I met, perhaps, the best study buddy.

I have seen dead bodies before. Two of my grandparents had open caskets. I have previously visited two cadaver labs—once during a medical school tour and once visiting a friend at medical school.

Similar to seeing my grandparents, I feel a pull into the lab to see the cadaver I will soon dissect. (more…)

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The new chapter of my life arrives.

Buzzz. My cheeks and tongue slightly itch as my toothbrush vibrates mintiness into every crevasse. My time to shut up and check off my mental packing list.

I turn my head and start with the shower. Razor? Check. Soap? Check. Towel? Check–perhaps the hardest thing to forget when my destination has a pool.

I ease my eyes to the counter in front of me, avoiding to bend my head so foamy drool won’t crawl down my shirt. This would not be the first time…

Cotton swabs? Floss? Nail polish–probably wouldn’t be the worst idea. Retainer? All checks galore.

Spit. Rinse. My father awakens from my ringing faucet, a perfectly timed alarm clock.

Who doesn’t forget at least something when traveling? If it were a snake, it would have bitten me. Of course my toothbrush and charger.

Zip. Zip. Lock. Lift. Ugh. Wheel.

These past eight months allowed my bucket list to take charge, and, wow, do I have things to write about. Now, let me find the time…

Meanwhile, time to move. Here I go!

Me at my new school!