Student Life

I slowly indulge

in the warm whispers

and tingling waves

that travel up and down

from around outside

 

Deep within

an impulse arises

bubbling my

cold red blood

November 17, 2017 — Two weeks ago, I volunteered in the student-run homeless clinic in downtown San Francisco. Having arrived early, my classmates and I practiced taking blood pressures on each other.

I am not exactly sure what setting nor what city I will end up in after I graduate from UCSF/SFSU.

Imagine a time when work hour limits did not exist, medical providers worked full days immediately after being on call every second or third night, and errors were made, sometimes with acknowledgement, but mostly without.

“Last year, I was doing this exercise where I would leave lab and then I would put a little tick every time I saw a black person and there were days when I would put only one and that was me in the mirror in the morning.”

UC San Francisco health professional students and White Coats for Black Lives (WC4BL) joined trainees, faculty, administrators, staff, and community members for a teach-in, featuring the

Something I always admired about my dad is his ability to talk at length on any subject. Even as I pursued my PhD, he would call me up to talk about an article he read on CRISPR or cancer therapy or he would email me links to journal articles he had read.

UCSF Graduate Students are superheroes. They conceive of, develop, and perform ground-breaking science. But that alone is not enough.

Originally published in Synapse - The UCSF Student Newspaper on Sept. 28, 1978 After listening to their professors and administrators call them “the cream of the crop” for several hours, what could this year's entering medical students do? They gave themselves three lusty cheers.

[Originally published in Synapse - The UCSF student newspaper on May 19, 1983] Those strolling through the UCSF lobbies can’t but have noticed the curious goings on by the Medical Science Building elevators recently.