December 2004
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Time to Panic *new*
August 14, 2004. 1:17 a.m. Today
will probably be a normal summer Saturday for most people. But, I
will be subjected
to a rigorous and painful evaluation of my reasoning and writing
skills, and my retention of the science I’ve learned over my
past five years of schooling. (read more)
I Wish I Knew
For more than four years now, I’ve worked on-and-off
in a lab, researching such topics as sexually transmitted diseases,
tuberculosis,
and the sleeping disorders of fruit flies. I’ve wanted to
be a scientist for as long as I can remember.
(read
more)
A Stressful Summer
During the school year, Iowa City is a vibrant, dynamic location.
From rowdy football games to loud concerts to stimulating lectures,
this college town has everything anyone could ever want to experience. (read
more)
True Identity
Well, what was in there?” inquired
my mother as she screeched the car to a halt in the Target parking
lot. (read more)
The Bold and the Beautiful
After reading my earlier journal entries, a friend wrote to congratulate
me and offer constructive criticism on how to improve as a writer.
But, I don’t think I have the imagination to entertain people:
it’s too subjective. (read more)
Family Matters
"Hailyn, this is your father; it’s 7 a.m. – time
to wake up. Wake up, Hailyn. HAILYN, it’s time to WAKE UP!
And don’t forget to do your taxes today. OK, hopefully, you’re
up and out the door already.” (read
more)
A Stranger in a Strange Land
"Hiley, could you go up and do intake?” The weathered
missionary, James, speaks in my general direction, avoiding eye
contact and refusing to call me by the right name. (read more)
Tips for Weekend Fun in Iowa
In correspondence with
friends from outside the Midwest, I inevitably field the same question: “So,
what is there to do in Iowa on the weekends?” Occasionally,
someone works up the courage to ask the real question on everyone’s
mind: “Do you guys
spend Saturday nights tipping cows?” (read more)
Finding Purpose
Until Namangolwa Mutanga revealed the No. 1 killer of her people,
my life was completely planned; I had only to live it. (read more)
An Encounter in Granada
After a tiring day crossing into Nicaragua from Costa Rica, my fellow
UI students and I walk into the Hostel Oasis in Granada. Over winter
break, we’re on an International Services Learning program,
in which we’ll be taught the necessary medical skills to provide
basic medical care—such as monitoring blood pressure, giving
injections, and making basic tropical medical diagnosis and prescription—to
people living in areas without easy access to such health services.
(read more)
Of Nobel Prize Winners and Glowing Raccoons
7,233. That’s how many days I figured out I’ve been alive.
I was worried that I’d missed the 10,000th day of my life,
but it turns out I’ve got more than seven years to wait. 7,233
days doesn’t seem exceptionally aged on paper; I feel much
older.
(read more)
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