It's late or should I say early? In any case, I was winding down from some exciting reading about polysomnography and EEGs. At the same time I was listening to the songstress, Jill Scott, when I came across this article about HMS suspending funding for the Primary Care Division.

My first thought was, "Dang, my friends in Cali were right". I'm going to be out here in Boston trying to hollerin' about wellness and prevention to an institution what totally doesn't want to hear it. After reading the article I felt hope. The author of the petition protesting the cuts is a MD/MBA candidate with the right idea. He is brought to light the need for HMS to lead in domestic primary care in addition to the work they do in global health, research and expanding general awesomeness. Highlighted was the need for outreach to medical students from day one to the time they are looking at residencies as well as working across disciplines to spur creativity and foster new leadership. I was thinking, "Hey that's just what I wanted get into when I get rolling".

I guess I didn't notice the wheels on my feet and the wind in my hair...I'm rolling already. This path with be a long one but I trust good times are to come.

Peace and love.

Making it OFFICIAL

Alright, let's get down with the get-down! Yesterday, I ran into a future classmate on campus. That was a real treat. We met at Alliance Weekend. It is a second look weekend targeted to the under-represented minority applicants accepted to HMS. From the subset of 2013ers I've met, I think we have a dope class. That pleasant experience offset an odd one from the night before.

I had a bizarre dream two nights ago. We are assigned societies but as of yesterday our class had not been made aware of our assignments. I was told societies weren't a terribly big deal, just a way to make the class feel smaller. There are friendly rivalries between societies, however. Anyway, in my dream the semester had begun and I was in a common area and students where talking about which society they where in. Apparently they posted what society you where in next to your name placard on your room door. This happened overnight or early in the morning and I didn't notice when I left my room.

So I get excited and race back to my room to see my assignment only to be dissappointed by which society I was in. Do I remember which it was...of course not. I forgot about it when I woke up but later that day a student mentioned societies and it brought me back to my dream.

Today, I received an email saying the society assignments have been posted. So let me say it for the first of many times: "P-Biddy, Stand up"! Yup, I'm in the Peabody Society (Pronounced pea-biddy according to Bostonians and Crimson associates). That's it. Now back to research.