Hair Cut

on Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Yesterday I got my haircut. I really like getting my hair cut. I used to hate getting my hair cut. Anyone who has known me for longer than 3 or 4 years can attest to the fact that I used to go as long as I could without scissors touching my hair. That has all changed now, I am clean cut and I get a trim about every four weeks.

I officially have a woman who regularly cuts my hair too. Well, she has only cut it twice, but I plan to keep going back to her for haircuts. A while ago I blogged about my life goal of having a place know what I like to eat for breakfast and how I had achieved that goal. I have no achieved another goal by having a regular stylist.

The real purpose of this post is to propose the question: does anyone else hate their hair the day after they get it cut? I mean seriously, I can never make my hair look as good the next day. It generally takes me a week to get my hair up to par. I pointed this out to my stylist yesterday and she agreed with me. Her theory was that it takes hair a few days to get over the shock of being cut. I am not sure about the legitimacy of the theory, but I like it. It is like a whole community of people on my head. I imagine it would be shocking if once every four weeks a giant pair of scissors mowed down everyone I know. But people lack to the ability to re-grow themselves like hair, so I guess the analogy breaks down there. Anyway, the bottom line is I got my haircut yesterday, so I will probably be looking like a goof on Christmas day, but I should be looking good by New Years.

Thoughts from the Desert

on Sunday, December 21, 2008

Recently I have been spending time in the Word every day. I usually struggle to commit time to reading my Bible. I am very good at making excuses and filling up my day so "I don't have anytime to read the Bible." But lately God has been speaking to my heart and I have a renewed commitment to following Him and reading His book. This post is not meant to be all "holier than though," but instead to share some things God has been teaching me.

I just finished reading part of Exodus, specifically where the Lord leads the Israelites out of Egypt and into the desert (Exodus 1-16). God uses Moses and Aaron to lead the people, and the whole time the people complain. Their displeasure is especially evident after they cross the Red Sea and God crushes Pharaoh and his army. To the point God has proven on a number of occasions that He will provide for His people. Yet they refuse to acknowledge that God is looking out for them. They continue to complain to Moses. God hears the complaints of His people and provides them food in the desert. He provides manna in the morning and quail at night. And still the people refuse to trust the Lord, despite all He has provided for them.

My point here is not "oh, look at those stupid Israelites, always failing to place the trust in God." I am realizing is how much I am like the Israelites. God provides me with so many wonderful things in my life. I have a job, a college education, a loving family, a wonderful and loving girlfriend, amongst other things that are too numerous to list. And yet I constantly grumble with God for more: more stuff, more money, more everything. I am sad to confess that it isn't uncommon for me to think "if only I had _____ in my life, I would really be happy." Recently God has been putting it on my heart that He is all I need. Matthew 6: 25-34 especially speaks to this. God provides for the birds and the flowers, so why wouldn't He provide for me? Everyday that I take time to spend in prayer and in the Word, God blesses me in ways I did not expect. I serve an infinite God who is infinitely caring for His creation.

These truths are even more potent during the holiday season. This is the time of year when we stop to remember that God sent His only son to live and die as a man for our sins (or at least this is what we should thing during this time). In His infinite knowledge, God knew that His creation could only be redeemed through the sacrifice of One who was holy and blameless. That is infinite love. In my sinful state this is a truth that I need to remind myself of daily. When I lose sight of this ultimate truth, I start to fall back into my sinful ways. I have found by committing to spend time in the Word and talking with God helps me deny my sinful tendencies and serve the Lord in the way I was designed to. I need to remember the Israelites in the desert. God continually showed up and provided, but they failed to realize how much they were loved. In my sinful state I also fail to realize how much I am loved. God did the impossible in the desert, so why wouldn’t He show up and do the impossible in my life? It all starts with faith in His promise to provide for His creation. The moment you start to wholeheartedly believe in that promise is the moment His blessings flow out abundantly.

