Tuqa Asedi, M1, Class of 2025
|The best part about running my little Etsy shop is taking pictures of the jewelry pieces and getting creative with it.|
Edith Sigler, M1, Class of 2025
|Quilling is a form of paper art that traditionally uses only paper strips and glue. I learned about it when I was very young at a festival in Ohio, but I never thought of it as something I could do. Several years ago, I was given a quilling kit for Christmas. It wasn’t until a very long Christmas break due to the pandemic last year that I started to learn how to do quilling. I loved it, and after learning some basic designs from a book, I started to try to make 3D objects based on pictures or real objects. The first thing I made without a pattern was a miniature mountain dulcimer for my grandma’s birthday. As a musician, I was careful to try to get the correct relative spacing of the frets. Now I love to make various quilling projects when I have time and give them to friends and family, especially those who I didn’t see much in the last year.|
Tiffany Killblane, M3, Class of 2023
|Lokus Corgus Maximus (that was his full AKC name) or Loki for short was my first dog that I got as an adult–I literally picked his floofy corgi butt up on my way from graduating with my bachelors degree and leaving Colorado to start my masters degree in Kansas. He was 7 weeks old when we headed to Wichita together. He was my best friend and rock through my twenties: bad decisions and bad relationships, moving into apartments with nothing but a bedroom set, me learning how to become a college instructor, him learning how to become a service dog and even fathering a few sets of puppies (which terrified him in much the same way having human babies for the first time terrify human adults).|
Sricharan Yadali, M1, Class of 2025
Last year I unearthed my parents’ old Pentax point-and-shoot that they purchased in the mid 1990s. Upon asking them about the camera, my parents told me about fond memories that they had using it to capture their first few years in a new and foreign land. To all of our surprises, it still worked! I quickly purchased some film and took the camera with me on family trips. When I got scans of my pictures back, I was astounded.
Trent Edwards, M1, Class of 2025
You’ve heard it said that no man is an island, but during COVID’s prolonged quarantine, it was difficult not to identify with that floating, isolated unit of life. As minutes turned into weeks, I found myself starving for the very sense of connection which Maslow postulated was a human need. When quarantine ended, I stumbled out into the world with a cautious desperation to rekindle relationships. I participated in conversations with vigor and listened intently. Yet, despite my enthusiasm, I still felt… distant. Sure, there was physically 6 feet of distance, but I found myself confronting another barrier. How could I connect with someone while half their face was covered?
Katelyn Schumacher, M4, Class of 2022
|I had the amazing opportunity to travel to Nepal in 2019 to take on the Everest Base Camp Trek. This entailed about a week of trekking and staying at teahouses along the way. The first photo was taken about halfway through the trek near Thukla Pass, which is where all memorials for those who lost their lives attempting the famous summit were located. Each one was made of stone and typically decorated with prayer flags. The second photo was taken of Mt. Everest. Seeing the mountain felt surreal and made the thin air worth it. At 5,364 meters elevation, the air was thin and landscape completely covered in snow and ice. Glacier water ran next to the base through the crevasses. The moment we made it gave me a sense of accomplishment, humility, and clarity.|
Alexandra Davidson, M1, Class of 2024Continue reading “Medical School in 2020”
Chao Wu, M1, Class of 2024
Chao Wu, M1, Class of 2024
In the spring of 2020 our lives were completely turned upside down. The pandemic swept across the world and many of our activities came to a standstill. Travel plans were cut short and we stayed closer to home. In those dire moments, however, many found escape in our very yards and neighborhoods. Continue reading “On A Pause North”