I woke up to a massive headache.
I knew the city could kick your butt, but I didn't really know how bad. Last night was a blur. I remember getting on a bus, dressed to the nines, ready to go and hit the clubs. I remember standing on line for a little while and then finally walking into a large room filled with people.
After being offered a jello-shot, I only can recall a blur of colors. As I begin to rise from my bed, I feel the remanence of last night's quality decisions sloshing around in my stomach, threatening to be let loose.
I walk out into the kitchen and see that the front door is slightly ajar. My heels and my bag are scattered next to the table near the door. Jackie's dog bowl is flipped upside down in the middle of the room as well, signaling to me that she is hungry.
Then, at that second, the apartment and Jackie did not matter anymore. I felt my stomach charring, ready to remind me of my "night to remember".
I grabbed my crappy waste basket and lie down on my bed, hoping that the sickness would subside. After about a half an hour, I fell into a sleep induced coma. I dreamt that I had already become a doctor and that Jackie had a personal dog feeder.
I imagined that I grew up with several brothers and sisters and that my parents hadn't informed me of the existence of a sibling until a few weeks ago. It was a blissful dream.
Eventually I was re-awoken by my growling stomach. As I went to the fridge to get substance, I remembered Jackie. The poor girl must be hungry.
I went to scoop her a bowl of food, but she didn't come running immediately. Normally just the sound of me walking around makes her hyper and bouncing off the walls of the apartment.
I began calling her name...she wasn't anywhere to be found. Okay, calm down. Jackie is not Mitzy. It will be okay. she did not run off, and there isn't that much traffic here around Dreamwood to pass through...I ran down the stairs screaming her name out. "Jackie!!!!!!"
I knew I could get kicked out if someone figured out what I was really calling for but I did not care.
This would not happen again.
I ran out the lobby's front doors and was looking around frantically. I smelled meat cooking. If I were a dog, that is where I would go.
I ran down the street to the nearest restaurant. I came barreling through the door and asked of they had seen a mid-size dog running around.
A women cam out of the kitchen right as I entered. She smiled at me and motioned for me to follow her. As I scrambled through the tables and chairs, all I could think about was that this better be Jackie, and she better be alive...
Monday, January 26, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Moments of Diamond or Zirconium?
I woke up to the sun shining through the window onto my face. After a stressful week, I have finally gotten a chance to relax.
When I finished my breakfast, feeding Jackie and showering, I began cleaning the apartment to prepare for my parent's arrival. First the dishes off the table, then vacuuming of the carpets and finally the wiping down the kitchen. Everything looked spick and span.
As the last pillow was being straightened, the doorbell rang. I scrambled to open it, fumbling with the lock. I opened the door to see my parents for the first time in 3 months!
I showed them around my apartment as well as told them about my hectic life in this newish town. After talking to them in my living room for several hours, we went down the street to the pancake house.
I felt like I was 5 again, going out to eat with my parents for fun.As I gave them a tour of the town, we passed by the bookstore. A weird man was looking out the window staring at us longingly.
My mother, a book fanatic, wanted to rush in and discuss his writing with him. My dad and I, already knowing what was running through her mind, steered her away from the store and back towards the apartment.
As we walked by the fountain, we noticed a mom pulling her son out of the fountain. My parents and I begun to laugh, knowing that I had pulled a similar stunt when I was younger as well.
As we were walking across the street, a large truck drove up and barely stopped a foot from us, lurching a bit too close for comfort.
After regaining our poise, we walked back onto the sidewalk and into the apartment. As we were opening the door, Magdalene Kitch came storming out, glaring at me as if I had just broken something important of hers.
After a snarky comment from my father under his breath, we went inside, up the backstairs, to my apartment door. We sat back down in the living room. My parents gave me this look as if I was my 10 year old self again and needed things explained to me as simplistically as possible.
It was not like I was 24 and in medical school...They began by using the stereotypical phrase, "We need to tell you something". Well, this is great. Right after my life is becoming somewhat normal again, they are about to drop a bomb.
My father took in a deep breath and said, "you have a younger sibling".
After about a minute of silence, all I could ask was, "Where are they?"
At the same moment my dad opened his mouth to answer, we heard screaming coming from outside. Looking out the window we saw meteors crossing the sky.
