IN BERKELEYYYY
I am back in the city that captured my heart.
Wednesday was quite an interesting day. My FB status (yes I know, ugh FB) said it all succinctly: After 1 missed flight to OAK, 1 long conversation with a nice random lady who missed her flight to Utah, 1 session of re-memorizing parts of the endocrine system, 1 initially confusing AirBART ride and 1 initially confusing BART ride packed with crazed Athletics fans from the Oakland Coliseum... FINALLY I am in Berkeley!!!!
It was tough getting here, but here I am.
In many ways, I am glad that I missed the flight. I really did get to have a good conversation with a very nice older lady (64 yo) named Mary from San Pedro. She at first started talking to a woman I sat next to who had an alarmingly deep and husky voice. I am sure they would have chatted more if the woman did not have to board her plane to Vegas. Mary saw me reading the Kaplan book I borrowed from A and asked if I was going to be a nurse. I hate those moments when I feel like I have to resoundingly declare my future when I am still so unsure. I simply said, "Oh no, a doctor." And she was very nice and encouraging. I seem to get more support and encouragement from complete strangers than from people I know.
She eventually asked me what my "medical opinion" about tattoos were, which was quite amusing. And then she whispered to me that she found a lump in her breast a couple of weeks ago and that she has another appointment with her doctor when she gets back from seeing her son. I was concerned for her, but I really think she just wanted to get that off her chest (so to speak). The rest of the conversation was on college, her family and its history of cancer, her kids, her history of smoking for 3 years, her numerous grandchildren (10 grandkids at 64!) and her faith in god. I made no weird expression or sound whenever she brought up her faith and how it helped her stop smoking. I am honestly happy she has something that gives her hope and perseverance. Everyone needs something like that.
Mary then told me good luck, gave me a hug and a kiss and left for her flight (after I told her to go, haha). It was nice. Just an hour or so before I was seething with anger that I had missed my flight, but things worked out.
And I studied more of the endocrine system. I am so screwed... but there are more posts and tweets for that shit.
Anyway, I took the AirBART, the BART and met with Jessica and I am finally, finally here. There was apparently a Dogders vs. Athletics game at the Coliseum and I had arrived just as it ended, lucky me. So I was simply pushed and shoved onto the train and I accidentally took some guy's seat. Well, I did not get mugged, I seem to have everything on me still, and I miraculously found my way to Jessica's townhouse.
aawww yiss
Wednesday was quite an interesting day. My FB status (yes I know, ugh FB) said it all succinctly: After 1 missed flight to OAK, 1 long conversation with a nice random lady who missed her flight to Utah, 1 session of re-memorizing parts of the endocrine system, 1 initially confusing AirBART ride and 1 initially confusing BART ride packed with crazed Athletics fans from the Oakland Coliseum... FINALLY I am in Berkeley!!!!
It was tough getting here, but here I am.
In many ways, I am glad that I missed the flight. I really did get to have a good conversation with a very nice older lady (64 yo) named Mary from San Pedro. She at first started talking to a woman I sat next to who had an alarmingly deep and husky voice. I am sure they would have chatted more if the woman did not have to board her plane to Vegas. Mary saw me reading the Kaplan book I borrowed from A and asked if I was going to be a nurse. I hate those moments when I feel like I have to resoundingly declare my future when I am still so unsure. I simply said, "Oh no, a doctor." And she was very nice and encouraging. I seem to get more support and encouragement from complete strangers than from people I know.
She eventually asked me what my "medical opinion" about tattoos were, which was quite amusing. And then she whispered to me that she found a lump in her breast a couple of weeks ago and that she has another appointment with her doctor when she gets back from seeing her son. I was concerned for her, but I really think she just wanted to get that off her chest (so to speak). The rest of the conversation was on college, her family and its history of cancer, her kids, her history of smoking for 3 years, her numerous grandchildren (10 grandkids at 64!) and her faith in god. I made no weird expression or sound whenever she brought up her faith and how it helped her stop smoking. I am honestly happy she has something that gives her hope and perseverance. Everyone needs something like that.
Mary then told me good luck, gave me a hug and a kiss and left for her flight (after I told her to go, haha). It was nice. Just an hour or so before I was seething with anger that I had missed my flight, but things worked out.
And I studied more of the endocrine system. I am so screwed... but there are more posts and tweets for that shit.
Anyway, I took the AirBART, the BART and met with Jessica and I am finally, finally here. There was apparently a Dogders vs. Athletics game at the Coliseum and I had arrived just as it ended, lucky me. So I was simply pushed and shoved onto the train and I accidentally took some guy's seat. Well, I did not get mugged, I seem to have everything on me still, and I miraculously found my way to Jessica's townhouse.
aawww yiss