Monthly Archives: August 2008

I’ve been moved-in for about a week now, and things are just peachy. That is why Princess Peach is here — because things are just so peachy. Originally I was thinking of featuring James and the Giant Peach because that is more masculine than girly Princess Peach, but she caught me eye. That darn key-yootie (cutie)!

There’s really not much to say. College is cool. My floor is cool. The people are cool. Class is awesome. Studying is awesome. Square dancing was awesome, and so was the girl I square danced with. The weekend was cool. I got my PS3 on Friday, but did not bring it to campus. I also purchased a meal plan today so I will be able to eat soon; that’s a good thing. My room mate isn’t coming at all, and I was bummed about that. I suppose, though, that it’s rather nice to have the room to myself.

So that’s all peachy and such, but the best thing happened to me today. I started to drink coffee.

I was at the local Open Pantry ((Open Pantry at Marquette, in my opinion, is the best one-stop shop. I love the Tornados (not the actual storms, but the food.) )) and one of the employees approached me and asked if I’d like to join the free green club. I did, and as an incentive to join I received a free 16 oz. cup of coffee.

Neat, but I never drank coffee regularly, nor did I know how to get my own coffee. I sat down near the coffee machines to think, and I called my mother who promptly picked up and talked with me about life in addition to explaining her style of drinking coffee. I considered her input, finished my Tornado, and proceeded to get my free cup of coffee.

The cup was hard to get out; I had to use two hands. That was strike one. Strike two comes in two parts: 1) I poured cream (creamer?) into my cup first, thinking it was coffee. It was, afterall, called French Vanilla and that sounded like a very tasty flavor of coffee. 2) I spilled the cream (creamer?) everywhere because I tried to use one hand to pour it out. Now strike three was most painful. As I poured the hypercaffeinated coffee into my 16 ounce cup, I smiled absentmindedly thinking about how mature I was becoming. I came back to reality when I felt this warm sensation engulf the top of my right hand. How shocking: Coffee had run over the brim of the cup and was eating my hand.

I have to say, I am proud of myself for not dropping the cup, screaming, or making a huge mess. I just clenched my teeth and crinkled my eyes. Then I ran for napkins. I sipped the coffee and it tasted nasty; I don’t think I will be drinking coffee black for awhile. So I added some of what I now knew was cream (creamer?) into my coffee only to have some more coffee overflow and burn me. Ergo, I was not able to add much of that elusive French Vanilla cream (creamer?).

Distraught, I resorted to adding sugar packets. Two packets, I thought, would do the trick. Afterall, Lorelai never really added sugar or cream (creamer?) to her coffee. ((I have to check on this. Maybe she did. I should know this.)) Two packets was not enough. I added four more, and that was not doing what it was supposed to be doing. So I added two packets of granulated sugar packets because I thought they would be more powerful as opposed to the six packets of pure sugar cane I had added. With eight packets of sugar, the coffee still tasted like coffee. So I grabbed four or five more packets and stuck them in my pocket and jetted out of the shop because adding sugar packets, stirring, and tasting the concotion every few moments made me feel like a foreigner — which I technically was.

In my room I added the rest of the sugar packets, sipped some more coffee, and left for my biology lecture disapointed. After class I came back and enjoyed the rest of my cool 16 oz. cup of coffee. It was a little sweeter. I’m sure that it will taste better tomorrow when I: 1) Don’t add as much coffee as I did today. 2) Add some cream (creamer?) to sweeten the flavor.

I’m looking forward to it. It had better be free coffee everyday. I will be very mad if Open Pantry jipped me.

One more cool thing: My Math 25 Nature of Mathematics class only lasted about 25 minutes. I don’t know whether to celebrate. It was a great 25 minutes, but I imagine how greater it could have been if it was 25+ minutes. I suppose we aren’t supposed to know what-if, right? If we did then that would make reality even more bitter, since it is already somewhat bitter with the option of thinking,as opposed to knowing, what-if. Bitter like black coffee; blech.

Love to you, mynlieffs. ((Mynlieff (main-leaf) is Dutch for “my love”. I added the “s” to make it plural, but I am not sure if that is grammatically correct. It is also the name of my biology professor who is also the mother to one of my friends who I sent a letter to in the snail-mail today. I hope I spelled it right.))