We ran outside to get a better look. Standing in the middle of the street together, I knew my life was about to change again, but I knew, based on my progress of my independence so far, I could handle it.
After watching the meteor shower, we were all exhausted. We walked up the backstairs from wince we came. My parents walked into my room to go to sleep and I began to pull out the couch to sleep on.
As I did so, I noticed a newly strewn trail of golden glitter running throughout the apartment. I did not know where it was from, but I did know that this day had been filled with surprises.
It was a crazy and unexpected outcome for a day, but it contained many moments that would be savored forever, like little hidden jewels.
When I finished my breakfast, feeding Jackie and showering, I began cleaning the apartment to prepare for my parent's arrival. First the dishes off the table, then vacuuming of the carpets and finally the wiping down the kitchen. Everything looked spick and span.
As the last pillow was being straightened, the doorbell rang. I scrambled to open it, fumbling with the lock. I opened the door to see my parents for the first time in 3 months!
I showed them around my apartment as well as told them about my hectic life in this newish town. After talking to them in my living room for several hours, we went down the street to the pancake house.
I felt like I was 5 again, going out to eat with my parents for fun.As I gave them a tour of the town, we passed by the bookstore. A weird man was looking out the window staring at us longingly.
My mother, a book fanatic, wanted to rush in and discuss his writing with him. My dad and I, already knowing what was running through her mind, steered her away from the store and back towards the apartment.
As we walked by the fountain, we noticed a mom pulling her son out of the fountain. My parents and I begun to laugh, knowing that I had pulled a similar stunt when I was younger as well.
As we were walking across the street, a large truck drove up and barely stopped a foot from us, lurching a bit too close for comfort.
After regaining our poise, we walked back onto the sidewalk and into the apartment. As we were opening the door, Magdalene Kitch came storming out, glaring at me as if I had just broken something important of hers.
After a snarky comment from my father under his breath, we went inside, up the backstairs, to my apartment door. We sat back down in the living room. My parents gave me this look as if I was my 10 year old self again and needed things explained to me as simplistically as possible.
It was not like I was 24 and in medical school...They began by using the stereotypical phrase, "We need to tell you something". Well, this is great. Right after my life is becoming somewhat normal again, they are about to drop a bomb.
My father took in a deep breath and said, "you have a younger sibling".
After about a minute of silence, all I could ask was, "Where are they?"
At the same moment my dad opened his mouth to answer, we heard screaming coming from outside. Looking out the window we saw meteors crossing the sky.
We ran outside to get a better look. Standing in the middle of the street together, I knew my life was about to change again, but I knew, based on my progress of my independence so far, I could handle it.
After watching the meteor shower, we were all exhausted. We walked up the backstairs from wince we came. My parents walked into my room to go to sleep and I began to pull out the couch to sleep on.
As I did so, I noticed a newly strewn trail of golden glitter running throughout the apartment. I did not know where it was from, but I did know that this day had been filled with surprises.
It was a crazy and unexpected outcome for a day, but it contained many moments that would be savored forever, like little hidden jewels.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Not planned
The day started with a bang!
My eyes popped open and I jumped up out of bed. My alarm read 7:42. I ran to my dresser and grabbed a shirt and a scarf while hopping around, trying to pull up my jeans and put on my "fashionable"combat boots.
I ran into the kitchen while throwing my hair up into a messy bun, surveying the mess that Jackie just created. It wasn't as bad as it could have been...there were only a few books scattered across the floor and a table knocked over.
She stood next to the mess smiling and proud. I grabbed my old bag that also served as my backpack and stuffed in my neuroscience book. It was practically tearing at the seams but I refused to get a new one.
Maybe it is because I am spending all my money on medical school...or maybe it is because I am a stubborn creature of habit and refuse for my life not to go as planned, but my day is not going as planned.
I dumped some of the coffee from the pot into an orange coffee mug from the shop down the street. I still can't remember its name...I'll remember when I start to acclimate to this new town.
I ended up spilling some of the coffee on the floor and on my arm, but it didn't matter, it was lukewarm anyway. I looked over at Jackie as she stood beaming at her mess. I ran to the bag of half priced dog food and scraped the last few cups out, throwing them somewhere in the direction of her bowl and hoping it would make her tantrum subside.
