September 20, 2011

Avast!

It be talk like a pirate day, ye savvy?  The webs o' knowledge and book larnin' be tellin' me I were born to be called:



 

    My pirate name is:
   

 

    Mad Anne Flint    

 
 

    Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky.    Arr!
   

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Arrr.

September 15, 2011

Open letter to my classmates

Dear fellow med students,

Quit whining.

Seriously.  I understand, you're stressed, second year is full of BS stuff they make us do like sit in lectures run by bad teachers, but come on.  We got through first year just fine, and it was more of the same.  If anything, you should be more excited about this year, because we're finally learning useful material.

Oh, wait.  What's that?  You don't think we'll ever use this in the clinical setting?  Puh-lease.  Why do you think they make us learn it, then?  There's enough medical knowledge in the world that they're not going to waste our time on trivial information.  If they say you'll need to know it, I believe them.  They've been coordinating these courses for a long time now. 

If you don't like the way the lectures are run, don't come to class.  I get it, not everybody learns well by being in class.  You probably think you already understand all of this stuff, so you don't feel like you're getting anything useful out of being in class.  Well, that's great.  I'm happy for you.  But quit coming to class and making snarky comments that make it hard for me to hear the lecturer.


And another thing.  Lay off Pathways.  I get it, you think they're a waste of time and you wish we could be learning things in class instead.  But you know you would only complain about those extra lectures and how the test is going to be so much harder.  The reason they have Pathways is to make sure you're able to pursue the parts of medicine that excite you.  Quit complaining, because they are GIVING YOU A GIFT: the chance to keep yourself sane and interested in medicine and protected time (and basically, a reward in the form of credit) for doing so.

I am generally a positive person, but the more I hear you whining about how hard you think this year is, about how stupid that test question was, or about how BS it is that we have to sit in a lecture about lung sounds--you're really bringing me down.  Like, you're seriously affecting my morale. 

So, I'll say it again.  Quit whining.

September 11, 2011

"The Laughing Heart" by Charles Bukowski

A friend of mine shared this youtube video on google reader: it's a short animation accompanying Tom Waits reading this awesome poem by Charles Bukowski.




"The Laughing Heart" by Charles Bukowski (poem found here)

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.


***

I really like this, especially the last three lines. Such a nice mantra to remember when times are tough.

September 10, 2011

Library picnic

Somehow, the sky is inevitably perfectly blue, the grass and trees are impeccably green, and the sun is shining benevolently on Milwaukee whenever we have to study for exams.

PB&J, veggies and dip, grapes, chips & salsa...hooray for library picnics!  At least there are windows here (unlike the study rooms, which are dungeons on the second floor).  A little Amos Lee on Pandora and I'm ready to spend the afternoon here, only occasionally gazing wistfully out at a beautiful Saturday.

September 6, 2011

There's a briskness in the air

The past two nights, I've slept with all my covers pulled up to my chin.  With the window open, it's just cold enough to want to snuggle up into my comforter, which is just how I like to go to bed.  Somehow, July and August tricked me into thinking that Wisconsin could be warm forever...but this weekend proved me wrong.  There's a cool thrill in the air and the smells have switched from fecund summer to crisp autumn.

Fall is definitely my favorite season.  I can't wait for apples and cider and apple butter and warm pumpkin dishes and soups and stews and baking bread so the oven warms up the kitchen. I can't wait to wear a hoodie and jeans every day and I love showing off the beautiful scarves and mittens my mom has knitted me.

September 5, 2011

Ouch

Sometimes, the truth is a slap in the face.  When a friend tries to do you a favor and play the mirror, to reflect your blind spots back to your gaze--that's when your cheek stings with the salt of honesty in the wound.

Nothing like someone who's heard it all before to bring you crashing back down to reality.