I started taking creatine supplements this past summer after I had broken my leg in the winter and had lost a lot of weight due to inactivity and muscle atrophy. Physically, I wanted to get back to where I was before I broke my leg, but I also wanted to be bigger and stronger than what I had been before the accident.
On Nov. 2, a few of my classmates and I gathered at a bar to watch the election results. As red started to take over the map, the topic of conversation became the impending second term for Bush.
Last week was absolutely ridiculous. With four exams in five days, by the end of the week, I was at my wit's end.
Sitting in the library a few weeks ago, I saw the first small herd of the year. Dressed in freshly pressed suits, the anxious young men and women were guided through the Medical School by their fourth-year tour guides.
I had never really appreciated the importance of eating. Usually, I grab a quick meal at the hospital cafeteria and inhale it while reading the newspaper or the Internet before getting on with my day.
My mentor once told me there is a saying that before a resident finishes his program, at least one patient will have died as a result of the resident's actions.
I started hearing the echoes of the stomping of Birkenstock clad feet and the roars of approval from feminists the world over.
Since elementary school, good grades have been important to me. High grades were a means to an end -- going to a good college, receiving an academic scholarship and getting into medical school.
By persuading my best friend not to watch the ACC championship, I am absolutely certain that I prevented his horrible luck from costing Maryland the title.
Mr. Miyagi ran onto the matt, and slapped his magical hands together with a look of grim determination.
