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med + writing = does not exist
Dec. 6th, 2008 11:12 pm"Medicine is my wife and writing is my mistress." - Kit Diaz, CSJ 2005-2006
I cried this morning.
I turned on the TV and switched it to Disney Channel for my morning cartoons. Rob Thomas' video "Little Wonders" popped out.
Little Wonders. My med class' theme song.
I cried like a baby, drinking my hot chocolate and chewing on a peanut butter sandwich.
I left med with a heavy heart. It was against my will to throw away my dreams, to leave my classmates whom I love even if I kept my distance from them all year, and to give up my sophomore year for the biggest tragedy of my life.
Farewell to being a quadricentennarian.
But hey, it doesn't matter when you graduate, right? Just as long as you graduate.
But the thing is, it matters who you graduate with. And I want to graduate with them, with Cherry and JJ sitting beside me.
When I left med school, I considered taking a short literary course. Everyone knows how much I want to improve my writing, and I want to do it under the tutelage of someone I look up to - like Gelo or Ma'am Guevarra.
Yet my shrink advised me to take time away from the social circle, saying I wasn't ready yet.
That's why I became a bum for several months. House arrest, I called it.
The online gaming led to the deterioration of my literary prowess. You lose what you don't use. I didn't exactly lose it, but my recent works didn't appeal to me anymore.
I can't even write "microscopically" anymore. My handwriting has now the font size of 12, compared to my then famous font size 8.
My self-assigned med preparations kept getting postponed. I haven't even finished what was supposed to be my first month's worth of lessons (I based it on the schedule given to us during the 1st week of class). I chose to sit infront of the PC, play an online game and wait until my Muse decides to visit me and put the words at the tip of my fingers to let them type it away here in LJ.
I want to be doctor, but I want to be a writer and a musician, too. Music's with me 24/7, but medicine and writing are difficult to do together.
When I was still in med, I would write my impromptu poetry on my test papers, which you all know by now, caused a stir in the Physiology Department that forced them to convince Dra. Dakis and Ma'am Glow to talk to me for the rest of the schoolyear.
I miss med and I miss my classmates, but writing is in my blood.
Then I had an epiphany.
I am an artist. Medicine is an art. I then realized why I belong there.
I cried this morning.
I turned on the TV and switched it to Disney Channel for my morning cartoons. Rob Thomas' video "Little Wonders" popped out.
Little Wonders. My med class' theme song.
I cried like a baby, drinking my hot chocolate and chewing on a peanut butter sandwich.
I left med with a heavy heart. It was against my will to throw away my dreams, to leave my classmates whom I love even if I kept my distance from them all year, and to give up my sophomore year for the biggest tragedy of my life.
Farewell to being a quadricentennarian.
But hey, it doesn't matter when you graduate, right? Just as long as you graduate.
But the thing is, it matters who you graduate with. And I want to graduate with them, with Cherry and JJ sitting beside me.
When I left med school, I considered taking a short literary course. Everyone knows how much I want to improve my writing, and I want to do it under the tutelage of someone I look up to - like Gelo or Ma'am Guevarra.
Yet my shrink advised me to take time away from the social circle, saying I wasn't ready yet.
That's why I became a bum for several months. House arrest, I called it.
The online gaming led to the deterioration of my literary prowess. You lose what you don't use. I didn't exactly lose it, but my recent works didn't appeal to me anymore.
I can't even write "microscopically" anymore. My handwriting has now the font size of 12, compared to my then famous font size 8.
My self-assigned med preparations kept getting postponed. I haven't even finished what was supposed to be my first month's worth of lessons (I based it on the schedule given to us during the 1st week of class). I chose to sit infront of the PC, play an online game and wait until my Muse decides to visit me and put the words at the tip of my fingers to let them type it away here in LJ.
I want to be doctor, but I want to be a writer and a musician, too. Music's with me 24/7, but medicine and writing are difficult to do together.
When I was still in med, I would write my impromptu poetry on my test papers, which you all know by now, caused a stir in the Physiology Department that forced them to convince Dra. Dakis and Ma'am Glow to talk to me for the rest of the schoolyear.
I miss med and I miss my classmates, but writing is in my blood.
Then I had an epiphany.
I am an artist. Medicine is an art. I then realized why I belong there.