I Feel Like My House Is Burning Down

on Thursday, November 13, 2008

That's what my friend Ryan Zoradi told me over skype from El Salvador. I feel the same way. Tonight a wildfire swept through Montecito, destroying homes and parts of my college campus. I can't tell you how many memories were made on that campus, like my friend Lesley said in her blog, it is our other home. I go to sleep tonight with a very heavy heart and fear for the students who are spending the night on campus in the gym. I can't imagine a more terrifying scenario. I can't believe this is actually happening. Tonight my thoughts and prayers go out to Westmont and Montecito. I pray that God would protect the area and save what has not yet burned. I pray for the safety of the students, residents, and fire fighters. I am thankful that all my friends in Santa Barbara are safe and I pray the same if true for all those effected by this tragedy. If you read this, please pray.

Life Long Goal Complete

on Thursday, November 6, 2008

One of my dreams in life has been to show up at a restaurant and have the server say to me "the usual?" I always envisioned this dream would be fulfilled much later in life, after I had retired and moved to Florida or something. I would show up at the local diner for breakfast with a newspaper in hand and the waitress would say "goodmorning Dr. Brown, the usual?" And I'd say "yes" and sit there and enjoy my eggs, toast, hashbrowns, and coffee and grumble about how the world was going to pot.

Today I realized I can cross this goal off my life of things to do before I die a lot sooner than I had antcipated. I have been working in the emergency department at Littleton Advenstist Hospital since late August. For those of you who don't know, I work as a scribe in the ED. As a scribe, I assist the doctor in the documentation work, such as taking down notes on charts, entering orders, etc. Anyway, I usually work from 7:30-3:30. I have been making a habit of getting up a little earlier so I can get a hot breakfast at work. For a while I tried a couple things, but for the past two months or so I get the special omelet. It really is the perfect breakfast food because it hits all the major food groups. So I usually arrive around 7:10-7:20 so I can be a little early in the ED. For the past couple of weeks I have walked into the cafeteria and the woman working asks me if I want the usual. It is incredible. Being able to complete this life long goal so early in life is really exciting. Now I will have all kids of time later in life to complete other life long goals. Working in the ED has been a great experience so far, but the best part may be completing this life long goal, only time will tell.

A Minor Miracle

on Sunday, November 2, 2008

This past Thursday (October 30th), I decided to be spontaneous and book a flight to see Katie this coming weekend. Given some recent developments, I had to go see her. Side note: if anyone from the Menifee School District is reading this, which I doubt, you are bad people. Given your actions, I would not feel comfortable sending my child to any of your schools. Anyway, back to the point at hand. I jumped onto Southwest.com to look at prices. This was the first part of the miracle. I found a flight for this weekend under $200. I couldn’t believe it. If memory serves me correctly, the price of flights increase exponentially the closer the flight gets. I booked this flight 8 days out and got Southwest’s lowest price. Maybe the people at Southwest are just good people, or maybe I got lucky with the fares, either way, it was a miracle to get that price.

Now comes the second part of this minor miracle. This Saturday I had been planning on seeing a concert with my buddy Ky. We were pretty excited about this show. It featured Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest, one of the greatest REAL hip-hop acts of all time. We were supposed to see A Tribe Called Quest perform earlier this summer at the Rock the Bells tour, but they cancelled last minute because another emcee from the group, Phife Dawg, was suffering complications from his diabetes. So this weekend’s show was going to slightly redeem last summer’s mishap. In addition to Q-Tip, the show featured the Cool Kids, a hot up-and-coming hipster rap group. We were fortunate to see the Cool Kids and Rock the Bells and they tore it up. They performed on one of the side stages, so they had a smaller set, but still were hot fire. So this Saturday’s show was going to be awesome. But once I made the decision to go see Katie, I was presented with a dilemma. Visiting Katie took priority over the show, regardless of how good it was going to be. However, I still had an extra ticket and felt bad for bailing on Ky. We spent about a half hour texting in an attempt to figure out what to do about the tickets. Literally within seconds of reaching a final solution, I received an email informing me the concert had been cancelled and I would receive a full refund for the tickets. I read the email several times just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. After confirming that it wasn’t a trick, it became obvious that God wanted me to go see Katie this weekend. There is no other explanation for the way things worked out so perfectly. I believe in miracles, but I don’t think I have ever experienced one so obviously. All this got me thinking, maybe I will try to visit Katie on short notice more often…

