Thursday, September 27, 2007
Hope-less
And sad because even a win couldn't have lifted my spirits enough this week with school weighing me down. I'm so far behind.
At least tomorrow brings a fun birthday party. Good thing I have other people to provide my social life.
Also, I promised a post-Omaha update. Here's the skinny: I'm a super proud big sister because Mary rocks my face off and got two starts and two great games, had a great lunch at the boatyard, good times at Theodore and Wallace's, and the joy of watching the US blank England 3-0, lot of good it did them. All in all, good trip, put me WAY too far behind. Back to work.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Make a joyful noise
Last night I had my first night at the Warren Village clinic. We only saw one patient because it was a slow night, but I still enjoyed myself. I still have a lot to learn (or more like a lot to remember, because I already know lots, but I psych myself up and forget it), but it's amazing how much a difference a year makes. I worked with a first year student, and he did great, but it's encouraging to see how far I've come from that deer-in-the-headlights place. I felt totally confident in examining our patient and talking to his mom and grandma, giving shots, etc. He was super cute. I showed him the pupillary reflex on me (he was super interested in all of our tools) and he was like "Whoa! How does it do that?" He drew a cute picture of him being a cop when he grows up, and he wanted Spiderman bandaids for his shots. How could I want to do anything other than pediatrics? What a great job! I'm glad we had a slow night for my first time, and I'm looking forward to going back.
Okay, more after Omaha. Hope you're all doing well.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Whatever it takes
Mary got the start today, and I would very much like to rub it in Bruce's face that when he benches my sister, they lose, and when she starts, they win. At least other people took notice also.
"[S]ophomore transfer Mary Zapapas added two shots on goal in her first start as a Bluejay. 'I thought Mary Zapapas put in a good game for us in the midfield,'" (said head coach Bruce Erikson)."
So I'm watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition, only while I eat dinner, and of course, it's emotional. The mom was shot and paralyzed at about T3 (just below armpit level) while in the line of duty as an LAPD officer. Made me realize how many people sacrifice so much without any recognition. I'm happy to have a reminder every now and then.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Renewal
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Man will not suffice
I saw “The Jeweler’s Shop” last Saturday, put on by Theophany, a Catholic theater company. I’m wishing I had the play in front of me to read again, and again, and again. A member of the cast said it’s like Scripture—anyone can read it and anyone can get something out of it, but the more you read it, the more you get. Though I had read it before, and certainly got something out of watching it, I was grateful for their comments which they shared after the final act. The second act chorus talks about a fire which ignites with oil, but eventually survives on water, a water which we protect ourselves from by wearing “high-heeled shoes” (even Karol Wojtyla wasn’t beyond laughing at women’s obsessions). The problem is, the fire (love) can and must start with oil (passion), but must ultimately be fed by water (grace), which seems counter-intuitive. How can the two co-exist? Furthermore, we “protect” ourselves from grace by trying to close the gap between men and women out of fear or shame—in Teresa’s case, wearing high heels to make herself closer in height to Andrew—instead of trusting in our complementarity. I know, pretty heavy for something like high heels. What I’m trying to figure out is if our generation is truly deceived into thinking that passion and grace are opposed. Certainly we’ve been influenced greatly by Theology of the Body, which was of course written after this time. Perhaps this was the beginnings of an “adequate anthropology.” Too, I’m amazed at how one man knew so much, could be so much, and do so much. He was philosopher, poet, actor, playwright, outdoorsman, priest. I’m grateful for the influence he has had, for I truly believe that we are the JPII generation, having been encouraged, challenged, and believed in by one of the greatest saints to ever live. Nonetheless, like Christopher and Monica in the final act, we all have our own baggage, our own experiences of love and marriage and family and commitment, our own notions of passion and grace, our own fears about being too short without high heels, about not wanting to get our feet wet, our own desperate hopes for a future of love and forgiveness. “The future depends on love.”