The Bird in Flight

There it is, the hospital I will be spending the next four years in. It's definitely in a scary neighborhood, mere blocks from skid row, but it's also a grand old hospital. 21 floors, built some 75 years ago, with a dedication in the lobby stating that it was built so that the residents of Los Angeles will always have healthcare regardless of ability to pay (edit: oops, not just free healthcare, drat!). Now I'm the polar opposite of a socialist and I do view healthcare as a commodity, but the idealist in me is darn proud that I'll train here. As long as I survive the process, anyways, I think I'll be very happy in the end. Btw, I'm gonna have to learn Spanish. Easiest part? General hospital in Spanish is "Hospital general." Awesome!

Oh, and I dunno why I named the last post "part 1" since it's clearly part 1 of 1... well, I have a few more photos from oklahoma, arizona, etc, but none of them really came out all that well, unfortunately.