Decade in Review

Ella and Old MD Girl did the decade in review and they were really inspiring. While I’m a little late on this, I’ve been thinking about it for a while so I’m just going to go for it anyway even though it’s almost 2011!

2000 – I was a freshman business major at ACU. I was on the yearbook staff as a student life editor and really enjoyed it.  ACU was not really what I wanted or expected out of my college experience and I was truly unhappy, probably on the verge of depressed. I hated going to chapel every day and didn’t have many friends because my boyfriend was super possessive and jealous and I let him occupy all my free time. My roommate was nice, but couldn’t have been less interested in talking to me. Luckily, it wasn’t just me she didn’t talk to, it was everyone. No one ever visited our room because she ate so much tuna, but we had awesome neighbors next door and across the hall (not including the one girl in the dorm room on the other side of ours who played The Rose by Bette Midler on full blast every morning while she was getting ready.) That year I went on a spring break campaign to Canada and finally made some real friends who made me see how it was time to break up with the boyfriend. I did. That summer I got a job at a coffee house with my best friend, Rose. It was the best job ever.

2001 – Was a pretty great year for me, but definitely a difficult year for everyone.  I was still working at the coffee house, had study abroad at Oxford and traveled across Europe during the summer. My boyfriend was from Boston and I flew up to see him before school started and he showed me around his town. I was finally getting to see the world and realizing how sheltered my life was back in Abilene. I moved into a house with two of my coworkers who were just so amazing and fun. We had the party house and my life was just great and happy. I was happy with my major and tolerating my last two years at my university and really looking forward to getting out of school and into the real world.  All I wanted to do was see the world and make a difference. At my school, if you don’t have an engagement ring by the second semester of your senior year, there’s probably something wrong with you. I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was get out of Abilene as fast as possible and a man would slow me down.

2002 – Rose and I went to NYC for my 21st birthday and I just knew that was my city. The city was so inspiring and fascinating. I planned on moving there after I graduated in a year and becoming some high powered business woman, but we all know how plans work out.  During Christmas break, I took a Biology course in Australia. We scuba dived at the Great Barrier Reef, trekked the Daintree Rainforest, and chased the cute Aussie boys in Sydney, the best city in the world! That’s where I met my friend Kristina and co-author of Do It While You’re Young.

2003- Was a big year for me. I graduated from college and not having any job offers, decided I wanted to learn Spanish in Spain. So I packed my bags and moved to Barcelona for the summer. I had a boyfriend from Milan, Italy, and visited him on the weekends. We’d drive to Switzerland or hang out in Milan. I felt the world was mine.  While there I learned that my grampa, the man who had raised me on his own, had lung cancer. I started making my was back to the US reluctantly, stopping over in London for a couple weeks and debating whether I should go home. I figured I could always go back to London if I wanted. I returned to Abilene and spent some valuable time with the most important man in the world to me before he passed away. Once he left me, I knew that I was free to go anywhere in the world. I never wanted to be far from him because I knew my time with him was limited and it’s why I never left ACU to go to another school.  After that, I was offered a job by some family friends at their hotel in the Caribbean. Not having anything to keep me in the states, I flew out 3 days later with a suitcase and a one way ticket.

2004 – I got bored with living the island life. They call it Island Fever. I started looking for ways to get off the island and travel more. St. Martin is a haven for mega yachts and I started meeting the yacht crews from all around the world. They told me how much money they were making, where they got to go and how much fun they were having. I started taking classes to get my certification to work on a yacht, got a job on sailing yacht over the phone. I quit my job in one day at the hotel (it was already summer so things were slow) and flew up to New York City to meet my boat. I had never been on a sailboat in my life. The owners came on and we sailed up to Maine stopping in Newport, Rhode Island and some other coastal villages along the way. Every day was a new adventure. I saw whales and dolphins for the first time! I met Rockefellers and some of the other richest and most powerful people in the world. I was making more money than I ever had in my life. Life was fantastic. I traveled to Argentina by myself. My  boyfriend and I were supposed to go together but we broke up before so I decided to go anyway. Then I got the call that my mom had lung cancer and everything changed. When she died, I decided to change my life. I was living an awesome life, but had no direction. I knew after my mom died that I wanted to help sick people, help their families and wanted to go to medical school. I doubted I could really do it though. So I kept working on yachts for two more years.

2005 – I was still mourning my mom, and was trying to pack life in at the fastest rate possible. It actually turned pretty self destructive.  I realized that I had been to 4 continents and decided to get in 3 more before I turned 25. I went to South Africa and backpacked across it for 3 weeks. I learned to surf, went on safaris, and visited AIDS orphanages in Swaziland. I was stuck between wanting to go to medical school and thinking how much life I’d give up if I stopped working and traveling. I couldn’t bring myself to settle down just yet.

