What a wonderful world

All things considered, you know, putting aside all things, NCNM has
treated me well. I mean, where else can you go where you are
outnumbered (as a man) five to one by the most spectacular and
brilliant women. Where else can you practice Tai Ji on the NCNM lawn
(the parking lot) with fellow China travellers, newbies, and old
timers alike. Where else can we drum in and then out again a new
lineage of healthcare practitioners. Yeah, I like this place. With all
it's quirks and eccentricities, with the lack of communication that
makes the paper chase more of a marathon, with the spirit of newness
and future that binds us. Yeah, it's a pretty good place. Oddly, the
Josiah Failing building has passed the test to become an extremely
comfy home despite the excessive temperature fluctuations and lack of
GREEN GRASS. And yeah, we all have our memories of the Lair Hill Park
on sunny days with no shirt (for the guy) and tank topped studying.
Sure it was soggy and our pants got muddy but that is expected in
early spring. I revel in the days off, I take them as often as
possible and they always refresh my love for this campus, even the
stinky bike room where I occasionally walk in on a commuter in transit
from spandex to clinic clothes.
I hula hooped with the best of them, healed and was healed by my
guinea pig seeking classmates, I laughed at the absurdity of
professors wasting my time with songs about mitochondrion and I
laughed at absurdly hard tests that forced me to up the studying ante.
I cried about lost classmates, I cried about absurdly hard tests that
forced me to up the studying ante, and I will cry when I have to leave
the hallowed halls of the National College of
Naturalopathicalisticallyfabulous medicine.
- Nic B