Why I hate Ticketmaster

on Saturday, October 18, 2008

Last night I received a text on my phone from the local radio station. "Beastie Boys and Tenacious D Nov. 3 @ the Fillmore, tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10AM" the text read. I was thrilled. I have been listening to the Beastie Boys since I was in middle school. I have always wanted to see them live and this was the perfect chance. Plus Tenacious D is really funny, so it was like an extra bonus. I discussed this information with my best friend Ky and we decided I would wake up and purchase the tickets. 9:50 rolled around this morning and I jumped out of bed with excitement. I had actually woken up at 8:50 because I was afraid I would sleep through the release of the tickets. I did that once before with Rolling Stones tickets and vowed never to do so again. So at about 9:52 I was on the ticketmaster website continually refreshing so I could get the tickets as soon as they were released. Ten o'clock happened and I had three tickets reserved. I would buy one for myself, one for Ky, and one for another friend or to sell for a little more money. I continued on to enter my credit card information. According to Ticketmaster I had six minutes and fifteen seconds to do so. I am pretty efficient with my computer, know my information, and had my credit card info in front of me, so I would guess that it took me about 3 or 4 minutes to get all my information in. Then I clicked the finalize button with much excitement. I was immediately filled with terror when I was told there was an error and to go back to the event page. The Beastie Boys are kind of a big deal with a huge fan base. On top of that, they rarely play concerts so I knew I was in trouble. By this point it was about 10:15. I went back to the event page on Ticketmaster and searched for new tickets, but found nothing. I lowered the number of tickets from 3 to 2 then to 1, nothing. Then I got angry. I realized I am not put in a position where I will have to pay a scalper a premium to purchase tickets. Already on craigslist people are asking for $100-$150 a ticket. Unbelievable.

Today I was reminded of why I hate Ticketmaster so much. If you want to buy tickets for just about any major event, from concerts to sporting events to Disney on Ice, you have to go through Ticketmaster unless you are willing to deal with a scalper. But Ticketmaster is the primary seller of tickets, and they are an absolute joke. First, they always charge a bogus convenience fee on all tickets they sell. The tickets I was trying to purchase today cost $38, which is a pretty good price to see the Beastie Boys. But then there is a $10 service charge. That's over a 25% mark up, ridiculous. Also, the customer service is well documented as being a joke. Today I was so angry I tried to write them a complaint. But being the big corporation that they are, their customer service system scanned the complaint I wrote and offered several pre-made responses. I know my complaint was futile, but I just wanted a human being to read it and understand how mad I am at Ticketmaster. Unfortunately, I really enjoy concerts and sporting events. If I didn't I would never use their service again. But because of the monopoly they have set up, I am forced to. Why didn't they get slammed for monopolistic practices back when Microsoft was being sued? Anyway, I am really mad. I will probably tell as many people about it as I can today and then forget about it tomorrow. But I will be reminded when I have to shell out some extra dough to see this concert. Anyway, I just had to get this off my chest. The moral of the story is that Ticketmaster is evil.