2006 – I was getting burned out of working on boats, and missed the few remaining family I had and was about to turn the pivotal age of 25. I went to Japan for my 25th birthday and started thinking about how to return back to Texas and start my “life” and get serious. I quit my job on the boat I was working on in Boston and drove from Boston to Houston where I had decided I wanted to live. Once I arrived though, I realized that the fast paced life I was living wasn’t how other people were living. I thought having a bachelor’s in business was enough to get a job while I tried to apply to schools to get my pre-reqs for medical school. I couldn’t get a job at all. I went from making tons of money and traveling the world to barely scraping by. Reality was setting in that this was going to be a lot harder than I expected.

2007 – I couldn’t get into a groove. I needed money and worked briefly as a personal assistant for a guy in Beverly Hills. It was an awesome job. He had a private jet and we flew back and forth between his houses in Las Vegas, Puerta Vallarta and LA. My heart wasn’t in it though. I wanted to go back to school and this job wasn’t going to mesh well. I went back to Houston and decided internet marketing was something I could do while trying to go back to school. After scoring a sweet job at Schipul, I considered working in marketing instead of going to school and thought maybe I should get my MBA instead because that would be so much easier than getting an MD.

2008 – I had an awesome job, was finally meeting people in Houston as friends and beginning to like Houston. I was beginning to realize that if I didn’t finally commit to going back to school, I never would. I applied to UH and got in and tried to start taking classes but just couldn’t manage to fit it in with full time work and the availability of classes. Money was a huge issue and I couldn’t figure out how I was going to hack it.

2009 – I finally got the push I needed to leave my job and concentrate on school. I worked and saved money during the summer to save up for going to school full time in the Fall. I met the love of my life at a time when I had decided that a relationship would be the most distracting thing while trying to go to school. In fact, it turned out to be the best thing for me because John actually balanced me and encouraged me in everything I did. So I started school in the fall, joined the National Guard as a combat medic to help pay for school, and started working in a chemical laboratory.

It took me an entire decade to start becoming the person I wanted to be. While my life on paper (or screen) looks like an awesome adventure (and it was) it was really more difficult than you may ever realize.  The decade was filled with a lot of second guessing, low confidence and fear. But I think that this next decade it going to be amazing and I’m ready for it!

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What I got my boyfriend for Christmas

MeatJohn loves to cook. He cooks for me every day and he’s so incredibly creative with the ingredients and all.  I hate cooking. I only cook when forced, so I really appreciate that he does it without me even mentioning it to him.  Since he got me an iPhone for Christmas, it was really hard to get him something equally as cool, so I thought, “John loves meat and loves cooking. I’ll get him steak!” Thus began my adventure in meat research and acquisition.

I decided on this gourmet meat from Chicago Steak Company. The box was delivered two days later while I was at work and John was at home. I get this text:

John: You have a big box here.

Jerri: Sweet!

John: It’s steak.

Jerri: It’s not steak.

I get home after work, and indeed, my box of steak had arrived. I quickly inspect the box to make sure all the contents are correct as ordered. Then I wrap the box and put it under the Christmas tree.

John gets off of work and comes to my house. The following conversation ensues:

Jerri: Surprise! I got your Christmas present!

John: Cool.

Jerri: Open it!

John: I want to wait til Christmas.

Jerri: No! Open it now!

John: What? You don’t want the steak to go bad?

Jerri: It’s not steak! Open it!

John: Fine. (He opens it.)

John: Oh look. It’s steak.

Jerri: SURPRISE!

John: Nice. You got me groceries for Christmas.

Jerri: It’s not groceries. It’s gourmet.

(I just realized everything I’ve said so far has exclamation points. I’m really excited!)

Needless to say, I’m the worst Christmas present giver ever, but at least I’ll be eating well for the next month and it’s all part of my master plan!

Thanks to sean dreilinger for the awesome pic of meat!

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Do It While You’re Young: A Travel Guide for the Modern Girl

Do It While You're YoungMy best friend, Kristina, and I have been writing Do It While You’re Young: The Travel Guide for the Modern Girl for about 5 years. Because you learn something new on every trip, DIWYY has been a work in progress and keeps getting better and better with the more traveling that Kristina and I do. We’ve also recruited a few other travel writers who contribute frequently reporting their adventures and unique stories from traveling. I wanted to invite you to DIWYY.com for more stories and advice on traveling the world. We’re also on Facebook at facebook.com/DIWYY. Happy Travels friends!

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Pink gloves!

Such a cute video! Love the ending with the janitor dancing and the story behind it. Apparently he’s been working there most of his life and has numerous experiences with loved ones having breast cancer. His dance is totally originally! All the others are choreographed.

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And it’s over

I was so totally depressed yesterday but today I’m over feeling sorry for myself. Just like I expected. I actually had an awesome day with the boy and his enormous family. No more hard knock life for me just some Jay Z. And a Jay Z song was on and a Jay Z song was on.

