Anatomy in Action, AKA Dancing

Contemporary Reel

Jared Alexander Mazurek, M3, Class of 2022

Here are a few short clips of some of my older work as a dancer. These videos were put together some time ago, and they include excerpts from various pieces. The videos are separated into specific types of dance. Unfortunately, I do not have as much video documentation of my newer performances, but I am happy to share some of the videos that I have with everyone. 

 

Throughout my dance career, I performed in many styles, including ballet, contemporary, modern, jazz, tap, aerial silks, lyra, and bungee. I even starred in a few musicals and taught certain styles of dance as well. I definitely miss that feeling you only get from being on stage! I hope you enjoy!

Sam’s Club

Shiv Dalla, M2, Class of 2023

Spring

Vy Le, M1, Class of 2024

Surgical Reflections

Stefano Byer, M3, Class of 2022

The profession of medicine is one bejeweled in accolades. Walk into any physician’s clinic, and brandished on the wall are diplomas, awards, and validation. This décor is both of pride in one’s accomplishments and as a subconscious drive to authenticate one’s medical capabilities.

This framed décor is façade.

The I.V. River

Stefano Byer, M3, Class of 2022

I am Mrs. A

Grew up in Kansas City

north, by the river

I held on to life

lifeblood coursing through my veins

through ups, and through downs

Seemingly Sisyphean

Stefano Byer, M3, Class of 2022

Now, halfway through the crux of medical school that is third year, I often sympathize with Sisyphus. I begin each week with new people, new patients, new criticisms, new stresses, new stories, new lessons, and once I’ve finally adapted…the next week beings—the stone rolls down the hill: I begin anew, and I love it (unlike Sisyphus).

A Brief Hx of Daucus Carota, As Read to the Admissions Committee

Linzy Kirkpatrick, M2, Class of 2023

Genetic modification is the process of altering the DNA of an organism. A process, of selective cultivation for traits deemed to be beneficial, beautiful, robust. In the hands of harvesters, what was wild becomes commonplace; countercurrents of cuisine built upon sturdier eats and thicker meats and drought-resistant grains, passed down to become culture. Somewhere along the way, an errant hand plucked up a root —forsooth! his plan turned humble purple or white to yellow, then orange.

Room for More

QeeQee Gao, M3, Class of 2022

“Maurice Johnson is a forty-one-year-old male who presents to the clinic with a chief complaint of chronic left leg swelling. His leg swelling originally started two years ago….”

As the medical student’s voice droned on, all the attending could hear was her stomach rumbling from the missed breakfast that was overtaken by her toddler’s stubborn choice of apparel. She was in a purple phase and insisted on only wearing purple. But the prior day’s laundry load sat forgotten in the washer and had set off a morning of unnecessary tears and uneaten breakfast. 

Pinion

Vinamratha Rao, Class of 2028

fresh red streaks in the snow-white bank

seeping through fabric stretched across her back,

scored for each round after round

 in this mouth of hallways eating a tail of rooms.

1077: Slowly, They Will Know the Truth

Anonymous

I am almost always numb. When I can feel the pain, though, it takes control over all five senses.

Mostly my hearing. All of the others—except, I suppose, touch—become nonexistent. My vision is reduced to flashes of light and dark, obscured and blurred through tears. There is no taste or smell.