An Exotic Place

November 16, 2017


Professor: “Anybody going to an exotic place over the break?”

Me: “My bed.”

Shadowing at Two Clinics

November 24, 2018

Plastic surgery (mainly cosmetics) vs Neurology

  • The plastic surgery does not take insurance, so the people that come in tend to be middle to upper class.
  • The plastic surgery people seem to be happier with their living conditions. At the neurology clinic, these people have chronic conditions and generally come in for more medication or testing.
  • Since the neuro clinic takes insurance (medicaid and others), the people there tend to be of lower class and work blue collar jobs.
  • Those with insurance have to wait for the next months or year in order to get new equipment for their conditions.
  • Appearance has more emphasis at the plastic surgery place.
  • The cases seen at the neurology clinic tend to be sadder since it is chronic conditions or having some issue with limbs or not sleeping well.

Acceptance of being Average

March 11, 2018

In response to my earlier blog post, I’ve come to realize something. No matter how average I am, I still want to be able to leave an impact. It doesn’t have to be grand; I don’t have to a news story on me that talks about my accomplishments. I just want to be able to live a life that I’m happy with where the good outweighs the bad, where I am able to leave something tangible or intangible for the people I leave behind when it is time for me to leave this world. All that matters is that I try my best. If my best came out to give me average results in comparison to everyone else, that’s ok.

Am I Working Hard Enough?

February 28, 2018

Even though I study hard in my standards, it is still not enough. I fear that I’m not cut out for what I want or am suppose to be. I’m reminded of a passage in the Bible (Matthew 6:25-34) that talks about not worrying because God provides. But I am still worried that I will not make it in life. I think the phrase “not good enough” has dominated my entire life. I am prone to comparing myself with other people, and I know that’s not fair to myself. Someone told me that it’s not right to compare one’s bad parts to another person’s good parts. But I feel that my good parts do not even compare to someone’s bad parts. My “good” is not good enough, and I feel that it will never be.

First Semester of College as a Freshman

December 15, 2017

My first taste of college has been an eventful ordeal.┬áMy sleep schedule is whack; my eating habits aren’t the healthiest; my grades could be higher. I’ve met a lot of people, shoved way too many people into my car, and have become more social. There are mistakes that happened along the way and boundaries have been pushed such as how late can I stay up and still wake up in time for class. But what’s important is that one learns from these different experiences, learn from them, and move forward.

Everything has its time and season, and sometimes it’s just best to look back at the memories made, be a little nostalgic, but continue trucking along because the past has its place. All things happen for a reason, the good and the bad, and it’s what we do with these events that set us down the path we go. The past cannot be changed. Only the future can be manipulated.

This first semester has been a learning experience in a variety of ways, and there is still much to learn.