Here’s what’s happened so far if you don’t care to read too
much. I’ve finished our last medical pharmacology exam (prior to the NBME) and
I’ve rounded out and finished Principles of Pharmacology! We still have our
other classes to go, but that’s one down. The NBME is quite the test, even with
the time that I have. Most of my time has been devoted to the MCAT which is steadfastly
creeping up [May 31st]. If you’re reading this as a prospective
student, I will go ahead and let you know there is adequate time to do both
this program and study for your exam!
As far as volunteering goes, I’ve spent most of my time at Goldring. My time is always rewarding in one way or another, but Goldring means a lot to me. I’ve written about what Goldring is, but not so much what it means to me. Let’s talk about my neighbor growing up. When I was a kid, she got sick. She came over less and less to my mother’s house and needed some support every now and then from her sons. My mom was the same way. Eventually, she lost her foot (big jump in the story obviously, and if you’re inept enough, maybe you can guess what gave her the amputation and my values for nutrition and food). See, the thing about food is that it’s one of the greatest joys in life, but at the same time, one of the most dangerous/beneficial things we toy around with in medicine. A little beside the point. In high school, I pretty much taught myself to cook. In fact, I found it to be one of the most relaxing things I could do. In college, I got exposed to the culture pot that it can be. See, I think, one of the best ways to experience a culture is food and one of the most beautiful things about food is that it brings people together (we all can agree over some food and you know it). Fast forward to when I’m a junior in college, I cook lunch for my mom and our neighbor. They enjoy it. Somewhere along the time I’m there my neighbor and I strike up a conversation about health. My mother likes to brag her son is studying to be a doctor (you know how moms are, clearly a little over exaggeration), but even I know that you must eat sort of healthy. When I ask her the naïve question about why she just didn’t eat a little healthier her response is what I’ve heard a lot: Too expensive and I really don’t know how to cook healthy like the doctor wants me to. That’s what I love about Goldring in a long, convoluted post. Here, I get the opportunity to participate in something I love to do and something that I am passionate about and that crossover gives me the ability to really help someone that might be just like my neighbor. Now, of course, this is New Orleans. I don’t claim to be some health saint with an 8 pack but being aware what food can do for me and do to me is quite something isn’t it.
In other news, Mardi Gras is here!! What a fun time.
February Service Hours: 15
Cumulative Spring Hours: 30
2018-2019: 63.5
As far as volunteering goes, I’ve spent most of my time at Goldring. My time is always rewarding in one way or another, but Goldring means a lot to me. I’ve written about what Goldring is, but not so much what it means to me. Let’s talk about my neighbor growing up. When I was a kid, she got sick. She came over less and less to my mother’s house and needed some support every now and then from her sons. My mom was the same way. Eventually, she lost her foot (big jump in the story obviously, and if you’re inept enough, maybe you can guess what gave her the amputation and my values for nutrition and food). See, the thing about food is that it’s one of the greatest joys in life, but at the same time, one of the most dangerous/beneficial things we toy around with in medicine. A little beside the point. In high school, I pretty much taught myself to cook. In fact, I found it to be one of the most relaxing things I could do. In college, I got exposed to the culture pot that it can be. See, I think, one of the best ways to experience a culture is food and one of the most beautiful things about food is that it brings people together (we all can agree over some food and you know it). Fast forward to when I’m a junior in college, I cook lunch for my mom and our neighbor. They enjoy it. Somewhere along the time I’m there my neighbor and I strike up a conversation about health. My mother likes to brag her son is studying to be a doctor (you know how moms are, clearly a little over exaggeration), but even I know that you must eat sort of healthy. When I ask her the naïve question about why she just didn’t eat a little healthier her response is what I’ve heard a lot: Too expensive and I really don’t know how to cook healthy like the doctor wants me to. That’s what I love about Goldring in a long, convoluted post. Here, I get the opportunity to participate in something I love to do and something that I am passionate about and that crossover gives me the ability to really help someone that might be just like my neighbor. Now, of course, this is New Orleans. I don’t claim to be some health saint with an 8 pack but being aware what food can do for me and do to me is quite something isn’t it.
In other news, Mardi Gras is here!! What a fun time.
February Service Hours: 15
Cumulative Spring Hours: 30
2018-2019: 63.5
