Saturday, August 9, 2008

WOW

That's all I can say after watching the Opening Ceremony for the Beijing Olympics. It was truly a spectacle to behold.

With over 15,000 performers and over 90,000 onlookers, it was over-the-top, colorful, awe-inspiring, and intimidating. China is the largest country to host the Olympics (Greece is the smallest country ever to do so), so expectations were for everything to be bigger and better. From the fireworks to the magnitude of people on the floor, they made me wonder if computers were used to create illusions, except they obviously didn't. I just can't imagine how much practice it must have taken to get such rhythm and precision as seen during the kung fu and acrobatic performances.


Zhang Yimou (the director of House of Flying Daggers) really over did himself. He managed to weave China's extensive, ancient culture into all of the spectacle. There were performances celebrating China's greatest contributions to the world (paper, the press, & the compass), Chinese music, Confucius, China's children, and China's bright future. Despite the artistry and splendor of the ceremony, my favorite part is Parade of Nations because it brings the world together while also acting as a geography lesson and fashion show (Best dressed: United States / Worst dressed: Poland). I learned about athletes' accomplishments and challenges as well as the amazing story of a Sichuan orphan, Lin Hao. This 9-year old boy walked alongside Yao Ming, China's flag-bearer, because of his heroism during this past May's devastating earthquake.


Only 10 students of his class of 30 survived when their school collapsed. This little boy crawled out of the rubble and then managed to save two of his classmates. Due to his stature, he obviously couldn't handle the flag, so Yao was called in to handle that. Lin carried a flag, too, but unfortunately, his flag was upside-down, which was funny and ironic, seeing as how China has spent billions on making sure everything is perfect. The only disappointing portion of the ceremony for me was the lighting of the torch. I mean it was cool to see Li Ning run around the top of the Bird's Nest, but it took too long. The best Olympic Torch lighting took place at the 1992 Barcelona Summer Olympics. Paralympic archer Antonio Rebello fires a lit arrow over the crowd and voila! Let the games begin!


P.S. Coca-Cola did a great job with this Olympic commercial. Very catchy and cute.



Thursday, August 7, 2008

A TWIST IN THE ROAD

Upon reading my friend Amanda's blog, I felt a compulsion to compile my own list of things to complete before graduating. For those who know me, I love making lists because lists serve as constant reminders to keep my eye on the prize. And what is that prize? Honor. Pride. Or maybe just the satisfaction that I made the most of my senior year. The more I think about graduating, the longer my list becomes, so hopefully I’m not getting in over my head.

  • Complete the unofficial graduation requirements
  • Participate and finish the Krispy Kreme Challenge at NC State
  • Run a marathon and qualify for the Boston Marathon
  • Explore and get to know Durham
  • Finish a pub crawl without dying
  • Head back down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras '09!
  • Attend tailgates at UGA and UVA
  • Go to at least 10 performances (e.g. shows, plays, concerts)
  • Complete the Bandito’s Challenge (Eating “El Gigante” Burrito)
  • Listen to more jazz at the Mary Lou
  • Go on at least one crazy road trip (Maybe a concert in Atlanta or Washington D.C.)
  • Immortalize my friends in photographs
  • Remember to have fun, even when stressed out of my mind (Thank goodness, I have amazing friends to deal with that)

Monday, August 4, 2008

LET ME COUNT THE WAYS

It’s 2:14 A.M. and sleep has yet to find me. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been two days since I left New Orleans because I am suffering from major withdrawal. Something just doesn’t seem right about me, and I believe it’s due to all the things I miss about the Crescent City.

I miss running in Audubon Park and seeing the island tree littered with swans, which presented an odd, but lovely sight. A summer of running in the park revitalized my love for running by showing me a community of fellow movers and an environment of tranquility that helped settle my thoughts. It offered me a refuge and served as a reminder of how lucky I was to be in New Orleans.

I miss Magazine Street with its multitude of shops, eating spots, interesting characters, and coffee shops. I enjoyed exploring its nooks and crannies, and a simple walk on it brightened my day. Slim Goodies is the place I will miss most because of its unique decor, servers, and delectable breakfast food. Where will I be able to find a sweet potato pancake in Durham?!

