Curly and I worked well together and were able to handle the moving without any difficulty. The physical labor felt good, and I began to once again appreciate muscles I forgot I had. I tried staying in shape by jogging while in medical school, but my weekend attempts at physical fitness left a lot to be desired.
I watched Curly's muscles flex as he loaded the furniture and equipment onto the truck. Looking at my own body, I realized the only part of my anatomy that was flexing was my flab.
We were able to accomplish the actual moving in a single day, but getting everything organized in the new shoe shop and apartment promised to take weeks. I liked Curly and felt his association with my father would be mutually beneficial.
Seeing how much …show more content…
It actually felt good to help him repair shoes again, and I found the physical work a welcome relief from the mental stress of marathon studying. I missed Lori, but I called her often and felt better just hearing her voice.
Lori's mother finally had her long-awaited surgery at the end of the month, and I sent both her and Lori flowers. For some reason, my return to Wilkes-Barre ultimately led to a new sense of relaxation, and I felt the urge to write poetry again.
With the flowers, I sent Lori the following poem:
....... I'll give you a daisy if you’ll try to understand that I wouldn't love you more by giving you a rose, or less by giving you a crude outline of a flower, fashioned from cardboard and colored with crayons. Someone else may promise you a grand chalet overlooking the Mediterranean, but such a present wouldn’t be entered into the Book of Time any sooner than the gift of a kind word, or well-spent smile, or silent wish. The world is made of matter, but matter doesn't matter – not really. Even in a world of opulence, there's nothing left to give once you've given yourself …show more content…
It felt good to be starting my second year at Keystone, and I hoped I had learned enough tricks during the previous year to see me through the inevitable low spots that were to follow. If nothing else, the subject matter of the second year promised to be more interesting than that of the first, dealing more with disease processes and methods of treatment than obscure biochemical pathways and anatomic variants.
The first day back at Keystone proved some things never change. Amid background noise furnished by the Applaud Squad, the other squads reassembled into their appropriate ranks.
As members of the Rod Squad gathered to compare their latest bird calls and tell their latest fish tales, members of the Scrod Squad swapped recipes, and members of the Bod Squad bench-pressed members of the Gnawed Squad. As the members of the Sod Squad discussed pork belly and soybean futures, members of the Cape Cod Squad reviewed snapshots of their summer excursions, and members of the Nod Squad circulated around the lecture hall, pretending to understand everything everyone else was saying.
It was interesting to see how the members of the various squads continued to be attracted to each other like iron filings to a magnet. It was even more interesting to see how members of the new first-year class had already begun to form their own
I watched Curly's muscles flex as he loaded the furniture and equipment onto the truck. Looking at my own body, I realized the only part of my anatomy that was flexing was my flab.
We were able to accomplish the actual moving in a single day, but getting everything organized in the new shoe shop and apartment promised to take weeks. I liked Curly and felt his association with my father would be mutually beneficial.
Seeing how much …show more content…
It actually felt good to help him repair shoes again, and I found the physical work a welcome relief from the mental stress of marathon studying. I missed Lori, but I called her often and felt better just hearing her voice.
Lori's mother finally had her long-awaited surgery at the end of the month, and I sent both her and Lori flowers. For some reason, my return to Wilkes-Barre ultimately led to a new sense of relaxation, and I felt the urge to write poetry again.
With the flowers, I sent Lori the following poem:
....... I'll give you a daisy if you’ll try to understand that I wouldn't love you more by giving you a rose, or less by giving you a crude outline of a flower, fashioned from cardboard and colored with crayons. Someone else may promise you a grand chalet overlooking the Mediterranean, but such a present wouldn’t be entered into the Book of Time any sooner than the gift of a kind word, or well-spent smile, or silent wish. The world is made of matter, but matter doesn't matter – not really. Even in a world of opulence, there's nothing left to give once you've given yourself …show more content…
It felt good to be starting my second year at Keystone, and I hoped I had learned enough tricks during the previous year to see me through the inevitable low spots that were to follow. If nothing else, the subject matter of the second year promised to be more interesting than that of the first, dealing more with disease processes and methods of treatment than obscure biochemical pathways and anatomic variants.
The first day back at Keystone proved some things never change. Amid background noise furnished by the Applaud Squad, the other squads reassembled into their appropriate ranks.
As members of the Rod Squad gathered to compare their latest bird calls and tell their latest fish tales, members of the Scrod Squad swapped recipes, and members of the Bod Squad bench-pressed members of the Gnawed Squad. As the members of the Sod Squad discussed pork belly and soybean futures, members of the Cape Cod Squad reviewed snapshots of their summer excursions, and members of the Nod Squad circulated around the lecture hall, pretending to understand everything everyone else was saying.
It was interesting to see how the members of the various squads continued to be attracted to each other like iron filings to a magnet. It was even more interesting to see how members of the new first-year class had already begun to form their own