How was school going? Well, she'd got her grades last week, and it wasn't irreparable. She'd done worse than she'd expected in Foundations of Clinical, but better than she'd dreaded in Anatomy, where against all odds she'd scraped through. She'd almost balanced it out by crushing Biochem, though the hit to her GPA had been noticeable enough to prompt a 'just checking in' email from the financial aid officer who administered her scholarship. It was still sitting in her inbox awaiting a reply, and the red dot indicating an unread message in her mail app glared at her accusingly every time she unlocked her phone.
Rosario wasn't gonna say any of that. "Yeah, I've just finished my first year. It's going good. I'm enjoying the challenge of it." It was only a little bit of a lie. Rosario did enjoy a challenge, taking apart the nitty gritty components of a problem and reassembling it in the most efficient way. It was what she liked most about Biochemistry. Less so in Foundations and Anatomy, where the problems involved were either fuzzy and subjective or squishy and congealing, but, you know, you didn't go to school to have fun.