Week one

The week of inductions and orientations. Isn't Week one just wonderful? You are technically at work or school but you are neither working nor learning. Instead, you are discovering where the coffee machine is or where the closest bathrooms are, you are saying hellos and making small talk to new faces, you are gathering a folder full of course outlines and what not paper, but most romantic of all, you are aspiring to perform marvelously on the work that lies ahead of you. Week one is made of handouts and dreams. It's tough work but it has to be done.

My week one consisted a lot of, "So, why did you pick Indigenous health?" It was tiresome and redundant to give the same spiel of, "Well, I find the culture and the people and the history so fascinating and sooo blahblahblah"

I couldn't truly tell you why I chose Indigenous health even if I tried. The natural attraction I have to the field has not one concrete reason, but it has formed from a mixture of my perceptions on life, people, humanity, world, peace, love etc etc. Perhaps, its the colour of my own skin and how it has implicated my life that draws me to such a field.

I know very little about the Indigenous people of Australia - apart from textbook or newspaper jargon. I, Komatosed in Week one of third year aspire to get a first hand experience in the community + learn some medicine over the next 8 weeks!!!