Wednesday, January 28, 2009

High, lighting too much.

I've taken so many practice exams in the past couple of days that my brain is now in default MCAT mode whenever I do anything. While reading an article in the NY Times tonight, I tried to use my mouse to "highlight" a specific sentence on the screen - until I realized I had just attempted to use a highlighting feature that exists only for passages on computer-based exams like the MCAT.

This begets the question, even outside the context of such a test, how much is too much? And what is it that makes us over-extend ourselves to begin with?

When a particularly tragic or difficult event happens in a person's life, one of the positive results (after going through the stages of denial and pain and depression and so forth - the "grief cycle", as Kubler-Ross calls it in her book, On Death and Dying) is gaining the drive to do more and to do better. Although it's ironic that the rationalization of something horrible ultimately leads to the motivation for something beneficial, at least initially negative situations do eventually propel us in a positive direction. And that's probably what matters most in the end.

Making an effort, trying to improve - both are inherent markers of a logical, conscientious person. But, even the most practical individuals can become tunnel-visioned and so overly focused on a single task that everything else exists only in relation to that one cruciality.

The key, experts say, is to reach an optimal level of understanding and comfort, and then, to stop. Achieving this kind of balance is usually much easier said than done; and, coincidentally, it's precisely the fear of failure that causes us to completely over-exert ourselves, resulting in the very defeat we so desperately wanted to circumvent.

Pressure, reputation, expectations. Everyone has reasons for wanting more in life. While it's okay to not want to settle for anything less than the best, each person should be his or her own measure of perfection. Otherwise, we start trying too hard to do too much, for all the wrong reasons.

We have the ability to recover from unforeseeable adversity and bounce back with unimaginable resilience, but we falter the moment we assume our success is inextricably dependent on the often misguided judgments of others. Perhaps it's time to recognize that true limits only exist if and when we create them for ourselves.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Hope for the future.


I just got the best phone call ever - it made my day, week, month, year. Today, I was accepted to my first choice for public health school.

In his inaugural address yesterday, President Obama said, "[G]reatness is never a given. It must be earned." Although I am in no way equating myself to be on the same platform as the forefathers of our democracy and the countless men and women who secured freedom for our nation, his words resonated in my mind; and I'm sure that power and sheer conviction with which he spoke inspired so many others, as well. As trite as it might sound, now, more than ever, I'm actually motivated to not take shortcuts, to not settle for less, to do more and to do better - all the concepts that our 44th so eloquently voiced in his speech, after taking his presidential oath. And, as if the former sentence weren't already cliché enough, to me, greatness isn't about status or power or fame, but moreso about being able to reach one's true potential - and academic pursuit, first and foremost, provides that opportunity.

The next time someone asks me, "So, what are your plans after graduation?" - I'll actually have an answer. I can tell them I'm finally on my own path to earning greatness.

Monday, January 19, 2009

New Year, New Places, People, and Music.

These are what have made my January memorable and enjoyable (so far, at least).

No. 1. Yoforia.

A tasty twirl of heavenly frozen yogurt, with fabulous fresh fruit. Oh-so-good, and oh-so-good for you. Definitely worth the sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia (a.k.a. brain freeze) on a 15 degree winter evening in Atlanta.









And the refreshing picture is compliments of...

No. 2. kajatl's photos on Flickr, Broderick on WordPress.
http://flickr.com/people/kajjers/
& http://broderickphoto.wordpress.com/

When it's dark almost 18 hours of the day and you feel as though you haven't seen the sun in awhile, his photography will remind you of the optimistic light at the end of the tunnel (and prove to you that it's not always a train). I'd post my favorite photo of his, but a) I have too many favorites, and, b) I'd rather not get sued for copyright when he becomes famous. Hopefully, I won't get sued for the photo above, either, because, at the moment, I only have $2 in my bank account.

Though, it's good to know that talent like his still comes from my once-upon-a-time hometown of Cleveland Heights, and that, sometimes, the best coincidences are the ones you discover for yourself. Like...

