Nice little Saturday

Yesterday, I presented my capstone. My shaky voice was not too bad, actually. Immediately after that, I (along with 4 friends) met with the Senior Vice President for Finance and Administration for Johns Hopkins. To give another presentation. We talked to him about the health effects of climate change and why we think divestment from fossil fuel corporations is a good strategy for collective action to show trillion dollar corporations that leaving a healthy home for our children is more important than their profit margins. Anyway, our group did a great job, and the VP was kind, but it was also frustrating...bureaucrazy! (I actually meant to type bureaucracy, but the typo makes for an apt descriptor, so I will leave it!)

Fortunately, I got to drink a beer with two wonderful friends (Katherine and Jessica) afterwards. We went to Jessica's house (she's awesome--she's a medical student from northern California), and we got to see her adorable son Jack whose first birthday just happened to be yesterday! I've started getting really sad about leaving Baltimore and the fabulous people I've met here. I am so glad to have come here and to have met such inspirational people, and I can't wait to see what amazing things they all accomplish.

This morning, we went to the Papermoon Diner for breakfast with Chris's co-worker Grace and her boyfriend Derrick. It is a very eclectic place with delicious food--and I laughed so hard that I cried.(Grace lives in Alexandria, but Derrick had flown into BWI from Charleston to visit for the weekend, so they came to our neighborhood!)

{Papermoon Diner}
photo from route40.net

{Papermoon Diner}
photo from Tumblr

After breakfast, I headed to school to see more presentations! Today was the capstone symposium, during which most of the MPH class presented their projects--but some concentrations presented earlier in the week (including mine).

This evening, we're headed to Lancaster, Pennsylvania to see Dreamgirls! I can't wait to hear Bryonha sing this!

{a photo from Vickie & Dan's wedding 8/8/08--the last time I saw Bryonha.
She put up a good fight, but it's tough to beat a tall girl in heels.}
photo by LemonLime Photos

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