I abruptly found out that Liu Xiang pulled out of the qualifying round for the 110m hurdles. Apparently he is nursing a very painful hamstring injury. He tried to race the qualifying round, but a false start proved too much for his leg. ((I think he would raced an average race if the false start hadn’t occured. But then I’m not sure if he would have been hot in the semifinals.))

The Olympics are pretty much shot for me now. I wanted to see Xiang, Trammell, and Robles race this Friday. ((Trammell pulled out of the games too because of a hamstring problem as well.)) Robles is the clear favorite now.

China put an awful amount of pressure on Xiang. Xiang is so relaxed though. I’m almost positive he didn’t let the pressure build up on him at Beijing.

It’s really too bad for the sport of hurdling. This Olympic race would have been great competition. Hopefully all three of these guys will make it to the London games in 2012, and perhaps before then too.

Today I was with Alison and Collier. Collier and I did some very quick shopping; you could actually call it scanning since we really just scanned the shops for any goods. Most of the total purchase was made at Target. Target is a great store — really. I love it.

After shopping we stopped in at BW3s for dinner. It was my first time and I was very pleased. I ate buffalo wings in spicy garlic sauce and blazin’ sauce. Blazin’ is the hottest sauce they have, and I was satisfied with the spice level. Spicy food is an addiction. It’s like my tongue is telling me it can’t handle it, but I won’t listen to my tongue. Adapt. You’re my tongue. My tongue is not a wimp.

Perhaps the best thing at BW3s is their trivia game. You compete with whoever joins in, and you simply answer a number of trivia questions within a time limit. You then earn points based on how much time it took you to answer correctly. I won the match right before we left. Collier pulled off a last-question victory over me during the first match. It came out of nowhere, and he is proud. I would be. It was like the Giants over the Patriots. Tantalizing.

Collier and I then played Brawl at his crib. I learned a lot because previously I had only used down-B as my primary attack. I had no idea what everything else did. At the conclusion of gaming, I said goodbye to Collier. It was probably the last time I’d see him before he moved out to college. One of my other good friends is moving this Sunday.

It’s surreal that all of this is happening. Most of my friends are staying in town, so there won’t be any real dramatic or sappy goodbyes — not that I plan on making my goodbyes that way.

Love the success of being the top score. You’re a gladiator my friend, and every time you enter that lecture hall, you be prepared to get blood on your hands and know how to take a few blows. With your pen as your weapon, never give up. College is all a game in the end. It does not test your knowledge, but your ability to adapt to a system. Kiss ass, but never show brown on your nose. But most importantly, help your fellow student every chance you get, for teaching someone the material means you have mastered it. Good luck.

Man. Have you ever heard college described in a more inspiring manner? That’s exactly how I felt during the summer term before my freshman year in college — like a gladiator. Perhaps this is the more nerdy side of me, but I don’t think so. This is the adult in me finally grasping what I dreamt as a child. This is where I turn my goals into achievements. This is where perfection is no longer a standard, but my norm. I don’t have a potential; I am unlimitedly capable.

We’re all meant for great things. We only differ in when we discover what we will become great at — our life purpose. Starting at Marquette University, I think I’ve merely begun to tap into my greatness. Winston Churchill: History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.

I am so ready for college (five days left!). College is a power source. Haven’t you heard? Knowledge is power.

My name is Will and I got a 45R on the MCAT. I currently have a 4.0 undergrad, 4.0 master’s GPA, and a 4.0 in my PhD GPA. In my free time I raise 2 abandoned children, volunteer 15 hours a week in a hospital, and spend every summer in South Africa working medical missions. Am I competitive for med school?

I found this sarcastic bit on the Student Doctor Network forums. It was under a topic in which the author invited guesses on whether he was competitive for medical school. I especially chuckled at the part that talks about raising two abandoned children in his free time. That always gets me.

For the future, I’ve decided to include a medical perspective to my blog. It’ll document anything pertaining to my admission to medical school while I am in college. Then when I am studying at medical school (( This would be huge, and hopefully it will be at Yale’s School of Medicine.)) I’ll document my studies and exposures there. Hopefully it will be an exciting course of events. I know I’ll be enticed. After all, this is what I want to do with my life.

