August 21, 2013
Today has been a day of beginnings.
This morning, I woke up to a backpack still stuffed with camping gear from our awesome SWEAT trip. I spent part of the pre-noon hours unpacking and cleaning up, sore but exhilarated from nearly sixteen miles of hiking in King’s Canyon over the weekend. SWEAT, which stands for Stanford Wilderness Experience Active Orientation Trip, was a fantastic opportunity to get to know many of my fellow first-year classmates at Stanford as we camped and hiked in the southern Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have so much to say about this trip, but since time is short and a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ll let these photos speak for now.
This afternoon, with my unpacking finished and my portfolio in hand, I entered a windowed hall and made my way over to a familiar-looking registration table. Glancing up, I recognized the thin, opalescent waves of a sculpture hanging from the ceiling above. I had stood beneath this sculpture only a few months ago while attending Stanford’s second look weekend, but at that time, I was still walking the blurred line that divides the pre-medical and medical chapters of life. As a new admit, I was still trying to decide which medical school to attend and did not yet have one to call my own.
It was different today. Today was the beginning of Stanford’s orientation program, the Transition to Medical School.
Today, along with all of my classmates, I call Stanford School of Medicine my home.