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I hate Thanksgiving (Christmas too). Bah humbug.

bah humbugToday marks the 5th anniversary of finding out that my mom had lung cancer. As I was sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner away from my family in the Caribbean in 2004 my grandmother called to tell me my mom was in the hospital and after doing some tests the doctors said she had lung cancer.  Then we ate dinner and I told no one. But I thought about it. And thought about it. And thought about it. Because what else was there to do? I decided that she would be OK. I flew home the next day on one of those medical emergency tickets. By the time I reached Houston the doctors told us that the cancer had metastasized to her adrenal glands, liver, was wrapped around her spinal cord and in her brain.  What could I do? So I thought about it and thought about it and thought about it.  I stayed with her during the night as she was drugged up on a cocktail of pain meds and hallucinated.  She would fight with me and ask me why I was hurting her and making her stay in the hospital. Then I had to go home and work back in the Caribbean where it’s fun and everyone is happy but I wasn’t. How could I be? There was nothing I could do. So I  thought about it and thought about it and thought about it.  I thought of how we could save her, I thought of all the memories good and bad I had with her and I thought about how when she died we would never have any memories ever again.

Grandma called me and told me I had to come home because the doctors said she was going to die.  So I flew home and sat alone with my mom in her hospice room on Christmas Eve and watched It’s  a Wonderful Life, her favorite movie. Ironic I know.

The next day she died. On Christmas day.

So forgive me for being selfish and hating Christmas music and not wanting to eat Thanksgiving dinner.  I know it’s depressing and if I could make it sound any less depressing I would love to know how because I have no idea how to ever love this season again.  Every year this story is all that I think about. The holidays are ruined for me and I’m afraid it will be forever.  Don’t tell me to go volunteer somewhere for people less fortunate than me because I will still think about it and be sad. Don’t tell me to be grateful for what I have. Who said I wasn’t?  Just know I hate Thanksgiving and Christmas and no matter how much cajoling you do I will still hate it. It doesn’t mean I’m an unhappy and depressed person all the time. Just the days of Christmas and Thanksgiving. After those days are over, oddly, I’m fine. Sorry for sounding so depressing. I just really had to get that off my chest.

(thanks to PrincessFroglips for the image)

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Fall down 7 times get up 8

The past week has been super stressful for me and I’m kind of at a loss of what to do from here. I got my third midterm back in Biology and unless something incredible happens like making a 120 on my final I’m ending the semester with a B. Old Jerri would have been fine with that but I’m not OK with that now. I’m never, never, never going to get into medical school with B’s. It’s just how it works. People with B’s don’t get into medical school. Then what will I do?

I’m not going to give up, of course. So I guess I’m really just here to complain about how inadequate I feel and how maybe I think I’m capable of doing a lot more than I really can. Worse than all of that is how I get so down on myself when things get hard. Why can’t I just be one of those people who presses on and never waivers or questions themselves? And if this is how I feel after only one semester of pre-med work how am I going to feel if by some act of God I do manage to get into medical school and start having REALLY hard work?

Becoming a doctor is my dream. I honestly can’t think of anything else I would rather do. The only other real dream I’ve ever had for myself was to travel the world which I did. But seriously, how hard is it to buy a ticket and travel? This is HARD. Hard. Hard.

My self-destructive thought process usually starts with me thinking about how I’ve made a mistake by going back to school but usually my reasoning leads me back to thinking that pursuing a dream is never a mistake. So here’s what’s going to happen if I do not make it into med school the first time. I’m going to get my master’s in public health and I’m going to apply again and again and again until I get in. And that’s that.

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Say Hey is on repeat

Sorry that these days I’m just posting my favorite videos. I’m sure that talking about Chemistry would be pretty boring. So, hey, listen to my favorite song of the moment!

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Starting Now

I want to crawl back inside my mother’s womb
I want to shut out all the lights in this room
I want to start fresh, like a baby in a sink
Scrub away all these thoughts that I think of you

So life moves slowly when you’re waiting for it to boil
Feel like I watch from 6 feet under the soil
Still want to hold you and kiss behind your ears
But i re count the countless tears that i lost for you

But before you finally go there’s one thing you should know: That I promise -

Starting now I’ll never know your name
Starting now I’ll never feel the same
Starting now I wish you never came into my world

I want to crawl back inside my bed of sin
I want to burn the sheets that smell like your skin
Instead I’ll wash them just like kitchen rags with stains
Spinning away every piece that remains of you

But before you finally go there’s one thing you should know: That I promise -

Starting now I’ll never know your name
Starting now I’ll never feel the same
Starting now I wish you never came into my world

It’s my world, it’s not ours anymore
It’s my world, it’s not ours anymore

Starting now I’ll never know your name
Starting now I’ll never feel the same
Starting now I wish you never came into my world

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Week two of being a post-bacc pre-med biology major at UH

Cupcakes with the Elements from the Periodic Table of Elements!I’ve gotten through two weeks of classes and have loved every minute of it!  Going back to school to pursue medical school has been hands-down the best decision I’ve ever made!

It’s been really, really hard. After sitting through all my classes on the first day I quickly realized that I hadn’t had any formal schooling in Calculus, Chemistry or Biology in more than 10 years!  It’s ok though. I’ll catch up. I don’t care what it takes.

P.S. I made a 100 on my first Chemistry homework!! (it only took me five times to get it right) :0)

(Photo from r.j.wagnerr on flickr. thanks!)

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