For Better or Worse

on Wednesday, October 15, 2008

This past weekend I attended a wedding outside of Napa, CA. It was very nice, aside from being much colder than I had anticipated. The ceremony was beautiful and did a good job of reflecting the couple’s faith. Much of what was said reflected Christ’s marriage with the church. I really appreciated this aspect because I think too often today weddings focus more on the “happily ever after ideal,” and the reality is that is not why Christians choose to marry one another. It definitely focuses into the decision, but I think more importantly Christian couples should wed in order to serve and glorify Christ. Happiness will come when the couple is putting God first in their relationship. Anyway, enough on my thoughts about marriage, what isn’t the purpose of this post. Aside from the wedding I spent a day in one of my favorite cities, San Francisco, spent time with Katie and friends and Katie’s older brother, and enjoyed a break from work. Just a warning, the post gets a little long, but trust me, it is worth it. At the end you will think “that Mikey is one smart dude or that Mikey has really gone off the deep end.” But either way, there will be fulfillment for your diligence.

Being at the wedding got me thinking about relationships and such, and in my deep thought time I realized applying to medical school, in the most superficial way, is like choosing to marry someone. You are probably reading this, saying to yourself “wow, Mikey has really gone off the deep end. This medical school application process is really messing with his head.” But hear me out. Let’s start from the beginning. In the application process, the first thing you do (aside from getting good grades, volunteering, scoring well on the MCAT, and all that other stuff that you do to make yourself look really good) is fill out the primary application. This application is a common application that you can send to as many medical schools as you like. In terms of the dating-marriage process, the primary application is like saying “okay, I am ready to date. I have a pretty good idea of who I am as a person and I have an idea of what I want in another person, but let’s test that out. Maybe I will ask some girls (or guys, but for me it would be girls) out that I think I might like.” From there you kind of feel it out, figure out what you like and what you don’t like in people, and learn some things about yourself in the process. With the primary application, you fill it out and say “okay, I am ready to start this medical school application process. I have a pretty good idea of who I am, what I have done, and why I want to become a doctor. Now I am going to put myself out there and see if anyone is interested. These are some things I think I would like out of a medical school, so I will apply to medical schools that have that and then maybe some wild cards.” And away you go. So for a while you date and see if anyone gives you a serious look. Then it gets a little more serious, or so you think.

In the dating world, we call the second phase “dating.” This is when you start to get a little more serious. Instead of going on group dates, you take just one person out on a date. You might do this, say, once or twenty times with different people. It can go a number of different ways, but it usually a learning process. If you haven’t dated before, then it can be a little uncomfortable at times. You go out with girls (or guys, just so I am not being gender biased, but you know what I mean) and think “I need to make a good impression, but do I really like this person, do I really care, am I talking enough, am I being interesting enough, are they talking enough, do I have food on my face, oh Chinese food always makes me gassy this was a bad idea, now they are being really boring, I just want to be hanging out with my friends, okay good the date is over, but do we hug, should I kiss her, do I really want to do that, but I don’t want to be rude, maybe we will just do an awkward butt out or side hug, how long do I wait before I call her.” So yeah, you think a lot of things and it is exciting and terrifying at the same time, but that is dating in a nutshell. It goes very much the same way with applying to medical school. Once you send out your primary application, you start to get secondary applications back. On these, schools say “okay, that is all good, but we want to know a little more about you, please, tell us more, we are interested.” And this gets you really excited. You think things like “oh man, they like me! I really want to make a good impression, so I am going to work hard on these secondary applications.” But then you realize that medical schools are kind of, for lack of a better word, easy. What I mean is they are a bit of a tease, you think they really want to know more about you, but most send a secondary to everyone. And they do this because with every secondary application they charge a fee, usually between $50-100. And they now applicants a suckers and think things like “I need to submit ever single secondary I get to give myself a fair chance.” But that’s not true. For example, I applied to Stanford, I will complete Stanford’s secondary and pay their fee, but let’s be honest, my chances of getting in there are slim to nil. Not to discredit myself, but that is a fantastic medical school, and I applied there fully expecting not to get it. I think I just want to pay them $100 to laugh at my application. Anyway, this is making me depressed. Moving on…