I miss dancing for absolutely no reason. I love how some Top 40 hits (e.g. Pocketful of Sunshine) have gained immense meaning to me, not from the lyrics or beat, but from experiences shared with others. After a NOLA summer, I definitely feel more uninhibited, leading me to do things I never would have done (e.g slip n' slide during a thunderstorm). Maybe it's something in the water or maybe it's just the knowledge that I will never have an opportunity like this in my lifetime. Whatever the reason, I have never felt so alive.

I miss the streetcars that rumble slowly along St. Charles’ Avenue. Though it was not my primary mode of transportation, I appreciated streetcar rides because they showed me the beauty of the Garden District and New Orleanians from many walks of life. They also provided a cooling breeze to combat the day’s heat and humidity.

I miss free jazz music. The city exudes jazz from its streets peppered with performers working for spare change to jazz at Wednesday at the Square, an event bringing people together after a long day’s work. Music is indestructible, and it lives on as a reminder of the city's rich history and the strength of New Orleanians. I also love how a simple tune can make you feel alive, filling you with the beat’s energy and encompassing you in emotions.

I miss the food. The food of New Orleans needs no introduction. Po-boys of many varieties. Crawfish étouffée. Bread pudding. Red beans and rice. All foods that will not taste as good if not prepared in NOLA. Of course, I also miss burritos from Juan’s Flying Burrito, Abita beer from The Bulldog, and iced coffee and beignets from Café du Monde.

I miss Ochsner Hospital and its constant bustle of doctors, families, students, and patients. Despite my annoyance with waking up at 7, I enjoyed my internship because it gave me a chance to work in many capacities from research to community service. It also reinforced my dedication to medicine and provided me with beneficial insights to help me down this career path.

I miss happy hours at Superior Grill with Suite 606 + 2. What do you get when you mix potent beverages with eight rowdy college kids? A free sombrero, strawberry sopapilla, and plenty of dirty looks from the other patrons. Both experiences, though somewhat shambolic, were filled with laughter and good food, and they really bound us together as friends.

I even miss the humid air which suffocated my pores and the uneven sidewalks which attacked me during drunken wanderings home. I miss the city and much more. It has enchanted me, both mind and body. On Saturday, I walked onto a plane to Ohio as someone very different than the girl who landed on June 1. After spending a mere eight weeks down there, I feel an indescribable connection to NOLA because it opened my eyes to a new culture, an alternative lifestyle, and a part of me I never knew.

Friday, August 1, 2008

A LONG TIME COMING

Many Sundays ago, I realized it was once again time to blog and as usual, I struggled to arrive upon a subject worthy of consideration. As I sat at Rue de la Course (a quaint, coffee shop located on Magazine Street) with others from the program, I asked out loud, “What should I write about?” “Me!” was the emphatic response from the three people closest to me. I figured those replies warranted an entry on the diverse individuals I have had the pleasure of getting to know these past several weeks. Ashley said it was odd that no one had written about the people on the program, so I guess I will be a pioneer and explore the many personalities encountered on the 6th floor. Of course what I write are merely basic character summaries, but hopefully, I have expanded on them since June 1 as my time in NOLA draws to an end.

My first interaction with everyone on DukeEngage NOLA was at our group’s workshop. Upon seeing them sitting around eating Dillo, I thought to myself, “This summer will suck.” I thought this because I did not personally know any of the people around me besides Shantel. They were strangers, just faces I had sometime seen walking to class, eating at the Loop, or studying in Perkins. However, as my close proximity to New Orleans has led me to embrace the city, my close proximity to those once-strangers has led me to embrace them as friends.

I would like to preface the following summaries by saying that I have the utmost respect for everyone on this program and that nothing I write below is meant to be sarcastic or offensive.