This summer, before moving into Marquette University, I wanted to shadow my family doctor for a few days. I never proceeded to contact him or his office about that. Part of the reason was because I was lazy, but I think a larger part of the reason was because I only had about a two week window to fit it in. But now in thinking about it, I think I could have squeezed in a shadow visit, and I was only too lazy to work to squeeze one in.

Then let me provide an abstract on how I prepared for my medical career in high school:

  1. Attended a Medical Explorers meeting in which an anesthesiologist spoke.
  2. Applied to volunteer at the local hospital. Spoke to the coordinator and picked up required papers and received a required shot at the local hospital. Called the coordinator and left three messages ((The messages were never returned.)) that I had completed the required shot at the local hospital. Never heard from the local hospital. Went back about a month later to check back with the coordinator, but she wasn’t in the office, so I didn’t want to volunteer anymore at the local hospital.
  3. Spent many hours reading about the medical journey and life of doctors online through networks, blogs, and advice websites. Examples: Student Doctor Network, Best Premed, Med School Ready, Jeffrey MD, Missionary Doc in the Making, Vitum Medicinus, websites of my prospective medical schools (dominantly the Yale SOM website).
  4. Built a strong core in my sciences during high school — particularly in chemistry: Two years of chemistry (mainly inorganic — regular and AP), one year of organic chemistry, one year of honors physics, ((Worst class of my life, yet I still appreciate it. My teacher was incredibly smart, but I don’t think her style worked with me.)) and two years of biology (honors and AP).
  5. Applied for a leadership conference that concentrated on the medical professions, but did not follow through because of cost.

Now, I need to work on my clinical experience. I literally have none, and the bulk of the blame can be loaded onto my local hospital. I should have been more persistent ((As if calling three times isn’t enough.)), but seriously — it is very uncomfortable to leave three messages and not receive an answer from any of them. It’s like asking the girl you like to the prom — three times — and then being rejected — three times. Marquette is in an urban area, and I’m almost positive there will be opulent opportunities for me to volunteer and gain experience. I want to put an emphasis on any research I can do while in undergrad, too. Yale is very research oriented, and I’m almost positive that a significant amount of research is required to be admitted. And oh baby, I want to be admitted.

So research experience, and volunteer/clinical experience. I feel those are the two things I really need for to finish my medical school applications. There is, of course, the MCAT, but that can be taken care of with a strong work ethic. The same goes for the undergraduate GPA. ((I never wanted a 4.0 in high school, but I want one so bad now. There are two reasons why: 1) It’s college, and most of my studies will be directed towards theology. I love theology, and when you love something you love spending time in/with it. 2) Medical schools are known to look at the undergraduate GPA as part of the admissions process; sometimes a certain GPA is used to screen out the first wave of applicants. Therefore, in light and anticipation of Yale’s SOM being selective and using the GPA screening, I want to earn a 4.0 GPA.)) Most medical schools like to see that you are a rounded individual and have asserted or held leadership positions. This is what I’m planning to do in college outside of academia: Orchestra, Big Brothers Big Sisters, an intramural sport, Intervarsity or some other religious organization. I’m sure there will be other things too, but I feel that if I stick to what I mentioned in that list, I should be in decent standing with most medical schools. I am learning, though, that being decent isn’t chill with most pre-meds.

That’s all for now. I’ll be taking biology and chemistry this fall, and then hopefully following up with biology and chemistry in the fall too. That’ll be two courses down for most medical school pre-requisites. ((Two years of chemistry (inorganic and organic), a year of biology, a year of physics, and a year of calculus is recommended.)) This is going to be a fabulous ride like the rollercoaster — of love. Yeah, baby.

One more thing: I don’t want to be a cocky, brown-nosing, grade sucking pre-med; I want to transcend the pre-med stereotype. I want to work and earn what I worked for — and I know I am so capable of working for a 4.0. That’s my fire to aspire for perfection, baby. Yeah.

I’ve been looking forward to these games ever since I saw the last Olympic games. Let me share a story:

It was the summer of 2004 (obviously) and I was about to enter high school. My family and I were at the Wisconsin Dells, a popular Wisconsin vacation city. We were winding down for the night after engaging in the mainly water-themed activities of the day. The TV was on and we channel-surfed for a good channel to sit on. Good thing the Olympics were on or else we probably would have had to settle for the white noise of the local news.