So after dating for a while, you make the decision to date just one person, or as we call it in the business, being in a relationship. You narrow done the people you go out with to one (or a couple, if that’s your thing. But I hear doing it that way can get awkward and get you into big trouble. Plus I would imagine it would be hard to juggle several significant others. I mean I have a hard time remembering my own name sometimes, so how am I supposed to keep track of several other people’s names and lives. Anyway, I am probably getting in trouble right now and digging myself a hole. And the first rule of holes is stop digging.) Sorry, where were we? Oh yes, getting more serious. Anyway, in dating you decide “okay, I like this person; I will date just them for now.” And you do that for a while with no real expectations. With the application process, it isn’t as monogamous. Like I said, the medical schools are a little looser. So after they take a look at your secondary most go “Ew! No thanks!” (Valley Girl accent emphasized). But a few stick around. They say “I dunno you guys, he seems really sweet, I want to get to know him even better.” And their friends go “oh girl, you’re tripping. He is a D O G.” But, like I said, some schools have a soul and they bring you in for an interview, and the short lived relationship begins. An interview is like a quick, really awkward date. The people from the school ask you some more questions, you sweat a lot, and I imagine there is probably coffee, but no one drinks it because they don’t want to run to the bathroom in the middle of the interview. So you have your quick interview, which represents several months/years of dating, and then you wait.

In dating, the next logical step is a break up of an engagement. After being with someone for a certain amount of time (which is different for everyone) you can tell if you want to marry that person or end the relationship. Actually, not every one can figure this out, and end up staying with someone they can’t stand. You know those people, you see them at the mall or the grocery store getting in a fight over nothing. It can really be pretty sad. But anyway, for the sake of argument, let’s say you decided to get engaged. You think and pray about it, talk to the girl’s father, buy a ring, and orchestrate an elaborate engagement. And she says yes and it is glorious and then you start to plan a wedding. Well, the admissions equivalent to getting engaged is getting a letter of acceptance. That really is what engagement is anyway, a form of acceptance. But one or a few of the schools you have interviewed at say “yes, we like you, we really do, please come study medicine at our medical school. We believe we will both benefit from this union.” And it is glorious and then you start to plan going to that medical school. Some people get into multiple medical schools, the really smart people, and it is multiply glorious for them. And if you get into more than one school you have to decide “which school is the best fit for me?” But the argument breaks down a little bit here, so we will ignore that scenario.

So then you plan a wedding and then have the wedding and then live together as husband and wife. And there are good times and bad times. And you grow to know each other more than you could imagine or care to imagine, but it is good because this is the way God intended it. In terms of medical schools, you get accepted by a school, say yes, this is where I want to go, plan for it, move to that city if you need to, apply for financial aid, and start school. And it is a long time. Four years of class work, one year of internship, and two years of residence. And you grow old with being a student and it is good because that is the way God intended it, I think. And then you are doctor, an old wise doctor. (I know, that is the end. A bit of a let down, but I just ran out of juice and I think the parallels really end here and with each paragraph it became more of a stretch. But I had this idea in my head for a few days and I wanted to share it. Sorry it is so long.)

The Hardest Part

on Sunday, October 5, 2008

To my dedicated fans, I apologize for not being very on the ball about this whole blogging business. I promised one special fan in particular a blog update about a month ago, and it has yet to happen. I hope you can forgive me and not hold my shortcomings against me. It now seems too long to blog about my most recent trip to California, but I will include a few things. The trip was wonderful, one of the best yet. A long distance relationship can be a drag at times, with the distance and the not seeing each other for weeks, but it makes the time we do get to see each other that much better. The highlight of my trip was probably Disneyland. We had a pristine day. We went on Friday in hopes that we would avoid some lines because kids would be in school, and we were right. The lines were short all day; I think the longest we waited was 15 or 20 minutes. The weather was perfect, the rides were perfect, the food was perfect, and the company was perfect. It really could not have been a better day. The next day was pretty great too. We went out to Huntington Beach and enjoyed the sun. The water was a bit chilly, so we stayed on the sand. I also got to see my friend Bertram for a bit, and we ended the day with some shopping at South Coast Plaza, the craziest mall I have ever to, and a delicious dinner at Maggianos. All in all, it was the perfect vacation.

