Currently: My parents left today to go back to Texas, and with them, left the strange heat wave that pushed our temperatures to the upper nineties. Ironically, it began when they arrived.
SWEAT Day 2 (Thursday 8/20)
And on the second day of SWEAT, our camp leaders saw that campsites near the lake were now open. We repacked everything, moved over, set up camp again (actually, the tent pitching part didn't happen until the evening). And the leaders saw that this was good.
We took a 4 mile hike to Duck Lake (which did, indeed, have ducks). Along the way, we were charged with pairing off with someone we didn't know yet and learning their life story. What followed was probably the most direct getting-to-know-you experience, and it was great. The hike wasn't too difficult, and actually, the views were quite enjoyable. When we reached Duck Lake, we had lunch and then presented our partners to the rest of the group. Let's just say that I think my partner and I won the award for most revealing introductions.
On the way back, I talked to some more students, and I was continuously amazed by the altruism and experience of my classmates. Many have served overseas and have beautiful stories to share. The level of wisdom these people have could fill several books.
I spent the rest of the day at Alpine Lake (whose cold waters I had finally learned to forgive). I explored rocks that I hadn't explored before, and I found a rock that was in deep enough water that I could jump from it. (Clarification: I may have found this rock on the first day, but I can't remember. Also, I did not technically find it. Another family discovered it, and after I verified that all of them survived the plunge, I alerted the Stanford group to its existence.) Immersing myself in that cold water was quite an experience (and a poor substitute for the showers we did not have).
I spent the rest of the day lying on a rock and sunbathing (as you can tell, life was so difficult).
That night, we had spaghetti and played "Never have I ever". At some point, a few of us wanted to spend time at the lake under the stars. Our group of seven trekked through the night with the hope that we wouldn't encounter any of the infamous bears that populated the park. We managed to find a beautiful rocky slope, where we could lay down and soak in the sky. We began to share random facts (favorite mythological deity, fantasy creature we would most like to meet). Along the way, we found out more about each other's lives and saw several shooting stars streak across the sky.
When we got back to camp, I decided to nickname our tent "the adventure squad", since most of its members had either come out to the lake that night or accepted the challenge of jumping off the rock.
And so ended Day 2.
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The most eventful week of my life
The title probably creates a certain level of expectation for this post. I didn't win the Nobel Prize. I didn't get married. I didn't save anyone's life. But it was probably the most eventful week (plus a few days) of my life (thus far). Let's backtrack to the Tuesday before last. I woke up really early, got on a plane, and flew halfway across the country to Stanford, California (yes, it has its own "city"). I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. You would think that a summer spent stalking med student blogs and talking to other med students would have prepared me.
Nope.
The first order of business was getting to my apartment. This success can be fully credited to the kindness of my relatives in San Jose who picked me up from the airport and helped me move my stuff. Then, I was off to the SWEAT (Stanford Wilderness Experience yadda yadda) orientation. I was in the car camping group (AKA: Lazy group). We had a fun orientation (you have to love awkward ice breaker games). I ended up having dinner with one of the girls from our group at an on campus cafe, which was surprisingly delicious. Then, I went home and went to bed in order to get up early the next day.
SWEAT Day 1 (Wednesday 8/19)
We piled into a car with no air conditioning and drove towards Alpine Lake Park. On the way, we had food at a quaint cafe, the type of place that serves predominantly breakfast items and is visited by loyal locals. The total road time, not counting the brunch break, was about 4 hours. It was not bad at all because I enjoyed talking to the people in our car. I hear we climbed about 6,000 to 7,000 feet. The view was absolutely gorgeous along the way, especially since I'm not used to viewing mountains. Our car camping group set up camp at a camp site away from the lake (the lake spots were all taken). It was my first experience with setting up a tent.
We ended up driving to the lake. This was the most beautiful lake I had ever seen. The water was absolutely clear (it comes from melted mountain snow) and filled a basin made of rock. Small islands of stone peeked out from under the water in the middle of the lake. If it weren't for those islands, I would not have given in to the temptation of getting in the water. After all, the water was about 65 to 70 degrees (which I consider icy cold). However, the prospect of climbing up on those rocks was too difficult to pass up, and I found myself wading, then swimming to them. After sunbathing on the rocks for a bit with my fellow med students-to-be, we went back to camp, barbequed up a storm, and then enjoyed smore while playing games. The camp counselor, Homer, had plenty to complain about, as we were noisy well past the 10 PM quiet hour. As I settled into my tent that night, I realized this camping trip embodied the very nature of medical school: difficult tasks (which I have never done) which, in their own perverse way, are actually fun.
Now, as tonight was our stethoscope ceremony (but I don't want to get ahead of myself), I am too tired to finish everything. So I will stop here presently and try to finish describing the rest later.
Nope.
The first order of business was getting to my apartment. This success can be fully credited to the kindness of my relatives in San Jose who picked me up from the airport and helped me move my stuff. Then, I was off to the SWEAT (Stanford Wilderness Experience yadda yadda) orientation. I was in the car camping group (AKA: Lazy group). We had a fun orientation (you have to love awkward ice breaker games). I ended up having dinner with one of the girls from our group at an on campus cafe, which was surprisingly delicious. Then, I went home and went to bed in order to get up early the next day.
SWEAT Day 1 (Wednesday 8/19)
We piled into a car with no air conditioning and drove towards Alpine Lake Park. On the way, we had food at a quaint cafe, the type of place that serves predominantly breakfast items and is visited by loyal locals. The total road time, not counting the brunch break, was about 4 hours. It was not bad at all because I enjoyed talking to the people in our car. I hear we climbed about 6,000 to 7,000 feet. The view was absolutely gorgeous along the way, especially since I'm not used to viewing mountains. Our car camping group set up camp at a camp site away from the lake (the lake spots were all taken). It was my first experience with setting up a tent.
We ended up driving to the lake. This was the most beautiful lake I had ever seen. The water was absolutely clear (it comes from melted mountain snow) and filled a basin made of rock. Small islands of stone peeked out from under the water in the middle of the lake. If it weren't for those islands, I would not have given in to the temptation of getting in the water. After all, the water was about 65 to 70 degrees (which I consider icy cold). However, the prospect of climbing up on those rocks was too difficult to pass up, and I found myself wading, then swimming to them. After sunbathing on the rocks for a bit with my fellow med students-to-be, we went back to camp, barbequed up a storm, and then enjoyed smore while playing games. The camp counselor, Homer, had plenty to complain about, as we were noisy well past the 10 PM quiet hour. As I settled into my tent that night, I realized this camping trip embodied the very nature of medical school: difficult tasks (which I have never done) which, in their own perverse way, are actually fun.
Now, as tonight was our stethoscope ceremony (but I don't want to get ahead of myself), I am too tired to finish everything. So I will stop here presently and try to finish describing the rest later.
I chose a medical school
I had to make the decision between Johns Hopkins and Stanford, and I ultimately chose Stanford. I made a large pro-con list (haha, more like Pugh matrices), and Stanford came out on top. Glad I learned something from engineering school. :)