More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.
The last stretch is always the hardest, but we’ll make it to the end.
Where do we begin?
That I will become the executioner for the lives of the living, the dying, and still the dead.
These are the things medical school also teaches.
Good food and even better company. Thank you, and to more years ahead.
Hold on to your “why”. Keep going.
The recollection of love lost is painful,
but the mere existence of love can be an infinite joy.
In the fast-paced life of a grad student –or indeed, of any adult– weekends are the holy grail, coveted and kind of magical.
Time to wrap up this year. Here’s a dump of feels and words on my YL5 experience. A+, would recommend.
All the same. Then: Figure Drawing (2012) Now: Clinical Anatomy (2016)