with my current peers. It is a crazy concept to say the least. To contrast my idea of fun here is what I did this past Saturday. Tracy and I went to her cousins house for a wine and cheese party. There was good music, fine wine and finger foods. I was chilling like a villain. Better yet, I did have to course my way through chants of "Go go go!!" as I try not to get kicked by the keg standers going to refill the wine glass. This is my idea of a good time. I was in a nice house, with grown acting intelligent folks, sipping on quality liquor as I engage in interesting dialogue. Keg stands, beer pong is played out like a Michael Jordan comeback.