Med school: check.
Unfortunately, for a school centered around, and focused on, international health our administrators have consistently shown us that they are both outdated and clueless as to what that means. I have not yet found the words to describe how incredibly frustrating that is. Last year’s speaker was painful - and offensive - if I had to pick one word to describe him it would be patriarchal.
I probably wouldn’t have even gone, but I wanted to support my peers, who often make up for what those “in charge” obliviously lack - plus I was selected to be one of the speakers myself. I am a student and I will be the very first to admit that I still have SO MUCH to learn. About everything. But I couldn’t sit down and let a bunch of wrinkly old men ruin my education and so, rather than getting pointlessly angry, I decided a while ago that I would take it into my own hands. If they wouldn’t give me the guidance I was looking for, I would find it my own damn self. And thus I found myself standing nervously behind a podium looking out over a sea of students and administrators.
I gave a talk on refugee medicine specifically focusing on several case reports to highlight the neglected public health and humanitarian issue of tuberculosis in unrecognized refugee populations within the state of Israel.
The keynote speaker gave the speech equivalent to those vomit-inducing photos of big white hands holding little black babies.
but not this year!
I’m not speaking this year. Not because I don’t have anything to say; I have lots to say. But because it’s someone else’s turn and because this year there isn’t as big of a void that needs filling. This year we have a keynote speaker who embodies the title educator. Robert Huish is one of the most dynamic, inspiring, challenging, intelligent, thought provoking, lecturer’s I have ever met or heard and I could not be more excited that he’s flying back across the globe to visit us again this spring.
We’ve been getting warnings of potential rockets/sirens all week from our administration. As of yet nothing’s reached our city. Plenty of “action” closer to the border, but nothing this far out. (we’re about 25mi from Gaza) Tonight my personal Israeli news source gently let me know that there may actually be sirens. And now, as I’m trying to study for my psych exam, the last test of my 3rd year of med school, I’m preoccupied with overanxious ears wondering if and when they’ll hear that godawful sound warning of incoming grad missiles. It’s gotten to the point where I find myself thinking, “will you just shoot them at us already?” The anxious anticipation of an expected maybe is just too much. I have so many mixed emotions about leaving this place for 8 months, but regarding this, well, yeah, regarding this, Tuesday morning can’t come soon enough.
or turn the Philippines into Argentina.
PHOTO OP: Wink
Via Dazzie D.
I’m not sure if it’s possible, when starting an email out, “With all due respect,” for the recipient to feel that you do, in fact, respect them. That being said, I’m not sure if I care. It’s hard to respect bureaucracy, particularly when they give off every impression that their job description includes putting up roadblocks to your personal happiness and professional success. Then again, the phrase does indicate that all “due” respect is given; it does not specify precisely how much respect is, in fact, due.
i’ve been pretty hermitted up trying my best to study my face off. every day, every hour, seems like a new struggle, but in some weird way i’m kind of enjoying it.
i really hope i am able to slay this beast. i motivate myself with thinking about how good that sense of accomplishment will feel. like in that shitty part of a run, when your mind tells your body that it should just quit because running is hard, but then, if you’re able to get past it, you find that beauty that only exists in that space, in a body in motion, muscles tired but strong, heart beat fast but steady, lungs expanding and contracting like a billow blowing air on a fire.
we have pediatrics surgery tomorrow, which means i need to actually leave my house. lame. i mean, cool, but also, lame.
Otis Redding I’m Coming Home
I am so excited right now I can’t even handle it. I just got approved for a hematology/oncology rotation in San Francisco. I’ll now officially be spending 2 months of next year working in hospitals within driving distance from my family. The jury is still out on the one I want most of all (fingers crossed!!) but still, I’m coming home. :]