Grabbing my keys and my phone next to the knocked over table, I ran out the door, scrabbling to get the key into the lock. Sprinting down the hall towards the elevator, jabbing the button a few times, maybe slightly more aggressive than necessary...after tapping my foot a few times with impatience I looked at my phone.
It was 8:03. I had 27 minutes to get to class. I ran to the stairs and practically fell down the five flights to the lobby of the building. I knew I looked like a ridiculous mess with coffee flying everywhere but at this point, I didn't care.
I saw the bus go by and chased it for two blocks until in came to a stop. I hopped on, sighing with relief. I knew going to medical school would be difficult, but I was going to prove to my parents that I was capable of the workload as well as living on my own in a new city.
Out of habit, I felt for my necklace. It was a small locket my grandmother gave me. Though there was nothing inside of it, it was still a reminder that my grandmother supported me, even if my parents didn't. It was my greatest source of comfort.
I placed it back under my scarf and waited four more stops until I heard "Daymar University and Medical School"over the bus speakerphone. Glancing at my phone it was 8:23. I could make it. I rushed out of the bus and dashed down the street.
At the corner of St. Charles Ave. and Gold Maple St., I saw the sign "Daymar University's Medical School". As I approached the building, I began rummaging through my worn out bag and pulled out my wallet.
I heard the beep as I swiped my card through the scanner and heard the click of the door. I ran to the elevator and slipped in just as the doors were closing. Glancing at my phone again, it was 8:27. I could not be still in the elevator.
Waiting for each beep as I approached my floor was agonizing. When I finally reached my floor for class, I ran out of the elevator and down to the end of the hall. In the corner room, there was a small plaque next to the door reading "Neuroscience-Professor Krenshaw".
I walked in casually and took a seat. The clock on the left wall of the room read 8:29. I released a stream of air and began to pull out my textbook, pencils and notes. The class lasted two and a half hours.
After extensive notes along with the questioning of each student, Professor Krenshaw dismissed the class. I walked down the hall from whence I came and calmly climbed onto the elevator. After leaving the Medical building, I proceeded to the bus stop and headed back to my apartment. After sitting on the bus for a few minutes my stomach began to growl.
I considered going to a restaurant in town but I was too exhausted from the lecture. I got off a few stops later near my Dreamwood terrace apartment in a tired trance. Somehow I make it back up to my apartment and unlock the door. Jackie comes to greet me, but I barely notice.
I drop my bag and keys near the still fallen table and stumble into my bedroom. Falling on the bed I sleep until I am woken at about 5:30 by the sound of my phone alarm.
Another reminder to get Jackie more food. This time I actually have to wake up and buy the food because the remains of her food were gobbled up hours ago from the floor.
Slowly, I get up and find my phone, keys and bag where I left them. Leaving my neuroscience textbook in my apartment, I put a leash on Jackie and sling my bag onto my shoulder. I lead her down the stairs and out the back door so that no one sees her.
If anyone does, I'll be evicted. We walk to the pet store down the street and purchase her food. Walking back to the apartment, I realize I have not eaten today. I sneak back upstairs with Jackie.
Do not underestimate the difficulty of this task. We arrive safely in our apartment in just enough time. Another neighbor opens the door just as Jackie races inside the apartment. I shut the door quickly and begin to make dinner.
As I am cooking the noodles, the lights shut off along with the stove and my hope of a warm meal. I open the fridge and find an old sandwich to eat. I sit down on the couch in my makeshift living room and think about the day.
Though it was not the best I'd ever had, I proved that I can maneuver my way in a big city as well as take care of myself. Sitting on the small couch with Jackie and my old sandwich, I don't wish to be anywhere else.
My eyes popped open and I jumped up out of bed. My alarm read 7:42. I ran to my dresser and grabbed a shirt and a scarf while hopping around, trying to pull up my jeans and put on my "fashionable"combat boots.
I ran into the kitchen while throwing my hair up into a messy bun, surveying the mess that Jackie just created. It wasn't as bad as it could have been...there were only a few books scattered across the floor and a table knocked over.
She stood next to the mess smiling and proud. I grabbed my old bag that also served as my backpack and stuffed in my neuroscience book. It was practically tearing at the seams but I refused to get a new one.