Suite 606: The DukeEngage Big Sisters + Sushi

Samantha – Despite knowing only one opera singer, she is my favorite. We have become close since Essence Fest when she gave me pin-curls, giving me a new look and a chance to get to know one another. We take cute pictures, which are many times cuter than pictures of two other NOLA folk. I love hearing her “whomp whomps” and “Not ____!” comments, and over many crazy nights/adventures, Sam has become someone whom I enjoy long, random-themed talks.

Shantel – I met Shantel sophomore year as we both worked as student trainers for the Duke Football team. If I could describe her in one word, it would be “fierce,” because she is such an independent and strong individual. Even though I know that she will always laugh at my “foolishness” or shake her head whenever I’m being “reckless,” she is a very caring person and I know that she will be there whenever I need a hug or someone to listen to me rant.

Candace – Candace is our group’s international traveler as she has been off this continent since starting this program. She always seems cheerful and bubbly, and very little (from what I’ve seen) phases her. She and I bonded over a game of I.O.T. (Inside, Outside, Tim), and despite a fierce competition concerning how photogenic we are, we’ve managed to stay civil and even disclose top secret information, most of which is extremely comical, to each other.

Sushma – I went on my first date in NOLA with Sushma. She and I are similar academically (BME/Pre-Med), and I appreciate having someone around who is an average enginerd like me. We have become friends the past three weeks through our love of making messes in the kitchen, and although we’re HAMs (our experiences can only be described as “sham-bolic”), we both still emphatically ask “Can we live?!” and wonder, “When’s the next rain?”

Suite 604: Home, Suite Home…

Margaret – Looking at Margaret, one would think she was just a typical southern belle, complete with a love of Southern fare and powerful Southern accent (Just ask the staff at NOMA). However, she did not earn the title of “Modern-day Scarlett” (O’Hara, obviously) without a reason. She can curse like a sailor when the occasion calls for it, and she is resilient as seen through her experiences of helping the students of LHA. Additionally, she is an immaculate dresser.

Felicia – This girl has tons of willpower. I know this because she has remained vegetarian in NOLA, not giving into local delicacies of po-boys and jambalaya. Major props must be given to her because she has escaped all DukeEngage shenanigans unscathed (sans the brownie-fire incident), making her the sanest person in the suite. She is also generous (Thank you for all the free pasta dinners/brownies and for helping out at Green Library), which is something to be admired.

Carla – She’s the program’s dancing queen and if I had her stamina, I would be dancing all night, too. Though we jokingly say that she has no filter, what I most admire about Carla is her blunt honesty. Sometimes all we want is an honest opinion, regardless what we want to hear. One of my unforgettable memories of this trip is of us dancing on stage with Big Sam’s Funky Nation, and looking back, she helped open up Chris Brown dance moves and New Orleans to me.

Suite 602: Instead of going to the circus, save yourself the money and venture into this suite if you’re looking for clowns. You can point and laugh at these fellows for free. Kidding. Maybe.

Tim – Let’s be honest. He’s just so vain. When he plays ultimate, he often catches himself staring at his bicep because the sweat glistens and helps define that muscle. Tim has been my personal trainer for the summer, helping to kick my butt back into shape after my sedentary MCAT period. Tim also has ridiculous dance moves, which he adeptly showed during the first group icebreaker, and I think he has a career in pop music. “I’m Tim Burns. What’s your name?

Luke – Though he ranks in the bottom 50% (#856) of my friend list, I have gotten to know this fellow marathoner pretty well, or at least well enough to know that he is denial (You are emo. Live it. Love it. Own it.). He likes sleeping, but also reigns as the caffeine king, downing coffee like a fish. He epitomizes carpe diem in his efforts to appreciate New Orleans to its fullest, and despite some quirks (e.g. bunnies), it is chill to hang out with him. Just don’t play him in Uno.

Ryan – In short, Ryan is a “big hunk of man.” I don’t know how he keeps the fawning ladies at bay because with one boyish-grin and blue/green-eyed glance, you’re thunderstruck. I appreciate his sharp wit, sarcastic, but engaging blog posts, and confidence because not many people can own a room quite like Big Bird (especially in DC Comics PJs). Though his basketball game needs some work (HORSE), I find comfort in knowing there is a man among the boys of 602.

