I have much to say but I don't know how to say it

The last couple of days have been physically exhausting. There has been so much overstimulation within the last 72 hours that it's hard to begin at one place. I've met so many people that now there exists just a blur of faces with names attached to them. The goal is to eventually associate these faces and names with actual personalities, but for now, quick memory recall will do for the sake of not embarrassing myself. It's got to be the worse feeling when you've hung around someone for six weeks and still don't know their name and your relationship with him/her has gotten to the point where you would feel really awkward asking, "What's your name?" so you just spend most of your time trying to eye their papers or belongings to see if you can catch a name nonchalantly.

Honestly, I'm still just trying to collect myself from the insane madness that is medical school. In a nutshell, we -the incoming med class- have spent the last three days going over every single policy, tradition, and rule that exists at Keck. From insurance coverage to campus safety to an Introduction to Gross Anatomy, we have learned the inner and outer workings of the med school, what it can and cannot offer us for help, and where to go if we become permanently disabled. Just as a side note, btw, lecture's haven't even BEGUN. Pretty crazy, I know.

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to cut this short. The sheer physical exhaustion that I feel right now can only be expressed by the fact that I cannot spend any more time writing about the last few days because of how tired I am. I must conserve my sparse energy for the long haul tomorrow when lectures begin at 8:30AM sharp!.