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

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 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.

Born and raised in a physician's family, I picked up an early love for medicine and went on to pursue a physician-scientist program in medical school.

The Mosaic is a piece of writing I did to process the death of our classmate, Colin Alexander, earlier this school year.