Danny – Until a few days ago, my first thought concerning Danny was “Get this boy some milk!” From his mishaps, one would think he was a klutz. This statement is untrue in the context of life, because despite only being a rising sophomore, he has more life direction than many rising seniors. He is hardworking and dedicated to his internship; he has been spotted working on stuff for his internship after hours. Additionally, I am thankful for him introducing me to Dexter.

Suite 601: Potpourri + Baking Central

Lauren – As our group’s “Recovering RA,” it’s only fitting we made sure Lauren had her share of crazy moments, pushing her to jokingly say, “You’ve ruined me!” What is most unforgettable about Lauren is not her distinctive and ¬catching giggle or her big, blue eyes, but her caring nature as episodes from this summer have shown. Although we see wearing heels very differently (Her: Eh, heels / Me: The higher, the better), I’m glad we agree on two things: eyeliner and SATC.

Abby – This shirt describes Abby pretty well, hence why it is in her possession. Looking at her, one might think that she is prim and proper, but watch out! She is quite the deadly fighter as she attacks with her patented high-elbow offense from up high, which prevents even the most skilled combatant (e.g. Tim, a wrestler of thirteen-years) from retaliation. Additionally, she can strike some killer poses, and she can make men cower in fear with just one glance.

Britney – Britney is one of the most put-together people I have ever met. This characteristic covers everything from her daily dress (sans that pair of zipper-back Tommy Jeans) to her general way of carrying herself (e.g. her smooth handling of the recent transportation dilemma – Thanks for being a lifesaver!). I’ve never heard her say anything petty or unwarranted, which is a trait I strive to attain one day. She just epitomizes class.

Bonnie – Though people think Bonnie is a quiet individual, I have gotten to see the opposite. She and I have bonded over our mutual Asian culture shock experience upon getting to Duke during a meal at Café Maspero. We’ve learned that we also share other similarities (e.g. favorite Project Runway designers, Cheesecake Factory cheesecake) and despite her reserved demeanor, I have seen glimpses of Bonnie’s crazy side. Just ask her about rainy days and slip n’ slides.

Megan – I cannot believe I had not crossed paths with Meg before this trip because we share a fair number of close friends (The Brick?) In my opinion, Meg is the most outspoken, yet eloquent, person on this trip and she’s not afraid to tell you her educated views (Thanks to slate.com). I wouldn’t have survived this summer without our Gchat conversations, talks about “feelings,” and a three-letter word. NBD! Also, she makes wonderful chocolate birthday cakes shaped like hats.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

GOOD TIMES MARTINI

This past Tuesday I turned 21, the last “good” birthday, and as my friend, Adam, sarcastically wrote on my Facebook wall, “Sucks that you had to celebrate your birthday in New Orleans. I don't even think there are bars there. Oh well, hope it was good anyway.” Though I had the opportunity to mark my big day on the likes of Bourbon Street and various bars and happy hours, my experience at Hookah Café on Frenchmen Street ranks as the best day of my birthday week. Whether it was the people there or the general ambience of the location, the night was fun beyond words. It was marked by many laughs (“Let me focus like a laser beam until the saxophone player starts playing”), good music (supplied by the one and only Troy Sawyer), and good people.

Until that night, my perception of college social life was limited to the typical bar scene or club. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy my time spent dancing to such sweet tunes as “Wannabe” by Spice Girls with my friends, but it was a narrow-focused idea of fun. Since starting college, I have viewed socializing under the context of drinking as the norm, and I will unabashedly say that my college experience would seem incomplete without it because I would not have the friends or memories I do now. Though I always knew that there was more to college social life than late night cheese fries/Cosmic Cantina, PhotoHunt, and Shoots, July 19, 2008 marks the day I fully realized the classic simplicity behind good times.

