It was with this fun filled attitude that I undertook my studying for my Pharmacokinetics exam last week (and yes it is just as difficult a class to understand as it is to try and pronounce). I was having some serious trouble understanding the basic concept of hepatic clearance and how it affected drug concentrations in your body. In “easy” terms I was trying to understand how your liver gets rid of drugs and how this process is affected by how much blood is flowing there. To make matters even trickier, drugs can be bound to proteins in your blood that affects if your liver can get rid of the drug at all. Are you thoroughly confused? Now you know how I was feeling!
So there I was, stuck in hepatic clearance wasteland not knowing what was going on. Then, the “epiphany” occurred. I was reading in my “Pharmacokinetics Made Easy Book” and I read that in a “high clearance” drug the drug is literally ripped away from a protein and it hit me: it was just like when I eat my favorite guiltily pleasure ,chicken wings. You see, I am the “high clearance” liver, the chicken wing is a highly bound drug to protein, and I being the highly efficient machine I am rip the meat (aka drug) from the bone (protein). Viola! I am full, er, I mean clearance happens!
Alas, after much struggle, I had related one of the most difficult concepts in Pharmacokinetics to the simple (albeit delicious) act of eating chicken wings. My analogy was able to help several other people in class understand, or, at the very least, get a hearty chuckle. In any case, I was able to lighten the mood for everyone else, and made life a lot easier for me as remembering hepatic clearance was as simple as understanding how I go about attacking a 25 wing sampler from Wild Wings. I feel like the test went all right, but for some reason, by the end of it, I was really hungry. How could that be? Take care!
]]>It was a typical racquetball Monday as I met my normal playing partner, Nima, at 5 down at Strom for some good exercise playing the game we enjoy. However, about 10 minutes into our first game, we noticed a couple of guys decked out head to toe in E-Force racquetball gear. They were looking for a court and setting up a table. Needless to say a little of my attention was paid to them instead of to my opponent. This lack of focus was reflected in me being on the losing end of the final score.
When the game was over, we got out of the court and struck up a conversation with the two strangers. It turns out they were members of the South Carolina Racquetball Association and they were here at USC to put on a clinic! Neither Nima nor I had heard anything about it. It was just luck that had brought us there at the same time.
We played one more game before the clinic got going. There were about 8 guys there to learn the fundamentals of the game. I thought that I was a pretty seasoned player, but even these guys had a few pointers to fix in my swing to improve my game. Along with the swing fixes, they showed a couple of drills to help me practice my new swing fundamentals. Not too shabby for a clinic I had no idea was even going on!
This night ahd just gotten a whole lot better! From a chance encounter leading to some instruction to possibly getting a USC racquetball team going! My dreams of collegiate athletics could still come true. Hopefully, he will follow through on his suggestion and next semester we will have our own Gamecock Racquetball Club team! Stay tuned and take care!
Sunday (yes I know, it was like 5 days ago, but it has been a bear keeping up with things here!) was the first intramural game of the season for the “Sultans of the South.” Actually, it was supposed to be our second, but the first one was called on account of the lights not turning on. Our team is a tight knit bunch that has been together for four years and we have had some pretty doggone good success over the years.
So, expectations were high starting another season in the Co-ed League. Unfortunately, our all-star shortstop, Chad (a fellow Arizonan!) graduated in the spring, so we had to find a replacement. Brad’s friend Henry was a baseball player in high school, and so we decided to pick him up to fill the gap at shortstop for the time being (it will actually be for the WHOLE season after his solid performance Sunday) and for some reason this made me think I had to move our lineup around. So, instead of having Brad in his traditional spot on the mound for us, I put myself there and moved him to leftfield. I don’t know if you have heard the term “overcoaching” used before, but let me explain what transpired next.
Over the first two innings, after a tizzy of line drives, missed ground balls, and a few dropped flies in left where Brad was playing, the mighty Sultans were down 9 runs! Things were looking grim for us, and after the second inning, Brad suggested we switch back, move him to pitcher, and have me back out in left field. One scoreless inning later and I was ready to step down and anoint Brad the Coach.
