Coming to the end!

Coming to the end of my Tulane career is definitely bittersweet. After five years in this city, I have definitely learned, seen, eaten, and experienced a lot. Luckily, I will get to be in the Big Easy for at least another year, however, I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing yet. Looking for a "real" job is definitely a new experience for me and many of my classmates, but I look forward to joining the "real world" while I apply to Med School. I'm sure that living the "student" life will be very much missed and much more appreciated after I take a break from it.

I feel like I have these huge tasks ahead of me, like completing my med school application and getting the ball rolling with the job search, but I think it's going to be a lot easier once I break these seemingly huge mountainous projects into much smaller, manageable pieces. I'm at a transition point right now where this is about to happen and I'm about to get some momentum and accomplish a LOT of things this coming May. I'm a little nervous, a little anxious, but very excited.

Too bad I live in a city without any relief from the stress, right??? I made it to a very wet, muddy Jazz Fest last weekend for a grand total of two hours, but had a wonderful time. I highly recommend going to anyone who has never been before. It's one of the few festivals that I know of where people don't decide to go based on the lineup of musical acts, but for the many other aspects: the food, the characters, the mud, the tradition. This year marks my 6th or 7th Jazz Fest, and I hope that I am able to attend many, many more. I met up with a family friend (and Tulane School of Medicine graduate!) at the festival who said it was his 30th consecutive Jazz Fest. This city leaves such a mark on its residents that no matter where I end up, I'll always have New Orleans to come back to, which is something that my parents and former New Orleans residents have been telling me for years. I've been here long enough and visited with them enough times to see that it's really true. People love coming back to New Orleans, and people especially love to live in New Orleans. Hopefully I will be one of those people for a very long time.

Something I really hope to keep up with as I enter the real world and get regular working hours is being able to volunteer at KIPP. Unfortunately, their hours conflict with regular working hours, but hopefully I will be able to work something out or take a day off every now and then to help out. Last Friday, the first graders took a trip to LSU in Baton Rouge, and I loved hearing all about it. Most of my little friends were very excited about visiting Mike the Tiger and had a very fun day. I will miss them very much over the summer but definitely plan on spending a lot of time with them as their school year comes to a close this May.

Total Hours for April: 10 hours
Total hours for the semester: 30 hours at KIPP

When life gives you lemons... Make lemonade.

The shelf exam is over! I repeat, the shelf exam is over! I can’t begin to explain the relief that I feel after taking this test, but I’ve been using my time wisely. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the good weather and sunshine that the spring has brought us, Crawfish and sunshine are what gets me through a strenuous school year. Even though I thoroughly enjoyed learning about many types of drugs between July and March, I am glad to be done with the mostly memorization portion of this school year. While challenging, I am glad that I had the opportunity to take the shelf exam for pharmacology and get a small taste of what medical school might hopefully be like.

As many of my classmates know, my car was stolen at the beginning of the month (by a well known drag queen, Tara Shay Montgomery, and you can’t get any more New Orleans than a story like that). Although difficult to make it to my volunteering opportunities without my own transportation, I have come to realize how difficult it is to live in this city without a car. Although termed the “Big Easy”, it becomes much more difficult to get around town when relying on public transportation. The streetcar is a lovely way to get around on a sunny Sunday, but not the quickest or the least crowded by any means, especially when you need to get to work. A week of taking the streetcar was a good opportunity for me to appreciate the fact that I don’t usually rely on that form of transportation. Don’t get me wrong, I love the streetcar. I think that it is a very important historical aspect of the city that very much needs to be preserved. However, I don’t think that it is an efficient means of getting from point A to point B in the fast-paced age we live in today. Everything is so instantaneous as it seems, and getting from uptown to downtown in less than an hour seems much less impressive than it might have 50 years ago.

As far as my volunteering at KIPP goes, I’m sad that my car troubles have kept me away from my favorite first grade class. In April, I plan on spending much more time with the St. Claude first graders and watching them become successful second graders prepared to learn and experience new things. Hopefully our lighter class schedule and my (hopefully) vehicle accessibility will help me to achieve this goal. 

My fifth Mardi Gras as a New Orleans resident may surely go down in the books as my best yet. I caught a Muses shoe after my Neurology Block exam, went to my first Zulu parade ever and caught my first coconut, and scored an interview with FOX8 News  for my group's Mardi Gras costume this year: King Cake Babies. Some of the first graders in the class I volunteer for at KIPP even said they saw me on the news!

I've never dressed up for Mardi Gras... and usually by the time Fat Tuesday rolls around, I'm so worn out from all of the festivities that I substitute going to Zulu and Rex with ordering takeout and watching Netflix in an effort to recover from the weekend. This was easily the best thing I've done all year. We definitely looked weird, but the parade watchers loved us! I've never taken pictures with so many strangers in my life! It took us about 20 minutes to make it a single block down the parade route. Even though "King Cake Babies" seems like such a natural choice for a Mardi Gras costume (or at least to me it does...), we were the only ones that we saw all day! We walked all over the city: from the CBD to St. Charles and Jackson to Royal Street to Frenchmen and then back to the CBD. 

As much as I love carnival season, I'm glad that the "resting period" between Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest has finally arrived. I now have more time to focus on my schoolwork, volunteering more, eating better, and exercising. 

As I spend more time with one of the KIPP first grade classes, Southern, I am realizing that I would really enjoy to work with children some day, hopefully as a pediatric specialist. As I'm getting to know some of these students a little better, I very much look forward to my time spent at KIPP each week. Learning about antidepressants this block, I very much think that that a viable non-pharmacologic treatment approach might be more time spent with first graders, especially those in Southern. 

It's Carnival Time!

With the new year in full swing, I'm excited to get back into my school routine. I've added weekly volunteer hours in place of working at the restaurant, which I am much happier about. I've been helping out with a KIPP first grade class once or twice a week and it's been a ton of fun! Spending so much time with first graders really makes me want to work with children when I get done with school and go out into the real world.

In local news, Mardi Gras is just around the corner and I couldn’t be more ready. This will be my… maybe 10^th Mardi Gras? I’m trying to get with some of the other Mardi Gras veterans and put out some sort of guide for some of our rookie classmates. There are so many things that I’ve learned to look for and look out for over the years that I guess many people that aren’t used to Mardi Gras festivities don’t know to do.

I’m trying to get up early this coming Monday morning so that I can go to Manny Randazzo’s and pick up a king cake to bring to class. Every year that I’ve been at Tulane, I get up at 5:30 in the morning to go stand in line for an hour to get the best king cake, in my opinion, that the crescent city has to offer. One of my friends and I are doing a king cake taste test on Monday afternoon and are picking up a few different king cakes from around the city, so I’ll have to report next month with the results.

KIPP volunteer hours for January: 7.25