Old School

Regardless of the environment or task there will always be both old school and new school. Regarding the Coast Guard, old school is the day before you joined and new school is the day after you joined.

Today, Mr. C lecturing without gloves and touching a cadaver with his bare hands while explaining the etiology of a simple pneumothorax was most definitely old school. He wipe the end of his nose and then touch the specimen again... an action that horrified me. Would I touch a dead person's lung without gloves? no. Would I touch a living person's lung without gloves? no. I am new school and happy for it. In the same breath, thank you for you crusty, old, old-schoolers, without your adventure and ingenuity... we would not know about communicable diseases and the need for gloves (amongst other things), thank you.

A Brief Period

I have thought and felt many things for a brief period of time-- happiness, sadness, laughter, love, pride, etc.

I thought I could be an artist for a while and I suppose in many ways, I still want to feel that way. I love to draw and have even at times thought that I was good at it. I have a favorite poet and author but I assume that is not enough to be a true artist.

Often I have felt that things would change in an allotted period of time, as if it were a time issue and not that my priorities were maladjusted at the time that I couldn't find time to do the things that I would do if I had had time at that time. I think the sixth time was an overuse but I wanted to squeeze another into that last ramble.

Today, as with many other days before, I pledge to make time for the things that I want and need to do now, today. 

Houston Astros

I went with Jay to the Astros game the Friday before semester break. We spent a couple joyous hours driving to Houston joking about the endless fields, flat land, poor radio stations and brief thoughts of falling off the edge of the world once we left town.

I cheered for the SF Giants. They lost. Unbelievable.

I refused to sing the Texan pride song which immediately following the 7th inning stretch and actually lasted an out or two into the game. Oh, Texas....

The Debt.

Going to see the debt tonight with Jessica from class.  We learned a little bit about medical research in different classes-- medical history, medical ethics and medical law. 


I hope the film is good. 

Line.

There is not a book that tells you when to stop. When to tap out and leave the game, whatever game that may be. In some ways, we search our whole lives attempting to figure out which battles to fight, which hills to die on, and when to turn the other cheek.

Many poets, songwriters and lovers tell endless stories about the struggle between the 'heart' and the mind. Many lives were lived focusing on satisfying one over the other. Romeo, Juliet, Hitler, Spartans and Martin Luther King, Jr. But where was the line that they found... where is that spot in the sand... when was the moment that they decided they needed to stop? and why?

I think it is possible to spend your entire life loving somebody who does not even know you exist-- hello, have you ever heard a country song?!

Seriously though... where is that line? How many times can a person be shrugged off before they stop attempting to be a friend?

Playing 2nd

It felt oddly familiar, like the smell of your mother's perfume coming from a stranger on the bus. Sure, I was not the best second-baseman who ever took the field but I made a couple of safe plays and was proud of our first victory this season. There is something to be said about remaining classy when given the opportunity to exploit a situation. In general, the ability to refrain from exploiting others distinguishes good and evil. On the softball field, it separates fun and misery.

I appreciate the other team for their ability to remain classy while we were down players. Sure, in the end, a little exploitation, a couple extra stolen bases when playing against a team with a limp, would have flipped the score and they could have walked away with the better record, but instead they walked away with pride.

After all, softball really is not all that important... especially when playing in the super social league during 105 degree heat.

ADORABLE

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