Despite our change of fortunes in the field, we couldn’t seem to put the bat on the ball well, and had not scored a run after two innings for a score of 9-0. I was leading off in the bottom of the third, and was just trying to hit the ball hard and get on base somehow so that if by some great fortune someone ELSE could get a hit, we might actually be able to score a run! Well, I went up to the plate nice and relaxed and saw the pitcher go into his motion. With my eyes focused squarely on his right hip I saw the ball come out of his hand and on the inside of the plate. I gave it a good swing, nothing too hard, and saw it rocket out towards right field. As I always do, I hustled out of the batters box with my eyes on a double and maybe even a triple. At full speed, I reached second and heard “slow down!” from somewhere. I then finally looked up and saw the umpire giving the “home run” signal. I had done it! I had hit my first homerun!
I guess that we all were riding high off that shot, because we scored 9 more runs after that and never looked back the rest of the game! It was an incredible comeback win for the Sultans! On top of the great victory, I had finally broken through with my first homerun! Will I be looking to add to my total? Not likely. I wouldn’t want to get “home run happy” now would I? That is the report for now sports fans! Take care and remember it only takes one swing to knock one out of the park!
]]>To get to the end, you have to start from the beginning. Pretty simple concept, and to arrive at this title, I had to start somewhere. That “somewhere” started when I began studying for my pharmacology test this past weekend (when I wasn’t running through mud that is!). A very wise person once told me that I have to have fun while I study. Seems impossible I know, but I wholeheartedly agree, and have tried to adapt that idea as my “philosophy of studying.”
Before you begin to say that studying can never be fun, I want to assure you that I DON’T enjoy spending the majority of my time studying. However, it is simply the reality of the situation that I face almost daily, so I might as well make the most of my time. Also, there are little quirky ways to make studying more fun, and EASIER too! My 8th grade science teacher was great at making little jokes during class that helped ideas and information stick, plus they made us laugh. He made a great point when he asked us to recite our favorite comedians best jokes. No problem right? I can bust out with literally hours of Mitch Hedberg, Dane Cook, and Bryan Reagan jokes. Right off the top of my head. No problem. Why? Because they are funny, so I remember them!
So, let us just take this concept back to other day when I was studying pharmacology. I was having a devil of a time remembering the “parenteral amide local anesthetics” and so I tried to come up with a device of remembering them. So, when they are in alphabetical order, the first letter of each drug is the first letter in “But everyone loves my pet rock.” Silly? Yes. Corny? You betcha. Effective? Most definitely.
Such is my story of how that title was coined and how it hopefully helped me pass my pharmacology test (I’ll stay tuned for those results at a later date). No matter what the grade, I was able to make studying fun and effective with a simple phrase. Take that to heart the next time you are having trouble memorizing something. It may help you, and who knows, you may actually have fun doing it!
]]>Anyways, yes, about all the dirt this weekend. In all actuality, “this weekend” goes all the way back to August (August is considered “all the way back” since it is nearly October!) when Katie, a P3, asked if I wanted to do the “Mud Run.” I was quite perplexed as to what this “Mud Run” entailed, although the title gave me a pretty good idea of what I could expect. She went ahead and described it as 4.2 mile obstacle course/run through mud, with more than 30 obstacles in the way. How could I say no? Actually, it took a little persuading on her part, but I decided to go out on a limb and go for it.
So this weekend was the run itself, and our team consisted of myself, Katie, Danielle (another P3) and her boyfriend. I made sure to pick out my worst shoes, a shirt I no longer wanted, and my worst pair of gym shorts and headed out to the National Guard base where the Marines had so kindly put together the course. The excitement was high, and I will admit, I was a little nervous if I was going to be able to hang for 4.2 hard miles, but our time came up, and off we went jogging straight ahead and around the first corner into…the unknown!
That “unknown” became “known” within about 200 yards when we came to a 6 foot concrete drop that we had to slide down, and then help the other team members come down. Next was 6 feet up with the same teamwork. Down the side of a steep hill and over some concrete pipes later and we came to the 20 foot high wood obstacle that required climbing, going over, and then coming down. It was at this point things get a little blurry as my natural fear of heights, exhaustion, and mud covered eyes made things pretty hazy for a couple of miles.
Aside from the intense physical demands, the race offered up several opportunities to display teamwork. From cheering each other on, to encouraging one another to get up that last hill of mud, or lending a helping hand, the quality of teamwork was stressed throughout the run. The teamwork was so great, in fact, that participants were helping those that weren’t even on their own teams!
