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Endings and Beginings

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    I cannot believe it is just about three weeks left for school to be over. Many things I participate in are already coming to an end. The On Ramp to Stem scholarship program that I have been a part of for about a year now will be ending next week. During the past year, we have been receiving lectures on the incidence of cancer from top scientists working at the National Institute of Health and other universities. In the past weeks, we did our own research on topics related to cancer and the group I belonged to, presented a paper on the over amplification of HER2 protein in certain Breast Cancers. It was an amazing program and I am sorry that it is over.

    This week during the GRAD finale I had a glimpse of what my commencement will be like. I got my robe, my Phi Theta Kappa stole and my honor cord. I was surprised to actually find out that some of my friends will not be attending the commencement ceremony. For me, I am very excited for that day because I will be seeing most of my professors and fellow classmates for the last time.

    When I tell people that I will be graduating in May, I always get the same question “Where are you going next fall?” Unfortunately, I do not have the answer now. I have heard back from six of the eight schools I applied to and they have all given me positive answers, but I do not feel ready to give them a reply yet. I know that financial packages are important so I am also waiting to see what they will offer me. Even though I am confused now, I know that in August I will be going to a school that will be best for me. I am always grateful when people tell me that no matter where I go to, I will be able to obtain the best from it. I know that too, so that is why I am patient to see how things will unfold.

On Assistance from my (True) Companions

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I thought that this would be yet another boring week with little inspiration. In some ways, it was - no major events occurred. But in other ways, it was one of the most significant ones to me.

Being an introverted/reserved person, I tend to be an over-thinker (that's putting it mildly) and a worrier. Lately, I've been anxious about my dad's health, homework, transferring, and a host of other issues. I have a hard time not worrying or being concerned about major life stuff, but in the day-to-day, it wears on the mind and spirit.

I was having a particularly difficult time focusing on Wednesday, and it was preventing me from accomplishing what I had to do. I texted a couple of girls from my church and even though they have me some words that I really didn't want to hear, they were necessary. I saw them both later that night (when their sage advice had been able to sink in and I was able to ponder it), and I was able to express my gratefulness. Not only were they able to exhort me, but I was able to encourage them about difficult circumstances going on in their lives, also.

Now, I'm the first to joke about being a loner and not needing people, but the fact remains that we humans are social creatures. In our self-centered, media driven society though, you would hardly believe it. So many of the things we do are alone - texting, Instagram, YouTube, Facebook, etc. While alone time is also great and needed to maintain one's sanity (or lack thereof), there is much to be said for a handful of friends. Not yes-people who make you feel good 100% of the time. Real, true, love-you-in-the-midst-of-your-worst-tantrum, wipe-off-your-snot friends. Just my 2 cents.


Kimmie's Thursday Tune: (The Beatles | With a Little Help from my Friends)

Racing for the Cure

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Hello Friends,

It’s tax day and the weather is quite gloomy, but hopefully you have still had a good day, despite all that.

As promised, I’m here to tell you all about my weekend at the Susan G. Komen Ocean City Race for the Cure. 

We made it to Ocean City Saturday afternoon and spent some time getting our accommodations worked out and exploring the boardwalk, and the weather was great. Race morning was chilly, but it warmed up fairly quickly. The atmosphere was amazing. Survivors in pink and supporters in white and pink, the entire boardwalk area was a sea of pink shirts and breast cancer ribbons, including the businesses all along the race route. There were also live bands set up at various points while we were running, just playing and cheering for the runners as they went by. There were tons of people there, and everyone was so friendly, even though no one really knew anyone else. There was a survivors parade, the 5k race, and a 5k walk, for those not particularly athletically inclined who still wanted to be involved.

I highly recommend events like these. There's a little bit of something for everyone, even if you just want to volunteer. And, of course, you get to support a great cause. All in all, this Ocean City race raised over $116,000. It’s amazing what we can do when we all band together.

Until next week,


This week, have a go at this: Suvivor, Eye of the Tiger (they always play this on the loudspeakers before races start)


Murky Monday

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I used to be a black and white thinker. 

There was right and wrong and nothing in between. But the older I get the more liberal and understanding I become.

Among my group of friends I’ve always been known as the motherly figure. I’m nerdy and prudish and I’ve never wanted to change. Especially when it comes to drugs.

But once I crossed the threshold from high school to college I started noticing small changes in my “just say no” mindset. For example:

In high school a lot of my friends started smoking cigarettes. I used to make fun of them and tell them that it was gross. But eventually I became so desensitized to it that it didn’t really bother me anymore. A few months later I was trying them myself. And although today I’m not a smoker by a long shot, my “oh my god smoking is the devil” outlook is less clear. And cigarettes were just the tip of the iceberg.

They always tell you that only a small percentage of kids actually do drugs. Don’t give into peer pressure, they say, you might be surprised to know that it only feels like everyone is doing drugs. But it’s been my experience that the surprise stems from meeting someone who hasn’t

I would say that about 75% of the people I associate with has, does, or is at this very moment smoking marijuana. Out of my five best friends from childhood two of them smoke cigarettes on a daily basis. All of them have drunk alcohol. Nerds take adderall, jocks take steroids, hipsters take ecstasy. Heck, I know people that do cocaine—recreationally. Shamans have been using hallucinogens for years and Native American’s smoked tobacco way before the colonists arrived. Indians brought traditional hookah into mainstream culture. The average American drinks about 3 cups of coffee per day. In recent years, medical marijuana has been legalized in more than 20 states. Anyone can buy things like Ibuprofen and Robitussin over the counter at CVS.

And despite all that exposure I’m still pretty anti-drug. My personal views haven’t changed all that much. Drugs aren’t for me—and when they get out of hand I agree that they shouldn’t be for other people either. But until then I feel as if people have the right to make their own decisions (for better or worse). Saying that all “drugs are bad” seems to blame the drug as opposed to the person. It’s not drugs that are ruining lives; it’s the people that abuse them.

Happy Monday.



P.S. I know this is controversial post. Feel free to add your comments below. I’d like to know whether or not your thoughts are lost somewhere in that murky grey area with mine.


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