Good Times Martini

Ingredients:
1 part Good people
1 part Good music
.5 part Legalized fun (e.g. hookah) - Optional

Directions:
Prepare a shaker full of ice, then add Good people, next add the Good music, next add the Legalized fun. Shake for half a minute or so. You should get a mild meringue on top when you pour.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT ME

As Sunday approached and arrived, I realized it was once again time to blog and as usual, I struggled to arrive upon a subject worthy of consideration. As I sat at Rue de la Course (a quaint, coffee shop located on Magazine Street) with others from the program, I asked out loud, “What should I write about?” “Me!” was the emphatic response from the three people closest to me. I figured those replies warranted an entry on the diverse individuals I have had the pleasure of getting to know these past six weeks. Ashley said it was odd that no one had written about the people on the program, so I guess I will be a pioneer and explore the many personalities encountered on the 6th floor. Of course what I write will merely be basic character summaries, but hopefully, I can expand on them as my time in NOLA comes to an end.

My first interaction with everyone on DukeEngage NOLA was at our group’s workshop. Upon seeing them sitting around eating Dillo, I thought to myself, “This summer will suck.” I thought this because I did not personally know any of the people around me besides Shantel. They were strangers, just faces I had sometime seen walking to class, eating at the Loop, or studying in Perkins. However, as my close proximity to New Orleans these past few weeks has led me to embrace the city, my close proximity to those once-strangers has led me to embrace them as friends.

I would like to preface the following summaries by saying that I have the utmost respect for everyone on this program and that nothing I write below is meant to be sarcastic or offensive.

To be continued...

Sunday, July 6, 2008

SEEING IS BELIEVING

Every week I struggle to choose a topic or theme on which I should focus my blog entry because there is the need to not only give my NOLA experience justice, but also the desire to entertain those who may happen upon my thoughts. Therefore, the more exciting the week, the more choices I have and thus, the more time is required to decide which subject provides the “right” fit (aka "What is the flavor of the week?"). This past week, I had the following options:

1) Health-care policy discussion (Pre-K & Post-K) over Thursday night dinner at Dr. Bronfin’s
2) Education policy in New Orleans over an alligator sausage po-boy and sweet potato fries
3) Friday night at the Superdome for Essence Fest ‘08
4) My thoughts on DukeEngage at the halfway mark of the program

During my free time, I often start blog entries, but whether it is due to time restraints or my general ADD behavior, the entries rarely see their endings. Therefore, I am left with fragments of sentences, thoughts, and experiences, making my time in New Orleans seem disjointed and incomplete.

In a way, I do believe my NOLA experience is incomplete. It’s shocking to me that I have finished my fifth week of DukeEngage. Where have the past five weeks gone? What work do I have to show for my time here? Who have I helped? I find this particular question alarming. I have seen little physical evidence of the work I meant to accomplish, and I fear my goals for why I came to New Orleans will be unfilled by summer’s end. As fun as it has been to see the historic sites and experience the rich culture, I feel there has been an unfair exchange between the Crescent City and me. Whereas I’ve gained a wide range of knowledge about the history, food, and people, I feel my contribution has been close-handed and insignificant in comparison. Since my visit post-Katrina my freshmen year, I have yearned to come back to see how much or little the city and its neighboring areas have changed. Upon learning of DukeEngage, I immediately applied to satisfy not only my curiosity, but also my interest in helping a beleaguered city get back on its feet.

During the dinner discussion at Dr. Bronfin’s house this past Thursday, the talk turned to how the role of local doctors has changed due to Katrina, the lack of primary care physicians and specialists, and the ineffectual method of reimbursing healthcare providers. The only factor I can impact is the second; it is well-known fact throughout the medical community that almost every health-related profession will show a shortage within the next ten years. Due to this statistic, Ochsner’s Knowledge Management (KM) and Academic Outreach (AO) programs has entrusted me to develop an online career exploration program to encourage local middle and high school students to pursue medical-related careers. The first step involves creating a collection of mini-videos highlighting different health-based jobs (e.g. medical coder, pediatrician, physical therapist), which will be available online. These videos will profile individuals from the hospital talking about their day-to-day activities, their career influences, and their occupational goals. Ultimately, the hospital hopes that providing students with an easy portal for healthcare knowledge will provide hope for a brighter future and inspire students to aspire for something bigger and greater than what they thought was possible.

