phi delta epsilon

[sprinklethief]

i just got invited to join a co-ed frat...

no, it wasn't a joke...

and it was by an alumni...


i'm getting really wrapped up in the work i'm doing with the research team. it's not so much a team as it is each of our data being collected into a bigger conglomerate. the subject i worked with today had me in tears, man. there's so many needs out there that go unfulfilled. basic shit. shit we all take for granted even though we don't mean to. today i hugged all of my kitties tight. today i kissed my honey like i meant it. today i cherished that i'm free to walk the streets, and when i'm done i have a home to go to. today i've decided to do my part to help as many people as i can to do the same basic things. today i think i finally understand what it really means to be a doctor, and the important role you play in making... or breaking someone's life.

some of these people... all they needed was someone to care, someone to look at them like a person instead of a statistic. one guy in particular touched a heartstring when he talked about just wanting one person, just one person to look at him as if he were human.

why should you ever have to ask someone for that?

Comments

[waffles2poles.livejournal.com]

Ok, I know I don't know you personally but from what I do know of you, I can prettttty much tell that you're not the frat joiner uper ( I wish you could hear the cadence in my voice ).



" some of these people... all they needed was someone to care, someone to look at them like a person instead of a statistic. one guy in particular touched a heartstring when he talked about just wanting one person, just one person to look at him as if he were human."

You almost got me with that. I'm at work right now and can't really break down right now. But this is a sad commentary on human behavior.

Good question. We shouldn't.

Be well.

Late.

[paroxysm-cycle.livejournal.com]

i'm TOTALLY not the frat type. black hair, black nails, black clothes, metal-listening, jackass-stomping, shit-kicking punk bitch. that's why it's hilarious i was asked, yet i'm honored and almost even considering it because it would look REALLY good on my application to med school... but would that make me a sell out?


about that poor individual... the study i'm working with is based on "low-functioning" schizophrenia patients (some of them aren't even being treated, some of them are homeless and being interviewed in homeless shelters and halfway houses). the more i learn about patients, the more i'm wondering if it was a error on their physicians part. i'm quickly learning just by being in the psych department that a lot of these people feel that since they're in the field that it's okay for them to carry out the stereotypes. the crazy homeless guy. the psycho-hypersexual self injurer. they don't bother to dig any deeper, when really that's all it would take to save some of these people. it's sad, really, that you would push yourself through such intensive schooling just to abuse patients. i think it gets lost along the way that we are there to HELP and HEAL, not collect a fucking paycheck...

whew, didn't mean to spirt like that, i'm still a little raw, lol.

< /rant >

[greyyguy.livejournal.com]

I surprised myself in college and joined a fraternity. I was certain I wouldn't, but this was a co-ed service fraternity that helped out with the college music groups. It was a lot of fun and I made some good friends with it.

[skwyrm.livejournal.com]

man, I'd be dating a frat cham! that's not like a frat GUY or GIRL... but the prefix is the worrysome part...

we start getting some girls gone wild DVDs and I'll start worrying. keg parties, vomit everywhere. Loud Limp Bizkunt and Garth Brooks blairing from your scion...

THEN I get worried...