No. 3. Kiersten Holine.
Singer, songwriter, and surprisingly sensational. I stumbled upon her covers of the Beatles and Ingrid Michaelson on YouTube, and then decided to pay a visit to her MySpace. Check her out the next time you're in need of some soul-searching and silence just isn't setting the right tone.









The aforementioned won't help me break my target score on the MCAT, boost my chances of getting into grad school, or guarantee my fall-back science journalism internship in D.C. next year; but, at the very least, it's kept me sane through the drudgery of studying and winter weather. And maybe, just maybe, all these things will make your January more worthwhile, too.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

It is a truth universally acknowledged...*

...that a single college Senior in possession of an excruciatingly slow home internet connection must be in want of some sort of entertainment during her time in Alabama for the holiday season.

So far, two weeks out of my four-week winter vacation have been filled with movie-watching with the 'rents (oldies, newbies, and James McAvoy-ies), sporadic runs past the homes of neighbors (and the McCain-Palin signs that are ever-present on their perfectly manicured lawns), science-y/med school-related book-reading, and random errands with my mom. And, recently, I had dinner with old friends from high school, at the iconic corner of "Good Food and Good Times". Still boggles my mind that so many of them are married already, though...

Today was a prime example of finding a happy medium between coexisting with the social nuances of Southerners and being individually productive. While most people from a city like Atlanta might get easily annoyed by how aimlessly (and badly) Mobilians drive or how it seems as though no one is ever in a rush to get anywhere, I think I've actually begun to find some solace in these seemingly frustrating realities of small town life. It's not that I've completely stopped paying attention (to the ignorant, uninformed, and close-minded individuals that continue to be permanent fixtures where my family resides); I've just started to not let unnecessary things bother me as much. Maybe I've become more patient, or maybe I'm just getting older. Whatever it is, I think it's a better expenditure of my time and energy to concentrate on what actually matters.

After taking my dad's Audi TT roadster for a joy ride (in all honesty, it was more of a slightly nerve-wrecking ride to brush up on stick-shift car-driving, and my dad was in the passenger's seat the entire time, making sure I didn't stall or crash his snazzy car), I spent approximately 4 hours in the West Regional Public library, studying B.S. about the male and female reproductive systems. [I especially like how B.S. is the abbreviation for the Biological Sciences portion of the MCAT, quite possibly the most clinically relevant section, but ironically named, nonetheless. The test-makers sure have a hilarious sense of humor.] Had it not been for the random, middle-aged man (supposedly a painter) who struck up a conversation about my "intriguingly photogenic facial structure" and my potentially promising future in modeling and art, it would have otherwise been a relatively uneventful afternoon of academia.

I'll take the 5-hour exam in about a month, on January 31st, 2009 - hopefully, this third time will be the charm, i.e., the first time I complete the test, and the last time I ever take the MCAT. Note to self and other aspiring pre-med students: the key to success is to a) not move the test date for a third time, and b) not punk out after the very first section/prematurely void your scores.

P.S. Kitty, if you read this, I took a look at your latest post and I was absolutely shocked to read about your gum-smuggling criminal activities. The Singaporean government is probably assembling a clandestine group of agents at this very moment, in hopes of tracking you down... Seriously, though, I'm glad you're having a nice time so far and adjusting to life in Singapore - it's definitely entertaining to hear about your everyday escapades!


*Quote adapted from Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Most dancers are generally human.


Great song, despite/maybe due to its hilarious lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvVOoCKjonY


Wikipedia:

There has been considerable confusion and debate over the line "Are we human or are we dancer?" in the song's chorus.[5] Many have incorrectly heard "denser" instead of "dancer", a change which significantly alters the interpretation of the song's meaning. On the band's official website, the biography section states that Flowers is singing "Are we human, or are we dancer?" and also says that the lyrics were inspired by a disparaging comment made by Hunter S. Thompson about how America was raising a generation of dancers.[6]

Entertainment Weekly's Pop Watch section called this line the "silliest lyrics of the week". They were puzzled by the interpretation, stating "most dancers are generally human".[7] Ganz with Rolling Stone called the line "classic Killers' nonsense."[4]