The end of the race came when three team members had to carry the fourth on a stretcher for the final 100 meters or so. Katie got the call to lie down while the three of us ran her across the finish! By the time we crossed that line, we had mud EVERYWHERE, bruises, scratches, and some great memories from a difficult but fun afternoon. I will admit that I am even looking forward to it next year! As for now, I think I need to go buy some more q-tips to get that dirt out of my ears! Take care!
]]>When I was home in May doing my pharmacy rotation, I went and checked out a baseball game. It was a pretty typical night for me. Noting crazy, just catching a little hardball on a sweltering Tucson summer night. While I was down at the field, I ran into a guy I played baseball with in high school, Jake. Well, to be more accurate, our playing days began way back in little league. So, as you can see, we have some history, and I hadn’t seen him since I graduated in 05’ and it was great to catch up with him and see how he had been enjoying his college life at Northern Arizona University. Anyways, when the game ended, we went our separate ways, end of reunion.
Let’s fast forward to the beginning of this year when I was out at the back to school ice cream social event for the student organization, Hillel. I was kind of making the rounds when I ran into Sharon, a girl I had helped at orientation a couple of summers ago. As often happens when we return to school, the subject of “how summer vacation” was discussed. I explained my time working in the pharmacy for my rotation, then working in the pharmacy to pay bills, it was a very pharmacy intensive summer recap. She told me about her trip to Israel when it seemed a light bulb went off in her head.
Sharon immediately mentioned that she had met someone from Arizona on her trip to Israel. She said that there was a group from Northern Arizona University as well, and she had gotten talking with one of the guys. She mentioned she went to USC and he said that HE knew someone that had gone to USC as well. They waited a moment, and then said, “Cory Jenks!?” It was almost the same moment that had occurred earlier in the summer with my friends in Spain! I can only assume the next few minutes were sent singing the praises of yours truly, but seriously, what are the odds?
So there you have it: two countries, two chance meetings, and two times that Cory Jenks has made an impact around the globe! How about that? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my stories of international fame. Are you impressed? I sure hope so! Take care!
]]>A lot of milestones bring with them sappy, overdone tributes that look back at the past. Others, like television shows celebrating certain milestones, just take the lazy route and use clips from their previous episodes leading to their milestone. I think I’ll go ahead and be lazy and take the “montage” approach.
Although I say this is MY 200th, I have to admit that it has been OUR journey. I have written them, but you all have followed my trip through college via my blogs. Where have we gone? Well, way back in 06’ you heard about when baseball’s Hit King Pete Rose called me out when he came to campus to speak to us. You were there when my friend Jenna surprised my for my 20th birthday (what a way to get me out of my teens!).
Moving on to 2007, I shared with you my love of the (now defunct) Banana Pudding Wednesdays and you were there when I got “The Call” saying had been admitted to pharmacy school. We have shared the thrill of victory when we won our intramural basketball championship and you felt the agony defeat (several times) when we were unable to bring in the intramural softball crown (or racquetball, or flag football, or basketball...again).
We took a fun vacation to Chicago, and saw Wrigley Field for the first time. There was the excitement of starting pharmacy school, and the harsh reality of all the work that came with. We took a trip to Virginia for Thanksgiving, and got stuck in Houston for 5 hours on our flight back home to Arizona. Then we learned about Nuclear Pharmacy (and how to pronounce it) and to also make friend with federal prosecutors that you play racquetball against.
So we are here, now, at the start of a new school year, blog number 200 and going strong! Thanks for sharing all the time with me, and here’s to many more! And as always…take care!
]]>In case I have let it slip and not told you, I am from a faraway state known as “Arizona” where there is no grass, the green on trees is found on their trunk (google “Palo Verde tree”), and the rivers contain no water. Despite my efforts, it appears I have left some sort of mark on the folks back there because they seem to remember me a little bit for some reason. Anyways, I realized my international celebrity status this summer when my well-traveled friend Jenna was spending her time abroad in Spain. I had just arrived home from work when I saw a message on my phone. I picked it up and proceeded to hear the most interesting/exciting message in the history…of the world!
Apparently, my current awesome USC friend Jenna had met a couple of girls in Spain at a restaurant. Nothing spectacular right? Well, as the conversation continues and Jenna learns that Jodi and Melanie are students at Arizona State University. Jenna says, “How weird, I have a friend at USC from Arizona, but he was from Tucson and he played baseball in high school etc. (and by etc I am sure much more glowing facts about her AWSOME friend Cory). Jodi and Melanie look at each other and proceed to explain that THEY had a friend in high school back in Tucson who also played baseball and went to USC. They then asked, and I am not even kidding, “Are you friends with Cory Jenks!?”
