Tonight,

on this Sunday before the seventh week of medical school,

I feel like a man preparing for a long journey.

With chart in hand, I've mentally navigated the days and hours that await me:

Alphabet named cells and self-destruction are on the horizon,

scenes of disease and healing will emerge,

rivers of immunity will be waded through

and by the end of the week,

I will arrive at a greater understanding of the human body's adaptive armament.