Lisa and I went to a reception, yesterday evening, for students who'd landed summer fellowships at a particular hospital in Boston. (Yeah us!) It wasn't formal, so I wore a crimson cropped sweater, a beige circle skirt (with pockets!) and beige Sarto soft-leather ballet flats.
I've disparate feelings in these situations. I was excited - this was a goal I needed to achieve - that next notch - my mom might even smile.
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anais, I often review sections of ‘Skandalaki's Surgical Anatomy.' while working at falling asleep. Great reading! ! I think God supposedly had angels handle the details of creation, while God shaved Her legs etc. Five stars for 'the story'. bri : )
I might have liked being there; were there cookies? 'Doxing'? 'The meaning of DOX is to publicly identify or publish private information about (someone) especially as a form of punishment or revenge.' : )
Lisa also has a fellowship, huh? I'll bet the salmon, with lemon in mouth, a wreath, and being a 'centerpiece'. I wonder if the 'memorial' comment by the...'black' lady was indicative of a closemess she felt for the fish. Hmm? And why bother with 'black' OR 'slim'. Maybe she was a cop?
'but can I? ' ' ? get through physics or the twists and turns to gain entry to a 'top medical school'? Or is it all tied so closely together? ? [rhetorical questions]
Please remind me to return to this poem. I already read Dirty Laundry today. : )
Bri, remember to return to this poem, but first go wash your own dirty laundry. : )
Thanks for keeping enough bandwidth for poetry. We like an occasional report from the front lines. I'm sure it's tough juggling the physics etc. I'm glad to know a budding poet who will shadow a neurosurgion this summer.