Needless to say the following scene was pretty exciting indeed. I mean what are the odds: two people whom I went to high school with…in Arizona running into my friend from here in South Carolina. Oh ya, and said meeting to place in SPAIN! I will tell you what the odds are: pretty high when you consider what a national and INTERnational celebrity I truly am. I can only assume that the next several minutes were full of more glowing praise for yours truly.
Unfortunately I was at work and was not able to take Jenna’s phone call, and had to hear about this afterwards via Jenna. Despite getting the play by play at a later date, it doesn’t take away from my INTERnational fame if you ask me. As amazing as this meeting of Cory’s friend was, it was not the only time it happened during the summer. That story deserves another blog for another day, so you will just have to wait in anticipation for my next tale of INTERnational fame! Adios and take care!
]]>You may be wondering what the end of the “grace period” really means for us as students. Well, first and foremost the professors who have been taking it a little easy on us as we got settled in and used to their polices and styles will be turning up the dial next week on their lectures to make up for lost time caused by taking classes a little bit easier in the first week. They may also start pulling a few things out of their “bag o’ tricks” so to speak and hit us with some unusual quizzes, unexpected material or any number of other surprises. While it may seem unfair or harsh to us, after a week of dusting off the rust of summer, it is time to get back into the full swing of things.
Although this harsh return may seem a little bit unnerving, I am quite used to it, seeing as how this is my FOURTH year here and all! It just means that I have to put down the “Welcome Back Ice Cream, Pizza (or any other welcome back treat for that matter)” and pick up my notebook and kick myself into a higher gear. I mean, I have been “getting back into the swing of things” for a week and a half now, so I should be all set to take whatever those pharmacy school professors can dish out at me.
Although seeing the “Grace Period” drift off into the sunset like so many a summer day is not the most fun experience in the world, I guess that we all are here at “school” for a reason, so I best be getting back to what I came here to do. So it is off to the library, or the Bookstore, or wherever else I can find a comfy place to study so that when test time comes, I can show some that I have broken free of the “Grace Period” and can show some “grace under pressure” on their exams! Take care!
]]>I guess for me , those aren’t quite enough moments because I really like sunshine, and basking in its warm glow of “fame.” Lucky for me on Thursday, our Gamecock football squad was taking on NC State in the first game of the year on ESPN, and those fine folks from Bristol, CT have a way of getting rowdy fans on TV. So, with our Gamecocks up 34-0 just a few seconds away from victory (47 to be exact) in the 4th quarter, I noticed a cameraman standing in the aisle right next to me. I didn’t think too much of it, I mean he could have been working for the school, his camera could have been off, the possibilities are literally endless!
As I said, I didn’t think too much of it, until few seconds later when he had left and I received a text message from a friend saying “Cory, I just saw you on ESPN!” Alas, I had arrived! It was time for a few more seconds to tick on my 15 minutes of fame! I immediately called home to ask if Mom and Dad had seen their baby boy’s face plastered all over national TV, and they had! Although they wanted to know why they didn’t receive a shout out. They had even recorded the game so as to preserve my moment of fame!
Perhaps you saw me at home too, check out the :47 second mark in the 4th quarter. I have on a backwards hat, a garnet Under Armour shirt, and a grin! Needless to say this made my night, that and the fact that we took care of the Wolfpack pretty handily! Anyways, I have to go, my phone’s ringing, and I am pretty sure it’s my agent. Since my spot on TV, the offers from Hollywood have been non-stop! Take care!
]]>Don’t get me wrong. These are some pretty good people (don’t you just love those descriptive adjectives!) that I speak of, but for some reason they didn’t make me feel very welcome at all. I suppose I should just go ahead and put this little blog into some context that you have a chance of actually understanding.
Let us travel back to last spring. The year was 2008. The month was March/April”ish”. It was my third year of college, and I was taking advantage of the fantastic intramural program we have here. I was doing my best to make the trip up the racquetball “ladder”. My athletic journey was going well. So well in fact that I was in the semifinals of the racquetball ladder where I was pitted against Stoyan, a graduate student from Bulgaria. He stood between myself and the finals, and I was not going to yield. After a couple of quick sets, I was the winner and in the finals!
