Things that keep me up at night, blog edition

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By Isabelle Capell-Hattam

Panic

You’re halfway home when a thought enters your head

And all of a sudden you’re filled with dread

And you know in your heart that the damage is done

But you have no choice so you RUN

RUN RUN

Running faster than you have in your life

If the thought is true than more than your project is in strife

So you sprint through the hallways, sprint up the stairs

You’re leaping through doorways, knocking over chairs

And when you think your heart can’t take anymore

The moment of truth, you open the door,

A sigh of relief, the truth is clear cut

The panic was worthless, the minus 80 is shut.

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Isabelle is the Brown lab’s resident Artist, Poet and Fashionista.

With a background of post modern dance and post midnight mishaps her transition into biochemistry surprised no one.

She is mysterious as the night and as whimsical as a wave freshly crashed upon the shore.