A single spotlight lit the stage as I stood front and center in a three-tiered theater with the audience cloaked in darkness. I sanguinely placed my foot on the stage’s black rubber floor and stepped into a graceful arabesque. The music began to roar and a surge of vigor erupted as my feet defied gravity. My arms pierced the air in perfect unison as I turned twice, then three times in a perfect pirouette. The music prematurely went silent...

“Stop it!” Javi yelled at me as he pushed me into the water sprinkles of Central Park, “Forget about the time.” It was 1: 07 PM - only 2 hours and 53 minutes left before our second dance performance. We still had to sign in, stretch, warm-up, retouch our makeup, and get back into our costumes; meanwhile Javi, Maryanne, George and Christine were climbing trees, eating frozen yogurt, and singing. I have lived in New York City for almost a decade, yet it was...

EXPIRED. Not dead, deceased, or even passed away. Chart 164832 was expired. I saw the patient crashing, and yet the nurses continued their conversation and cracked a joke here and there, while the physician preformed CPR. A few hours later, I was called to pick up the chart, empty the binder, and prepare it for a new patient that would be arriving shortly. It seemed as if I were the only one stirred by the death and lack of empathy. Working...

I would start writing my essays and supplements in the summer! August is the prime month to start thinking and doing research about...