Maybe it is because I am spending all my money on medical school...or maybe it is because I am a stubborn creature of habit and refuse for my life not to go as planned, but my day is not going as planned.
I dumped some of the coffee from the pot into an orange coffee mug from the shop down the street. I still can't remember its name...I'll remember when I start to acclimate to this new town.
I ended up spilling some of the coffee on the floor and on my arm, but it didn't matter, it was lukewarm anyway. I looked over at Jackie as she stood beaming at her mess. I ran to the bag of half priced dog food and scraped the last few cups out, throwing them somewhere in the direction of her bowl and hoping it would make her tantrum subside.
Grabbing my keys and my phone next to the knocked over table, I ran out the door, scrabbling to get the key into the lock. Sprinting down the hall towards the elevator, jabbing the button a few times, maybe slightly more aggressive than necessary...after tapping my foot a few times with impatience I looked at my phone.
It was 8:03. I had 27 minutes to get to class. I ran to the stairs and practically fell down the five flights to the lobby of the building. I knew I looked like a ridiculous mess with coffee flying everywhere but at this point, I didn't care.
I saw the bus go by and chased it for two blocks until in came to a stop. I hopped on, sighing with relief. I knew going to medical school would be difficult, but I was going to prove to my parents that I was capable of the workload as well as living on my own in a new city.
Out of habit, I felt for my necklace. It was a small locket my grandmother gave me. Though there was nothing inside of it, it was still a reminder that my grandmother supported me, even if my parents didn't. It was my greatest source of comfort.
I placed it back under my scarf and waited four more stops until I heard "Daymar University and Medical School"over the bus speakerphone. Glancing at my phone it was 8:23. I could make it. I rushed out of the bus and dashed down the street.
At the corner of St. Charles Ave. and Gold Maple St., I saw the sign "Daymar University's Medical School". As I approached the building, I began rummaging through my worn out bag and pulled out my wallet.
I heard the beep as I swiped my card through the scanner and heard the click of the door. I ran to the elevator and slipped in just as the doors were closing. Glancing at my phone again, it was 8:27. I could not be still in the elevator.
Waiting for each beep as I approached my floor was agonizing. When I finally reached my floor for class, I ran out of the elevator and down to the end of the hall. In the corner room, there was a small plaque next to the door reading "Neuroscience-Professor Krenshaw".
I walked in casually and took a seat. The clock on the left wall of the room read 8:29. I released a stream of air and began to pull out my textbook, pencils and notes. The class lasted two and a half hours.
After extensive notes along with the questioning of each student, Professor Krenshaw dismissed the class. I walked down the hall from whence I came and calmly climbed onto the elevator. After leaving the Medical building, I proceeded to the bus stop and headed back to my apartment. After sitting on the bus for a few minutes my stomach began to growl.
I considered going to a restaurant in town but I was too exhausted from the lecture. I got off a few stops later near my Dreamwood terrace apartment in a tired trance. Somehow I make it back up to my apartment and unlock the door. Jackie comes to greet me, but I barely notice.
I drop my bag and keys near the still fallen table and stumble into my bedroom. Falling on the bed I sleep until I am woken at about 5:30 by the sound of my phone alarm.
Another reminder to get Jackie more food. This time I actually have to wake up and buy the food because the remains of her food were gobbled up hours ago from the floor.
Slowly, I get up and find my phone, keys and bag where I left them. Leaving my neuroscience textbook in my apartment, I put a leash on Jackie and sling my bag onto my shoulder. I lead her down the stairs and out the back door so that no one sees her.
If anyone does, I'll be evicted. We walk to the pet store down the street and purchase her food. Walking back to the apartment, I realize I have not eaten today. I sneak back upstairs with Jackie.
Do not underestimate the difficulty of this task. We arrive safely in our apartment in just enough time. Another neighbor opens the door just as Jackie races inside the apartment. I shut the door quickly and begin to make dinner.
As I am cooking the noodles, the lights shut off along with the stove and my hope of a warm meal. I open the fridge and find an old sandwich to eat. I sit down on the couch in my makeshift living room and think about the day.
Though it was not the best I'd ever had, I proved that I can maneuver my way in a big city as well as take care of myself. Sitting on the small couch with Jackie and my old sandwich, I don't wish to be anywhere else.
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