While walking home yesterday I noticed the lighted rooms of Ronald Reagan Regional hospital. Some of the rooms have "get well soon" balloons, some are lit, but most are dark and closed curtains.
How do you feel looking outside the window to see us students walking to and from school everyday, full of life and opportunities? Do you wish to be like us? Enjoying the winter breeze and scent of winter rain? We also can't sleep sometimes and we also skip meals- sometimes. In a way we all are going through the same emotions and experiences. The only difference is context.
How is studying related to being ill you might wonder? I don't leave my apartment much, sometimes I forget to eat, and most of the time I would stare outside my "window" and imagine what life would be like to be free and premed. Confined in your room, you must feel so alone because you feel like you are fighting your battles alone. Sure, there are doctors, nurses, and everyone else but most of the time it is just you. I feel the same way. Sure there are professors, ta, and friends but most of the time it is just me. No one can do the studying for me just like no one can win your battles for you. Between you and me you are already my hero and one day I wish to be yours.
While I stare at your hospital room, you were probably staring at me too. Both of us thinking: "one day I will be right where you are and one day I will tell you my story." One day I will be inside that hospital room to bring in the sunshine you missed out on, to tell you of the adventures of premed student, and why you are so worth it. One day you will be here, telling me of your battles and how much it means to you to live my life and everyone else's life.
How do you feel looking outside the window to see us students walking to and from school everyday, full of life and opportunities? Do you wish to be like us? Enjoying the winter breeze and scent of winter rain? We also can't sleep sometimes and we also skip meals- sometimes. In a way we all are going through the same emotions and experiences. The only difference is context.
How is studying related to being ill you might wonder? I don't leave my apartment much, sometimes I forget to eat, and most of the time I would stare outside my "window" and imagine what life would be like to be free and premed. Confined in your room, you must feel so alone because you feel like you are fighting your battles alone. Sure, there are doctors, nurses, and everyone else but most of the time it is just you. I feel the same way. Sure there are professors, ta, and friends but most of the time it is just me. No one can do the studying for me just like no one can win your battles for you. Between you and me you are already my hero and one day I wish to be yours.
While I stare at your hospital room, you were probably staring at me too. Both of us thinking: "one day I will be right where you are and one day I will tell you my story." One day I will be inside that hospital room to bring in the sunshine you missed out on, to tell you of the adventures of premed student, and why you are so worth it. One day you will be here, telling me of your battles and how much it means to you to live my life and everyone else's life.
