Saving Private Finch

It's Remembrance Day in Canada today and I made sure I paid my respects by pausing for one minute at 11am to realize the enormous sacrafices that were made for the freedom that we take for granted so easily today. Final exams are approaching quickly in 4 weeks and it's time for me to buckle down and actually start giving a little more effort in studying. I still don't quite feel the pressure coming on yet. Maybe because I feel that med school is actually a lot easier than what I had to endure in my undergrad in Microbiology and Immunology and my Masters in Business Management. I was literally sleeping for 3 hrs and working almost continously during my waking hours for 3 week stretches while I was doing my masters program, rushing presentations and assignments to no end. I can't believe I survived that torture. The good thing is that med school doesn't feel anywhere close to that work load (at least for now).

My mom was cleaning out the roof gutter today and she accidently knocked a little bird down onto the ground. Upon approaching the little bird (it was a Finch), I noticed it couldn't fly away and only mustered enough energy to give a faint flutter. Having worked with saving and rehabilitating wildlife for 3 yrs (how handy), I placed the Finch in a tiny box, covered it with a blanket and brought the bird to the Wildlife Rescue Association of BC located near Burnaby Lake. There, I admitted the Finch and got a case number for it so that I could follow up on its status later. Later on in the day, I got a phone call telling me that the bird was just stunned, nothing being broken and managed to fly off safely. I've always had a soft spot for animals and have had an interest in animal biology. There is just something so fascinating about the diversity of life and the many forms it can take and I truly appreciate this.