It’s the most peculiar thing. The 110m men’s hurdle finals were being shown. I watched, although I really had no desire for the Olympic games. In all honesty, I just wanted to root for the Asian guy; that Asian guy won. Originally I had no intentions to pursue a sport in high school, but that changed that summer night. I was going to be a hurdler — no doubt.

And so that began my spiral into the hurdles, and that passion continues to the date of this entry (and hopefully further). I don’t know if I’m going to pursue sports in college. Perhaps I’ll watch the race this year and be reinspired. I’d love to continue racing, but we’ll see. I never watched the rest of the games outside of that summer night.

This was the first year I watched an opening ceremony for the Olympics. I missed it by two hours, so I saw only the parade and the lighting of the flame.

I was welling up throughout a significant portion of the ceremony. It’s just so beautiful. I think it’s the idea of the Olympics that really strikes a chord in me. The theme that China was trying to get at was unity — one world and one dream, I think. Like I mentioned in a separate entry, unity speaks volumes on my view of humanity. To see it “realized” and personified in the Olympics is so glorious. That’s how I want to leave my mark on the world. I want whatever I do in life to be similar, in regards to symbolism, of China’s opening ceremony for the 2008 Beijing Olympic games.

Here are just some other thoughts and comments I had while watching:

  • Precision. I heard my local news station describe the opening ceremony as that. If I had to identify any world culture with precision, I would identify the Chinese. That’s mainly because I think of their history with the martial arts; moreover, I’m sure that precision extends to other aspects of the culture too (i.e. acupuncture, maybe?). Precision, precision, precision. It is the difference and the mark of an educated man.
  • I cheered when I saw Laos. Rarely do I sense a nationalism within me, but for the few moments that Laos graced the screen I felt a new interest in declaring my ethnic identity. It then threw me into the thought progression of what do multicultural individuals do? Root for their Irish, Welsh, and German heritage? I wouldn’t like that, personally. If my allegiance is to lie somewhere, it will lie with one team.
  • The torch bearer who lit the Olympic flame was ballin’. He had balls to run around the inner-perimeter of the Bird’s Nest — and way up there too.
  • I wanted to see Liu Xiang carry the flag during the Parade of Nations, and I wanted to see Jackie Chan carry the torch. It does seem more fitting for Yao Ming to carry the flag, and former Olympic athletes to carry the torch. But I would have liked my way too.
  • I feel like I’m getting more susceptible to my emotions. I recall riding in the car with my family one day and wanting to tear up because it looked so nice outside (I was looking at a forest). But I think the beauty of the Olympics is worth tearing up for.
  • The Olympics are joga bonito. That 110m Men’s Hurdles is going to be so raw. Liu Xiang, former world record holder at 12.88s and the gold medal favorite, pitched up against Dayron Robles, the up and coming Cuban native who just recently broke Xiang’s record at 12.87s. This race is going to forge a new world record. Liu Xiang will win.

I don’t want to bore my audience, so this entry will be relatively short. These courses weren’t your basic summer biology and chemistry course. These were incredibly accelerated since we basically had half the summer term to learn whatever the teacher wanted to teach. This caused considerable stress on the learners part — especially in biology. All we ever did in biology were labs, and I never really grasped the concept behind the labs. It was neat and nice to do lab activities, but it’s nicer and neater when you can learn while “labbing”.

Chemistry was tight though. I was very thankful for the three years of chemistry I took at Brookfield East. ((Technically it is just two years of actual chemistry and just one year of organic chemistry. I didn’t learn much in organic either, but that’s a different story.)) I didn’t want to let that get to my head though. This was a very basic course, and I didn’t want to make myself think I am higher than it or better than it. Any help I receive, I will take. I never view myself above others in any respect. There is this nice quote from Eugene Debs that I read in the Marquette Freshman Summer Reading Project, Run:

Years ago I recognized my kinship with all living things, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on the earth. I said then and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

That speaks volumes on my view of humanity.

The chemistry course was basic stuff. I tried to stay enthusiastic and not let anything throw me off track. In the end, pride took the better of me. I didn’t do as hot on the final as I should have or wanted. Pride is a dangerous thing. It’s nice to have learned that first hand.