anna in med school

Wah-hoo-wah, wah-hoo-wah!  Uni-v, Virginia!  

Hoo-rah-ray, hoo-rah-ray, ray, ray–U-V-A!!!

Isn’t she beautiful?  There’s a reason she’s protected by the UN.

Remembering the purple shadows of the lawn,

the majesty of the colonnades,

and the dream of your youth,

you may say in reverence and thankfulness:

“I have worn the honors of Honor, I graduated from Virginia.”

It’s not everyday you get to attend a by-donation concert with so many of your obscenely talented musician-med student friends, playing and singing alongside physicians, PhDs, professors, and the occasional physician-professor child, either playing a violin concerto for memory while wearing an adorable sequin gold dress (which I kind of wish was made in adult sizes) or plucking a string bass that looked big enough to devour the small child.

Please excuse the pixelation…we’ll just call the photos “artistic.”

Not a particularly historic part of town.  Not a particularly talented photographer.  Pictures taken using a mobile phone and a shaky hand, on an unremarkable Wednesday in June.

Still.  Philadelphia, you so frequently take my breath away.