High School

For me, high school was a humbling experience. The transition from middle school to high school, coupled with a transition from a different school system in a different town, allowed me to experience my first Cs, Ds, and Fs. (Not as course grades; don’t worry.) In middle school, I never got anything below A-, and exerted minimal effort.

Fact: ABRHS certainly is tougher than a lot of other schools in MA. If you graduated at the top of the class, chances are, you probably went to a great college, and you probably will be very successful later on in life. ABRHS does prepare students well for college; most graduates I know are doing quite well in college.

It’s great if you graduated from ABRHS with flying colors, but the rest of us mortals would do well to remember that we are far, far, far from the top, even if we are considered “smart” in college.

(I’m posting this because I’m slightly pissed that certain people have forgotten this, and have become exponentially obnoxious since high school.)


Relay for Life ’09

A homeless woman set up camp on the edge of the track. She didn’t interact with anyone; she just wanted a place to spend the night. My team member approached her, asked, “Would you like some breakfast?”. The woman said, “Oh, yes please!”, and he gave her some of the bagel breadsticks that he took from the concession stand.

I get pissed off and judge people all the time. I wish I wouldn’t. Helping people regardless of condition– isn’t that what training to be an EMT is all about?

Side note– Sleeping intermittently for about an hour while sitting up on the bench of an ambulance (which is tilted  forward at a 50-degree angle) and snuggling up against the M-tank is not particularly fun. But it was worth it 🙂

Blood Drive Fail

In March, I decided that I wanted to give blood. I got a slight cold three days before the drive, and couldn’t.

The next opportunity coincided with Hell Week.

After two relatively happy, healthy, and stress-free weeks, I decided that I would try again. I felt fine on Thursday. I gave blood. I felt fine afterwards. On Friday, I realized that I had a slight common cold symptoms, but I blamed them on allergies. Turns out, there actually is a cough/bug going around campus. Which means that the pint was probably bad. I called ARC, and they’re probably going to throw it away. This was my first blood “donation”, by the way.

I just want to help, but my body clearly doesn’t.