Waiting for me there was my friend Charlie, who had taken the sport a mere year before in the spring of 2007. Seeing him in the finals just a year after beginning playing showed he obviously came a long way from when we first started playing. So far in fact that he beat me in the finals…but that’s just boring details. That’s the past and who wants to dredge that up.
Back to this week when I met Charlie and Stoyan for my “rude welcome back.” I had not had the chance to play any racquetball since I left Arizona back in the beginning of June, and despite continuing to work out over the summer, I was definitely NOT in racquetball shape. Any doubts I may have had were quickly erased by a 15-3 thrashing at the hands of good ol’ Charlie. He had me running all over the court, and by the time I was done, I was actually a little embarrassed and very happy to be over with our first match.Perhaps Stoyan, the one who I had actually BEAT in the playoffs would be an easier match. He asked how my first match with Charlie had gone, to which I replied, “He embarrassed me.” Stoyan simply said, “I’d like to do the same.” I think a little revenge was on his mind. Anyways, he got his “revenge” to the tune of a 15-4 shellacking at my expense. By the end of the matches, I was tired, sore, and downright frustrated at the prospect of a semester of racquetball like this!
Not to worry though sports fans! After my short walk back across the Assembly Street bridge to my apartment, I realized that they had been playing all summer while I had had no practice until a couple of days prior to our matches. I also looked back and realized the kind of player I know I am when I am in “shape.” So, I think I will take it a match at a time, remain calm, and maybe work in a lot of extra practice when I can! Until next time, I will try and get a little bit nicer welcome from the other people I haven’t seen all summer. Take care!
]]>I will get back to my drive in memory lane (which also happens to be the carpool lane, because who wants to sit in traffic when they are flying down memory lane?) in a bit, but I need to get to my trips up and down those stairs, as well as my awesome analogy. You see, getting people moved in is a lot like trying to win a baseball game. There is a saying that goes, “Get em’ on, get em’ over, and get em’ in.” This means that you want to get a person on base, advance them, and get them home to score. Things work a little like that while moving in, only its “Move em’ on, move em’ over, and move em’ in.” First we want to move students on campus by having them find the place where they need to be moving in. Then we want to move them over and signed in to receive their key. Finally, our goal is to get them and all of their belongings moved in.
Saturday worked out as well as could have been expected. The weather was not too hot, the spirits of everyone moving in was good, and everyone was very willing to help out. Personally, I was excited to get going on my third year as a member of the move in crew. I definitely put in some quality time in the fours hours we were allotted to help move in. I think I was sweating through my shirt within the first 10 minutes of schlepping personal items up what seemed like never ending stairs in Capstone. Along the way I met several very eager students, and what seemed like even more eager parents who I weren’t sure were more eager to get their students moved in, or to just be done with the stress of moving in!
Now it’s time to change lanes back to “memory.” By the end of my shift, things were slowing down a bit, and I was just about ready to leave when I got another blast from the past. I was looking at the folks moving in when I saw my roommate from freshman year! He was there with his family helping to move in a new generation, as his little brother is an incoming freshman. I made sure to help them move in (although the fact that he lived on the second floor certainly made my decision easier!). Helping them allowed me to get a little reminder of what I went through four summers with the same family. In the end it was a day of several trips, be it up the stairs or coasting down memory lane! Take care!
]]>Normally when a team goes on the road, you can expect the home team to have quite an advantage in the number of fans and the atmosphere it creates for the home team, much like when our Gamecocks play right here in Columbia at Williams Brice Stadium. However, these are the Chicago Cubs, and they tend to have crazy fans such as myself all across the country that will travel great distances to see our team play. This theory was proved correct when we stepped into the stadium and were awash in a sea of “cub blue” shirt, hats, and other such clothing. I mean, I was a little worried about wearing my Cubs gear in an opposing teams stadium, but I felt right at home there at “Wrigley Field South” or for those being “official” Turner Field. Not to mention I was able to add yet another Cub fan when I was able to convert Brad, usually a Cleveland Indians fan, into a Cub fan for the night and lent him my jersey!
Now, a trip to enemy territory would not be nearly as enjoyable if your team loses, then you just look silly having driving three hours to see your team lose and then have to endure the ribbing of the opposing fans. Lucky for me and the majority of the folks in the ballpark, we were treated to a fantastic game. The Cubs brought their heavy bats with them as they pounded out 11 runs, along with a couple of home runs that just missed us in our leftfield bleacher seats!