This program is still in its early stages, and although I have interviews set up and understand it will take time to get this project off the ground, I cannot help feeling anxiety about its completion and success. I’m flattered that KM and AO believe in my abilities to effectively complete the videos, but I also know that a large portion of the project’s success relies on how well I make all the parts come together as a whole. Although it is impossible to say if local students will watch these mini-videos and gain motivation, something is better than nothing. Even if I learn that only one student was influenced by my work, then it will all be worth it. Yet, I still feel restless. I believe in “Seeing is believing,” so until I see the finished project, I do not see my worries going away. Eh! Responsibility is really a double-edged sword.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

HISTORY LESSON

Yesterday’s visit to the National WWII Museum was intense, poignant, and emotionally draining experience. As Ben, our tour guide, led us through the exhibits depicting the multiple stages of the last Great War, I was filled with a combination of extreme emotions. Although my great-grandfather died as a result of the war, I felt very little emotional attachment to the war. I knew the war’s historical significance, but I fondly thought of the war years as a romantic era involving epic love stories as depicted in multiple cinematic features, such as Pearl Harbor and Atonement. However, upon seeing images of dead and dying soldiers and hearing the audio commentaries of survivors, a wave of sadness and pride washed over me.

The image that most affected me was taken on June 6, 1944, or D-Day, and depicted the start of a month-long offensive known as the Invasion of Normandy. The invasion broke Hitler’s Atlantic Wall and marked a dramatic shift in the balance of power in Europe, tipping it in the Allied Forces’ favor.

Even though the invasion represented a decisive military victory, it came at an incredibly high cost. Soldiers were ripped down before they could even advance a few feet into the water or fire a shot. Even those who were slightly wounded died by drowning as they were dragged down by their overloaded packs, which weighed upwards of 150 pounds. Boats were sunk, leaving survivors clinging to their sides, and those who managed to make to shore were cut down by enemy fire, leaving the waters and sands red.

I cannot imagine the chaos in the waters and on the beach. I cannot fathom the emotions the Allied soldiers must have felt as they ran off the Higgins boats in the first assault landing at Omaha Beach. They rushed up the beach into enemy fire, speeding into almost certain death with the knowledge that they may never be coming home. No matter who you are, their courage is undeniable. Regardless of whether their bravery was due to self-honor, dedication to country, or loyalty to their comrades, I am thankful for their sacrifices because I know that without them, I would not be who I am today. The concept "freedom" was redefined by their actions, something that affects every generation since that time.

Additionally, the museum also made me think about my passions and loyalties. I know that in previous posts, I had mentioned my renewed dedication to pursuing medicine, but the challenges faced in battling disease, though by no means trivial, seem unsubstantial when compared to those faced by the soldiers portrayed. Would I still feel the same commitment if I knew that following this dream could get me killed, maimed, or mentally damaged/scarred? Though I know that there are many brave soldiers fighting for "freedom" all over the world, I cannot see the same scale of national dedication as seen before. Whereas in the past, boys of 15 and 16 were lying about their ages to enlist, today most 15 or 16 year-old boys would rather concern themselves with Halo and Grand Theft Auto. Issues of national security are better answered with the use of bombs and missiles, which obviously reduce human casualties on our end. However, some of the gallantry of the past seems lost in today's automated world, and I cannot help but feel sad thinking about its loss.

Monday, June 23, 2008

MAKING A DREAM INTO A REALITY

Ever since I was seven years-old, all I have ever wanted to be was a doctor. Much like how some children hope to one day grow up to become lion tamers or astronauts, my dream was to save patients, cure illnesses, and ultimately, change lives. My desire to practice medicine was idealistic, unfettered by the realities of pain and hardship. However, after participating in a buddy program at Duke’s Children’s Hospital last summer, I saw an incredible disparity in quality of life and experience. Seeing a five year-old boy pulling a portable I.V. drip as he walked down the hall stood in stark contrast to my summer memories of playing with the neighborhood kids. My experiences in the hospital changed me and gave me a sense of purpose, thus solidifying my childhood whim into a concrete goal. Therefore, I insisted on finding an internship that would help me achieve my childhood dream.

