Color coded chaos

Sarah showed up at 2pm with her entire highlighter collection and zero patience for my scattered note-taking system. Three hours later, my coffee table looks like a rainbow exploded on it and I finally understand why the brachial plexus isn’t just medical student torture.

Color coded chaos

Turns out Sarah’s color-coding method actually makes sense once you stop fighting it. Yellow for origins, green for insertions, pink for innervations. Who knew organization could be so… organized? We moved to the floor when Jake’s desk chair started squeaking every time I shifted to see her diagrams better.

Floor study session mode activated

She’s heading back to her place to quiz herself on the cardiovascular system, which apparently requires complete silence and no distractions. I’m staying here with my newly organized notes and trying not to mix up my color system before tomorrow’s exam. This might be the first time I actually feel prepared instead of just caffeinated.