Since vacation it has been work, work, work. Being an adult really isn’t all its cracked up to be, with the working and financial responsibility and planning and what not. I miss my days of being a care-free student, when it seemed like the good times would never end. For any students reading this blog, be warned, the good times end, and they end quickly. That is why I am trying to get back into being a student. I am in the thick of applying for medical school. The application process is tedious. First you have to do a bunch of stuff, like get good grades and take the MCAT and have a lot of activities/community service/research/other stuff no one cares about to make yourself look good. Then you have to fill out a primary application where you sum up your entire life and motivation for becoming a doctor into about five pages. Then you send that off to all the schools you could picture yourself at; for me it was 18 schools. Then you wait until they send you back a secondary application. But every school is different; some send everyone a secondary application, and some screen applicants based on their primary application. For me, 10 out of 18 schools sent me back a secondary automatically. The best part about the secondary is it is really just a ploy for the medical schools to make money. You figure each school gets a couple thousand primary applications, then they charge about $100 for secondary applications, that’s a couple hundred thousand dollars they are making. I guess they have to pay those people who sort through the applications somehow. Anyway, after you send off your secondary application the school takes a look at the 10 pages that sum up your life plus your recommendations, and then decide do you have what it takes to survive medical school. If they think you might have a shot, they want to sit you down and have a face to face conversation with you. This is called an interview, the pinnacle of the application process. Every applicant says things like “if I could just get a couple interviews, then I will be happy.” That is a lie. What every applicant means is “if I get an interview, there is no way they can turn me down.” But that isn’t true either. I know people who have been interviewed and then turned down. I can’t imagine a more depressing scenario. Anyway, I am in the thick of the secondary application phase. I just submitted my first secondary yesterday to my top choice, Loma Linda. Attending Loma Linda, while costing a lot of money, would solve so many potential problems that medical school presents to someone in my situation, the long distance relationship thing we discussed earlier. So I am hoping and praying the people at Loma Linda like what they read and want to give me an interview, because then there will be no way they can turn me down.

Other than applying and working I am just looking forward to the times I will see Katie in the coming weeks. I will be reunited with her on Thursday. We have a little NorCal adventure planned with a day in SF and a wedding in Napa. It should be great, check back for a post on that trip. Now I should get back to work. I hope you all are doing well (the four of you who read my blog: Katie, Mrs. Miller. Lesley, and I am going to venture and say Sarah checks occasionally).

Put Your Stunner Shades On

on Thursday, August 28, 2008

So this has been on my mind for a few days. I ran it by Katie the other night, and I decided now is the time to make it public... I am officially getting into the rap game. After going to Rock the Bells last weekend and seeing some great acts (and one terrible act, Immortal Technique, they were terrible, don't even waste your time listening to a sample of their music on iTunes) I felt inspired to start rhyming. I followed this inspiration to download a program for my iPod touch which will enable me to make sick beats. Now all I have to do is write some rhymes and put them to beats and I am a rapper. My buddy, Ky, will probably be joining me on this venture. So watch out for us. I figure we will be featured prominently on MTV by around Christmas or so and a world tour coming early next year. You know, these things take some time. Also, if anyone has any suggestions for songs to sample, let me know. Sampling old songs is a major part of making a great beat.

Transition

on Sunday, August 17, 2008

So I am thinking about doing this blogging thing regularly. I read other people's blogs occasionally, like Lesley Miller's, and they seem so intelligent. They are always writing about important things or funny things that happened to them during the day. I think the thing that holds me back the most from blogging regularly is laziness. When I was in Europe I was very motivated to do things, and blogging was one of the few ways I communicated with the people I know and love. Anyway, I digress.

