Frustrations and Volunteering

I can't believe it's June (mainly because it's still raining in beautiful Salem). Currently, I'm so so so so so frustrated/mad at myself for not practicing. Nothing seems to be going right (as it should be), but at the same time...none of my passages are getting better while the looming recital date gets closer and closer. Sometimes I wish I didn't care so much for music (I don't plan on pursuing it and by golly I won't be taking lessons at Notre Dame), but then I always stop and realize that it's just who I am. I love music (well, most music) with an undying passion. Poop. Hopefully tomorrow goes better because I've retired for tonight...probably a good thing.

On a happier note, I volunteered at Salem Hospital for the last time today. While things begin to end and I do "things" for the last time (the last orchestra festival, the last assignment, the last peanut butter and jelly for lunch, the last monday, etc) I'm always saddened with existentialist thoughts, but the hospital was a different story. Did I have some memorable moments in the trauma dept? yes, did I get another scholarship for volunteering? yes, but did I waste a ton of time? yes. There are certain volunteer jobs at Salem Hospital that either (a) should not be jobs for volunteers who for the most part are excited and interested in pursuing health care or (b) should be paid jobs...ie: filing, sanitation services, alphabetizing, vacuuming, "finding lost people," stapling, etc. I guess I can happily say that I volunteered for 300 hours at the hospital, but at the same time I vow to be much more aware of student volunteer treatment/torture when I'm a doctor. Many doctors around the hospital seem too busy to even look up and say "hello" let alone "thanks," and I'm promising right here and now on this blog that I will not be one of those.