Registered for the MCAT

Thanks to a post of a facebook friend who is also trying to register for the MCAT, I learned that, once again, I waited too darn long to get a viable test date in California. Wherps.

SO! Back to Oregon I go on April 22nd, 2014. But Eugene this time, not Portland. Gonna see if I can get a friend or two to make a road trip of it. HEY DAVID I'M LOOKIN' AT YOU.

Or I'll fly, but that would be 'spensive.

To bed with me. Goodnight, friends!

This was my day today.

I GOTTA GET A TRANSCRIPT

Boy do I not want to look at that puppy. Can you imagine what your transcript would look like if it was a puppy? I have some friends (read: one friend in particular) who would be a pure bred golden retriever but mine would be more, well, interesting. There'd be like a couple golden retriever patches of hair and differently sized legs, and I just do not know.

TWO POSTS. ONE NIGHT. CAPS LOCK. YEAH.

Getting the Band Back Together

One of my very best friends in the whole world came up with that post title and I liked it. David is that friend.

I'm applying to medical school again in June, take two, and why start a whole new blog when it's an extension of the same story? Anyway, this is mostly just to get me to actually start the dern thing - I've been trying to figure out how to do my first post back and establish what I'm doing and where I'm going with itblahblahblah.

So, forget all that anxiety stuff and just hello! It says I have eight subscribers so at least eight people will be getting this post in an email, or at least I think that's how it works.

I flew back this afternoon from Boston where I was attending the Annual Meeting and Exposition of the American Public Health Association (APHA for short), and it's always hard to not feel small when you're flying over entire cities and thinking about how many people are down there being lit by those lights that you don't know and will probably never meet. It makes the idea of being important at all seem futile. But it also reminded me that nothing is ever accomplished alone. Working at FoodCare has helped clarify for me that I want to be a champion of community and individual health and use the skills I believe I have as a motivator/leader/getting-people-to-work-together-toward-a-common-goal person to cause some population-level change. I know that I'll never be able to do that alone, and that's wonderful.

I guess I do want to say that the focus this time around will be much more broad. Not just some first-hand account or resource for wayward internet pre-meds but really (hopefully*, I tend to let myself down when it comes to big blog dreams) just a tracking of my thoughts on the journey. Because writing is therapeutic in its own right.

Thought 1: scary. Again. But exciting. Again. But more. That's not an again thing. The drive and the focus are new and powerful, and I'll get specific about that later (maybe. I'm really trying to go easy on the blog promises). For now, I'm going to finish this episode of Scrubs (the 100% most accurate representation of what working in medicine is really like, as everyone knows) and then go to sleep because jet lag is a thing. And taking care of myself is good.