My internship at Ochsner’s Hospital has given me an opportunity to see the practical application of medicine. The first of my clinical rotations started this past week, and despite the short time I’ve spent shadowing, each moment has reinforced my desire to become a doctor. Despite the hardships, ridiculous debt, and immense time commitment, medical school has never looked more appealing because I know that it’s the door to my future. I spent Wednesday with third-year Tulane medical students and sat in during their morbidity/mortality lecture conducted by Dr. Finger, a Duke alum. Conversations involved not only medical treatments and terminology, but also ethics concerning the responsibilities of a doctor, who bears the burden of blame if something bad were to occur, and the best way of helping patients whose conditions go from bad to worse. I am beginning to understand that practicing medicine is more than just a career; in order to become a successful doctor, one has to take on a new mindset, philosophy, and lifestyle.

It is odd for me to believe that I have finally found something that I can unequivocally say I can dedicate myself so completely and wholeheartedly. I tend to over-analyze every decision I make, wavering with indecision, sometimes unable to come to a conclusion or result that gives me 100% satisfaction. Whether it concerns buying a shirt at the mall or deciding what to do in a relationship, I have always felt a slight sense of fear that maybe I made the wrong choice. But with medicine, there is no hesitation or doubt, and the feeling of complete contentment gives me both hope and motivation that some day, my childhood dream will evolve into a grown-up reality.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

BE NICE OR LEAVE

The sign read “Be Nice or Leave,” in the lit display case of some miscellaneous store near Frenchmen Street. The message was strangely ironic to me since just moments before reading the sign, two individuals in the street had blown a trumpet in my ear and yelled out racially insensitive words in my direction, respectively. I was caught off guard. The incident reminded me of an unpleasant first day of high school after moving to Ohio, in which two boys yelled derogatory names at me due to my ethnicity. During the ride home, I thought deeply about the use of the word, “nice.” Could someone be nice all the time? Can being nice hurt you? What defines an act of kindness? However, even as I write this entry, the last question leaves me feeling puzzled.

For the past several months, I had been cramming for the MCAT, and for fear of failing miserably and not getting admitted to medical school, I opened up to the idea of applying for Teach For America, a program used to situate recent graduates from elite universities into failing education systems. The idea of helping a child receive a better education was thrilling; I thought, “I can make a difference,” just like in the movie Freedom Writers. So when I learned my DukeEngage internship involved tutoring students at New Orleans Science and Math Charter High School, I saw it as an early opportunity to make positive change. However, the reality of my situation was a handful of rising juniors who had trouble with basic elementary math. I met a 17 year-old girl who had trouble adding two 1-digit numbers without a calculator and a 16 year-old boy who could not correctly describe a square.

I want to help these kids succeed and break out of the abject cycle of poverty. I believe it to be ridiculous that students had been pushed so far through the education system without regard for their future well-being. I was taught to believe that everyone deserved an equal education, which was obviously not the case here. When low standards are set, it insinuates that one’s limit can only go so high, thus resulting in wasted potential. Sadly in New Orleans, the bar is nearly touching the floor; the parish constantly ranks near the bottom in a state education system that ranks near the bottom in the US. Instead of raising the bar, large portions of the math test allow for calculator use, which have led math teachers to turn from the fundamentals to tricks and programs in a TI scientific calculator.

However, the students’ lack of motivation also makes me feel like I cannot affect change so why try? For two days, I tried to earn the students’ respect. Yet, the boys just pointed and snickered whenever I tried to get them to stop talking, and the girls rolled their eyes when I showed them geometry problems and tried to secretly text each other. I have caught myself thinking, “It’s your loss. Good luck on your own.” So back to the question of “What defines an act of kindness,” I believe that my time spent at the school is known as nice and good, but if some of my thoughts are uncharitable and marred with frustration and antipathy, aren’t I actually being mean and, in which case, shouldn’t I leave?