Saturday, May 12, 2007
It happened again! I just talked to another classmmate that I have brushed past for two years, but never stopped to talk to. Sitting here at Barnes & Noble, he came over to ask if I'm studying for Step I already (no, of course... I'm reading cookbooks for inspiration). What is it about the end of the year that makes us approach familiar strangers? No wonder people say to live each day as if it were your last... imagine what we could accomplish!
One of the few things that makes me feel like a grown up is going to a real domestic store -- William Sonoma, Pottery Barn, Bombay Furniture… When I buy a dark brown, wooden-grained, oversized square platter, it seems as if I'm tending to the little details in life, such as how its pointed corners, curving abruptly upward, will add a fine touch to my night stand.
And it did.
This morning I bought my first jewelry box. Finally, one place for all the pretty silver and copper that I never wear. All the tiny pendants that hold more nostalgia than accessorizing value. No more opening a million little boxes when I miss my senior ring from high school, or the soft gold loops that are so worn they have becomes angled instead of circular.
This is the end of my second year, the "M" in the "MD". I get exactly 48 hours off then on to Step I. I baked a red velvet cake yesterday, then went to a quaint French Restaurant, all in the company of friends that have defined my second year more than pharmacology or clin path ever could. No more classes, no more exams. Different rotations at different times next year mean a dinner like this last dinner will be few and far in between. But then again, those are the best... absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
11:38 am Saturday morning. My 48 hrs slipping though the hour glass.
And it did.
This morning I bought my first jewelry box. Finally, one place for all the pretty silver and copper that I never wear. All the tiny pendants that hold more nostalgia than accessorizing value. No more opening a million little boxes when I miss my senior ring from high school, or the soft gold loops that are so worn they have becomes angled instead of circular.
This is the end of my second year, the "M" in the "MD". I get exactly 48 hours off then on to Step I. I baked a red velvet cake yesterday, then went to a quaint French Restaurant, all in the company of friends that have defined my second year more than pharmacology or clin path ever could. No more classes, no more exams. Different rotations at different times next year mean a dinner like this last dinner will be few and far in between. But then again, those are the best... absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
11:38 am Saturday morning. My 48 hrs slipping though the hour glass.
Monday, May 07, 2007
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