Know before you go

Recently, someone from my high school class died. It’s always sad to hear about someone young passing away during, probably, the best years of his life (post-grad school, engaged to be married, etc). He had a name that was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember his face or anything about him. I googled his name, found his obit, and his blog. One of my Facebook friends wrote in her status that he was a good guy, but if someone who barely remembers him, like me, were to google him and find his online “legacy,” you’d have to think that this guy was not nice in the traditional sense. Calling some girl in a bar “a skank” and “fat,” and making fun of her is pretty low. It would be the lowest if her name had been revealed, sure, but this broseph just talked about how he analyzed her looks and she was ugly and gap-toothed, blah blah blah.

It’s too bad that people will have to remember his personality like this. Maybe he wasn’t a jerk in real life and his online persona was no indication of his character. And you have to feel sorry for someone who sounded so sarcastic and mean in something he put his name on. I hope the guy had some good times and was a nice person in real life.

Why I should keep my eyes on my own paper

I wrote about this lady blogger who is a nontraditional premed student, but I think I deleted that entry. I read her blog in reverse chronological order and the more I read, the more it made me feel sorry for her total cluelessness. Aside from the “Obama is a socialist” garbage, it was easy for a pre-med to want to distance himself from her after she posted what looks like a draft of her personal statement.

I read it. It was pretty bad. Maybe the admissions committees are made up of people who love that kind of garbage, but I felt gross after reading it. It was treacle-y, nonsensical, and, if I were on an admissions committee, I would wonder why we didn’t just put “common sense” down as a prerequisite. The story this woman tells is sort of grotesque. Some weeks after enrolling in a few student-at-large classes at the flagship campus of University of Minnesota, she encountered a black teenager with a knife wound in his leg. She asked what happened and he asked if she wanted to see it. She said yes and explained that she was in school to eventually attend med school. Then, it got worse.

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