Tag: medical school
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that little space
That little space Between my eyes Is the place That grows the most tired At the end Of a 12 hour shift. Lovingly, I press That little space. That little space Between us Is the space That I always want To fill in. Lovingly, I come closer To share That little space. That little space…
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focus
I promise that I get inspired to write by more than what comes to me during yoga. But lately, the messages I need have come to me during this time, and I can’t help but share in case they resonate with you. I’ve been very open about the stress that happens in medical school (surprise!).…
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Un-feel
Their faces fell with the setting sun falling over the Charles, tumbling, plunging, sinking, I saw their hearts fall, as I stood there. That big bold sun, shining brightly, unashamedly, as if no cares in the world, right outside the gray concrete walls in their new hospital home, taunted them with beauty As they hear…
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silence
As I sit in the silence of the morning–flooded by light–I think about the silence filling the world. Silence that sifts through hospital rooms, behind masks and shields, greeting those are ill. The silence that fills the space where family should be, normally would be–now empty space reserved for a time in the future, a…
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the hope of healing
As I reflect over the past six months on learning to become a doctor, I think of how my perspective of illness has shifted. As a healthcare worker, you see people at their most vulnerable, when they are in the greatest need. Yet throughout illness, each patient retains their identity as someone who exists outside…
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little inconveniences
Drip drop, drip drop. I’ve heard it a million times from a million people before. “Oh, there it is again, the stupid sink dripping water all night long, waking me up in the middle of the night, keeping me where I can’t sleep. I’ll ask him to fix it but he’ll probably forget, or when…
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identity
What if your identity Is not found in the big city But in a small town Where few people are brown or black But mostly different shades of white And every day the sun shines down as they Continue to fight the good fight To pay the bills And maybe some buy the pills Just…
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the free
Piece by piece We build the wall That works to separate us all From those who have from those don’t From those who can to those who won’t. We throw our words around like flames That scar and burn but mostly blame Because those who won’t just steal from me And those who don’t just…
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values collection
Sometimes we must make big decisions in our lives. I hate these times. I’m horrible at making big decisions, or small decisions for that matter. I’m clearly not a very decisive person. I tend to change my mind often, and I’m easily convinced by someone who has a good argument. A part of this is…
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dream big
Reader, I did it. I got into Harvard Medical School. This isn’t a post about the hours I poured over biochemistry pathways or the different immune cells. It isn’t about my boyfriend, Avery, who made quotes for me to read every day I studied for the MCAT. It isn’t even about my gratitude for my…
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