A picture speaks a thousand words....photoblog by Jonathan Ditty
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Words can only go so far to describe the wonder that is Beersheva. Therefore, I have provided a sampling from her majestic scenes. Behold, a photo blog.
Last weekend, I woke up on a beach. Despite it being only 6 am and having wind-tangled hair and a mouth full of sand, it was magnificent. It’s a constant struggle to find a balance between fun and learning, to fight the nagging voice telling me to stay cooped up studying while also trying to squeeze in time to get my suntan/burn on while sitting, eating, dancing, swimming (and competitively winning at card games) amongst friends and Israelis at sunset on the Mediterranean. We are living in this beautiful country, after all, and when the opportunity arises to go camping on a beach or diving off a cliff or snorkeling in the Red Sea, we must seize it (YOLO, amiright?). So, we packed our things and headed to Beit Yanai, a beach 30 minutes north of Tel Aviv, and did just that. It was a glorious way to cap off the weekend after an equally satisfying visit to Tel Aviv. As part of our first year Global Health course, we have been split up into pairs and assigned various clinical placement...
In recent years, the practice of referring to someone as an ‘alien’ has been contested by articles in the New York Times (“Time to Retire the Term ‘Alien ’ ”), Salon (“Stop Calling People Aliens”), and Immigration Impact, to name a few sources. One of the definitions of the term, from the Oxford English Dictionary includes “unfamiliar and disturbing or distasteful,” so it is not surprising that many are calling for the abolishment of this term when referencing people. But then there is the pregnant alien of Bialik street in Beer Sheva: cartoonish, endearing, and a little odd, but more inviting than off-putting. Before seeing her for myself, I heard others refer to this pregnant alien and believed her to be a sculpture that was merely reminiscent of what was being described (something more abstract perhaps). When I happened upon her on a walk, I was thrilled to find out that, first, I am living in a city with a sense of humor, and that maybe this is the sort of place where being ...
First-year medical students at Soroka Medical Center Each week, we are divided into groups and dispersed to various settings throughout the city and in Soroka hospital for our clinical and global medicine interview rotations. They were supposed to begin last semester, but as classes were put on hiatus due to Operation Pillar of Defense, we are currently making up for lost time. A couple of weeks ago, I joined my group in the pediatric emergency department where a social worker took us on a tour of the facilities before we convened in a small room to meet our patients and interview their parents. Oftentimes when we do these interviews, the attending, or whoever our supervisor is that day, cherry picks the few English-speaking patients on the wards so we can talk to them in our native tongue. On this day, the social worker explained, she had been unable to do this, and more to the point, she expected us to interview the pa...
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