So, with that, it’s back to the grind. Here’s the music I listen to while I study. ENJOY. 

2) Go to Delaware Greek festival

3) Study Heme/Onc for peds

4) Pick up contacts

5) Lindsay’s cowboy wedding party tonight

6) Start flickr account

7) Breath

8 ) Brush teeth

9) Get cheek pads for motorcycle helmet

10) Give away everything I can

11) blog entry

12) Figure out who wants to hang in San Fran on the 26th(reader, do you live in the Bay area?)

13) Phone date with Anna (?)

Side Note: Today I met a guy who made a meal for Tim Minchin… Shout out to my new friend Mosab

Becca: Ok. You should include breathing and eating so you have things to check off.

I said to the hipster , “Are you all right?”

The hipster yelled back to the driver, “You F-ing B–ch, you F-ing hit me!”

I said, “Hey hey, I think you’re arm is bleeding, do you need me to call someone?”

The woman screamed back  to the hipster, “I HAD THE LIGHT!…”

The biker said, “Thanks, I don’t think I broke anything.”

The woman continued yelling at him “You could have destroyed my car..”

Then I said, “Hey, could you stop yelling at him, you just hit him with your car.”

She looked at me, “Mind your own f-ing business you b–ch”.

So, I went to the deli, got tissues and a big bandaid. When I got back the woman was out of her car. The hipster and her were in a screaming match. As in where is Jerry Springer when you need him?  Somehow, two men had joined, and started defending the driver, I’m not sure how they got involved. I went to the hipster and gave him my handful of tissues and the bandage. One of the two guys yelled at me – “Oh, that is so F-ed up. You wouldn’t have done that if he was black…” Did I mention the hipster was white and the woman was black and the two men were from Puerto Rico?

“What? He’s bleeding all over the place. You don’t even know me,” I said.

“Yeah right, you wouldn’t have helped a black guy. You’re just helping him because he’s white like you.”

“THANK YOU!,” said the driver.

Then I lost it. I screamed to his face, “You d-ckhead, you have no idea what you’re talking about. I was an HIV tester in homeless shelters. I work at a hospital in Flatbush. You don’t know me, what the hell are you talking about?” (A piece of advice: Never lose your temper in a racially charged argument that really has nothing to do with you.)

The man said, “You dumb racist wh-re, why don’t you go back where you came from. You’re not welcome here! We don’t want you here. You hear me? YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE.”

So I told him “F- you” then left. And called the cops to report that there was a bike accident, and gave them the women’s license plate number. Then I bought a pound of cherries and ate all of them while I walked home, grumbling that I wasn’t a racist – he was the racist - until I felt sick.

The preparation for the exodus is in full force. On Saturday John Montrose and I are selling/bartering most of our earthly belongings. I have been trying to teach myself about the Vietnam War, since my US history classes only got to 1950 by this time of year when I was in high school. JM is encouraging me by calling himself Agent Orange. I told him that would be a great name for a pet goldfish I might get. I think I offended him.

On my to do list

- Get rid of almost everything I own

- see doctors

- get a bike helmet

- start a new blog

- get a T2i camera and an awesome lens so I can make movies

- Register for the boards, which I am probably taking in Malaysia.

- make an email list

- Don’t fail pediatrics

progress to follow….

Sent at 9:27 PM on Monday

‪Rick:  ‪hah why

‪me:  ‪it was awesome. there are patients and things to do

‪me:  ‪today I helped staple a kid’s head, did a bunch of strep tests, helped catheter a toddler, and learned a little bit about how to put a cast on

‪Rick:  ‪thats sick.

me:  ‪by the way, how awesome is Dr. S?

‪Rick:  ‪yeah for sure. he still weirds me out sort of. but hes great

‪me:  ‪yeah. I feel so motivated after his sessions. For a split second today I considered going into neonatology

‪Rick:  ‪i know i was getting that too. it is supppperr interesting. its like a whole different species

‪me:  ‪I know. except when I work with babies I feel like I’m a vet.

On Thu, May 19, 2011 at 11:20 PM, <Friend> wrote:

Every wedding is a cause to celebrate! Have a great time.

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On May 19, 2011, at 10:23 PM <friend’s boyfriend’s mom> wrote:

We’re going to a wedding.–The daughter of Allan’s cousin who came to Rachel’s wedding.  She’s 39  or 40 so it’s cause to celebrate.  Sorry we won’t see you.

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On Thu, May 19, 2011 at 7:20 PM, <Friend> wrote:

Thanks for letting us know that you will be on the east coast. Unfortunately, this weekend isn’t good for me.  What brought you?

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On May 19, 2011, at 5:15 PM, <friend’s boyfriend’s mom> wrote:

We’ll be in Boston this weekend.  Any chance that any of you would want to come in to see us?