An. Artist's.Diary: The. Road. to. Surgery.
Art History remixed— Cuban-American artist Cesar Santos’s painting series, “syncretism” mixes iconic work by masters from Renaissance to Modernism: including works in the style of De Kooning, van Gogh, Goya, Michelangelo, Rothko and more.
Filled out all the quick parts of AMCAS. Going in to request my transcripts tomorrow, to be sent out and for myself to have in order to help with the coursework section (including transcripts from my community college, which I’m driving home to do…and to visit of course). Final grades came in, and hallelujah my GPA is finally at a 3.9 after my 3rd straight A semester (hallelujah again, seriously I need to get my ass to church). I finally got an mcat score I’m happy with so now all I need to do is make sure it wasn’t a fluke and to finalize my damn personal statement so I can hand it over to my letter writers and start pestering them. I swear I WILL hit that submit button by June 3rd. And AMCAS will have my letters by June 28th.
I need to keep repeating that so I make sure it happens.
BECAUSE IT WILL HAPPEN.
View Larger My dad once told me to never get upset, but never be satisfied. I remind myself of that daily in training and competition to keep things in perspective.
Kristin Reffett, CrossFit Nashville
First off, this picture was literally my life for four years. And while I’m glad that phase is over, I do love that quote. It really hits the spot for this final mcat study push. Today went very well. And now, to do it consistently…
May be nerdy but heck I gotta say it…Daenerys, Drogo would be so proud of your strength and I know that the dragons would’ve loved him too.
God I love this show.
(Source: euphoria1001)
Soooo…in my last post I said I was almost at my lost 10lbs mark…but I was honestly just guessing and “almost ten” was more like 7.5 or 8 in my mind but then I decided to actually weigh myself and I am 143.5, down from 153.2!!! 130…I’m coming for you ;)
View Larger So yesterday was Kristen’s graduation. This picture was her little brother Michael’s idea (the little one who looks like he’s gonna murder me). The way her shoes are makes it looks like her ankles are broken…I promise they’re not. And in about 2 seconds her family was about to start yelling, “Your butt cheek Kristen! Your butt cheek is showing!!!” The pic is fuzzy, because my camera is super sensitive and you can’t even breath when you’re using it…alas all of the pictures others took with it are fuzzier than this. The angle is kind of awk…but hey that’s what dads are best at. Realizing I looked skinner I decided to weigh myself yesterday, and I am almost at the 10lb lost mark which is exciting because I did it the healthy way this time (cut out coffee creamer, Krishna lunch, cheese, bread, and lemon loaf from Starbucks over a 2 month period…because seriously I was lookin’ chubbs). Dinner was hilarious and I only have only optics left to review before I have everything memorized for the mcat and it’s May madness with practice exams for the next four weeks. I have four A’s thus far, and am just waiting on History so fingers crossed. People are graduating, a few of my friends got engaged, some of my cousins are getting married, and there were literally some tears in my eyes yesterday (along with the afterthought, “LOL people are getting married and I am going to be in school forever”). Work starts tomorrow. AMCAS opens Wednesday. I am ready. I am happy. And I love my friends & family.
A little whining, a lot of ranting.
So there are three programs at the Hospital that volunteer on both the peds and pediatric oncology floor. One of my roommates, when talking about the program that takes over at 6pm and is geared toward older teens informed me, “I was talking to this girl who is really passionate about Doctors having better interpersonal skills with patients, and shes in (said program’s name) and so she’s really all about it, you know.”
-Uhm, our programs do the same thing.
“But I thought she dealt more with kids who die. Like they have kids who actually die. “
No… we work on the same floor with the same kids, that program is just for the night shift.
“Oh I just thought they have kids who are in actual hospice situations you know.”
UGHHHH ARE YOU KIDDING ME….?
I don’t know why this offended me so much. But what the hell?
I don’t really understand why people don’t think I’m smart/competent in certain areas. Just because I don’t brag about my fucking self and about how awesome my interpersonal skills are and talk about my accomplishments all of the time. And just because I don’t think that being good at communicating automatically give me the fucking right to tell everyone else what to do, that means what? Medicine is all I think about every damn day. Every minute. I come home hysterically crying because a boy who literally was a part of my soul died and I had to hold it in all day and volunteer with all the other kids, you know the ones “in actual hospice situations” and you tell me, “I thought the other program was more geared towards dealing with kids who actually die.”
I go on a service trip and I have to sit there and listen to everyone rag on how the annoying the pre-meds at this school are, and how none of them have a personality. Then they see my tattoo and my paintings and all of the sudden I’m cool enough for them. At dinner someone says they want their nipple pierced. I reply that it doesn’t hurt you should do it! “WHAT!!! BUT YOU’RE PRE MED?!!!”
Excuse me, but I didn’t know the two were correlated.
The civil engineering major guy tries to push me around and tell me how to paint a wall…until he realizes that I flawlessly paint the ceiling edges and can switch hands…you know BECAUSE I CAN USE BOTH HANDS WHEN I PAINT.
“Uhm Jenn make sure on the ceiling you’re going as far back as you can with each stroke.”
To which I finally have to reply, “If one more fucking person tries to tell me what to do…”
And guess what? After that no one else tried to tell me how to paint.
Then they get a look at my art and realize I’m the only person with steady hands and omg Jenn come here and touch this up!
I have no idea what it is about me that makes people think I’m not intelligent until I prove it.
One of my roommates needs help with English grammar and she goes and knocks on the door of my other roommate who is in bed to ask for help when I’m sitting on the couch and can answer grammar questions in THREE DIFFERENT LANGUAGES.
I mean, by all means, it’s less work for me but do I have a face that says, “Hey I’m Jenn and I’m a fool, and I don’t know how to do anything and please give me your advice/opinion because I totally asked for it.”
Today
I am writing this damn paper. The whole thing. I am finishing it today. I like writing. I am good at writing. Why is anxiety over this paper such a problem right now?!
I am also going to finish memorizing the atomic and nuclear phenomena formulas for physics. I wrote another version of ze personal statement last night and I am itching to start filling out that AMCAS. This semester needs to end so I can hurry up and order my transcripts already because I am hitting that submit button on June 1st baby.