So several things have happened since my last blog post on July 17 (exactly one month ago, crazy). I spent the last week of July in New York City with my dad. One of his dreams was to see a game in Yankee Stadium before they tore the place down (at the end of this season). We had a great time together. We flew in on Monday afternoon and didn't stop until we left on Friday night. We saw two games at Yankee Stadium, an afternoon game on Wednesday and a night game on Thursday. Unfortunately the Yankees only lost one game. As baseball fans, we both hate the Yankees. It's kind of a rule that unless you are from New York, you have to hate the Yankees. But that isn't important. New York City is amazing. Well, Manhattan is amazing. We went on a boat ride around the city, a double decker bus tour, ate dinners in Little Italy and China town, rode bikes through Central Park, and I did a little shopping at H&M (which brought me back to my Europe days). It was a great trip and I had a lot of fun with my dad.

The day after I got back from NYC I started my new job. I am currently working in the emergency department at Littleton Adventist Hospital as a scribe. "What's a scribe?" you ask. Basically, I am a secretary for an ER doctor. I follow a doctor around on their shift, write information down on the chart when the interview patients, place orders (labs, x-rays, ct scans) for the doctor, check on the status of orders, communicate messages to the ER staff for the doctors, and get them food from the doctor's lounge. The best part of the job is I am being paid to shadow a ER physician. I get to see some really cool stuff, which helps fuel my drive and passion to become a doctor. I love going into work because every day is different and every day I get to see new things.

The biggest news recently is my MCAT score. I got my score last Monday. I did well, right around where I wanted to, above 30, which is good. Now I am just putting up the finishing touches on my application and I am hoping to get it out this week. Hopefully with my score and my experiences someone will give me an interview.

I think that's all I have for now. I am going to go work on my application.

How the time flies

on Thursday, July 17, 2008

Hello,
No one is probably reading this anymore, but I will post in the off chance that someone is (I am guessing Mrs. Miller might check occasionally). Anyway, it just struck me that I have not posted since January 10th, and now it is July 17th. Obviously, quite a bit has happened since then. I had a great final semester at Westmont, lived with three amazing men who taught me more than they will ever know, graduated college, moved home, bought a new computer, and took the MCAT. Today brought the conclusion of Katie's visit to Colorado. We had a great time, celebrating the end of the MCAT, going on adventures, hanging out with friends, etc. The more time I spend with her the more I realize I am truly blessed to be in a relationship with her.

For now I am wrapping up one job and starting another. This weekend marks the end of swim team. I have been coaching this summer, which was unexpected. I thought I had coached my last year two summers ago, but the opportunity arose this summer and I am glad I took it. In the coming week I will be starting a new job as a scribe at the hospital where my dad works. I am very excited to start this job. It will provide some extremely valuable exposure to the medical field. Beyond that I am continuing to live my life in Colorado, for now. I have found a church I like a lot and will be attending regularly, Denver Community Church. I have a small group of good friends here in Denver and hope to be making new friends in the not to distant future. I am also applying for medical school for a year from this fall. With all that I should manage to keep pretty busy, but I will plan on updating my blog more regularly.

Love and blessings,
Mikey

Life back at Westmont

on Thursday, January 10, 2008

After a month of rest and relaxation at home with my family, I am back in Santa Barbara to finish up my last semester at Westmont. Being back at school has been incredible. It took being away for a semester to really realize how incredible this place is. I always knew that Westmont was a wonderful place, but spending a semester away from it has given me an even deeper appreciation and understanding of the place I study at. Everything really struck me on Monday morning in chapel. I was greeted with so many smiling, loving faces. Westmont truly is a loving community of believers, and it is such a welcoming community. I am so thankful for all my friends, especially the friends who were not on Europe semester with me. It has been so good to spend time with them and learn about their semester and share about my semester. I am so excited for the coming weeks, to spend time with friends and with Katie and to finish up my undergraduate work and live life well and in a way that honors God. I will finish up on some final Europe posts in the coming week and put up some photos as well.
Love and blessings,
Mikey