Despite all of those runs, it just wouldn’t be a Cub game if it had remained a simple blowout, no the Cubs had to make our lives miserable as they were able to give up 7 runs of their own. It all came down to a very tense/exciting 9th inning. The Cubs allowed a couple of men on base, but were able to shut down the Braves to get the win. With that 3rd out I reached into my pocket and pulled out my own personal Cubs “W” flag, with a white background and a blue W. This is the traditional flag that is flown after a win when they play at their home in Wrigley Field in Chicago. So, me and my “closest” friends made ourselves right at home, from the “Let’s Go Cub-ies” chants, to the roaring ovations for our boys in blue, and finally waving our own “W” flags! Sure, there were some pretty unhappy Braves fans, but they just couldn’t outdraw those of us who bleed that Cubby Blue!
By the end of the night, Brad, my aunt and uncle and I were all pretty exhausted, but it was worth it to take a fun trip to see a game with my FAVORITE team winning no less! However, with the end of that game, I was brought one day closer to close of summertime. So, I think I will go ahead and savor it while I can, and catch y’all later. Take care!
]]>Her house was about fifty miles across the North Carolina border, about forty five minutes away from Roanoke (which doesn’t mean much to my geographically challenged self but I thought I would fill you in either way) at a lovely little place known as Smith Mountain Lake. After a four and a half hour drive north from Columbia, I arrived at her house and was greeted by her after not seeing her since the semester ended in December due to her study abroad adventures.
Within twenty minutes of arriving we were out on her boat on the lake. For me, getting out on the water brings back a lot of fantastic memories from when I was a kid when we would go to the lake in Arizona (indeed there are bodies of water greater than the size of a pool out in the desert!). Within forty minutes they had me in the water and were towing me behind the boat on the tube. And within 41 minutes I was bobbing up and down in the lake after having fallen right off that tube!
Over the course of my time being there I became a regular boat expert. I quickly learned how to tie the knot to dock the boat, was jumping out onto the dock as we moved in, and I actually learned how to drive the boat one afternoon!. In addition to hanging out on the water, we took an afternoon and checked out the amazing National D-Day memorial in nearby Bedford, VA. It was truly a moving experience, and I was very impressed by the complex that the memorial was on. After our visit, we hit up a local Amish dairy and got some very tasty all natural ice cream. It was a perfect way to end a perfect day!
Aside from all of the fun, the great view and great friends really helped me unwind after an intense summer. I think I was also inspired to purchase a lake house and boat…in the future when I have, like, a job. Until then I will hold on to all of the fun times I had, and wait until the next time I can take that trip up north. I will also try to think of all of the fun instead of the impending school year. Take care!
]]>To top off the typical trouble with assembling, my father and I only had a limited amount of time before he and Mom were on a flight westbound for Tucson. So, we had to work quickly and efficiently. The main project was my new desk that also came with a file drawer and printer cart. We started out the project by getting out all of the different parts and I must admit I was a little overwhelmed, but we went ahead and took it step by step. In what seemed like no time at all we had the desk all put together, printer cart and all. Was it perfect? Not quite. The drawers don’t quite close right, and there is a hole that was drilled not quite where it should be, but it has our stamp of, how shall I say, “character.”
With the desk all finished, I had to take Mom and Dad to the airport to go home, but they left me with a new bag of tools and some knowledge of basic furniture assembly. They also left with a bookshelf that needed putting together, as well as a tall lamp that came in pieces. I set out right away on that book shelf, and I guess that experience paid off because I had that bookshelf up and running in no time.
I also mentioned that lamp. Although it seemed like the easiest item to assemble, it turned out to be a little trickier than I imagined. Lucky for me, I had my bag of tools handy and fixed the little issue in no time. Yes sir, I have become quite the handyman in the last few days. It also brings up a little hint as you may be packing to come on down in a few days. It may be a good idea to pick up an “all in one tool” that contains pliers, screwdriver, etc. all in the same tool. For someone living with limited space in the residence halls, it can be quite handy, and a great space saver too!
With all of this new handyman experience, will I be tackling all of the problems that pop up around the new pad? I think I may leave that to the professionals, but I can tighten a screw or hammer a nail with the best of them. Take care, and let me know if you need anything fixed or assembled around the house!]]>