“You’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece.”
FULL NAME: Rachel Brianne Summer.
TITLE: The Perfectionist.
OCCUPATION: Curator of the The Studio exhibit at the Pacific Science Center.
Rachel was born and raised in Baltimore, and honestly thought she’d never leave. Her parents were both successful – one, her mother, an interior decorator and the other, her father, a successful lawyer. Not exactly consider first class in their tax bracket, The Summers still did exceptionally well for themselves. And when, after high school, Rachel announced that she wanted to become a doctor, they supported her to the fullest. At parties her father would harp on and on about his future doctor of a daughter. They were proud of their only child and wanted everyone else to know it as well.
At Johns Hopkins University, Rachel almost immediately decided that she wanted to be an advocate for the little humans. Her heart was set on pediatric surgery. She worked relentlessly to achieve her goal and was ecstatic to be accepted into med school a few years later. She dated here and there, but mostly kept her focus on her studies.* It all paid off in the end when Rachel was able to walk across that stage and receive her diploma. Her residency, while demanding wasn’t unmanageable, and Rachel finally started living her life. She started making friends at work and going out a little more. Life seemed to be going as planned, but things rarely stay that way.
One rainy night, Rachel hydroplaned and her car spun off an embankment leaving her bloodied and bruised. She was rushed into emergency surgery, but the damage was done. She was later told that it was unlikely she would ever gain full operational use of her right hand – her scalpel hand. Devastated, Rachel was determined to start over fresh. After applying to several different locations in Seattle, a place she’d loved ever since visiting her Aunt Sandra a few years back, Rachel was finally offered a job as a museum curator for an exhibit with a focus in health and surgical advancements. It wasn’t surgery, but it would do for now. Rachel hasn’t given up on her dream of getting back to what she loves though. She’s currently doing physical therapy on her hand and arm three times a week. She’s refuses to give up the life she worked so hard to earn.
Rachel is extremely hardworking, determined, and head strong. She knows exactly what she wants in life and goes for it full throttle. Her mood swings can be a little hard to keep up with, she’ll admit it, but she usually means well. A lot of times she’s so wrapped up in her own goals and desires that she fails to take into account other peoples’ feelings. It’s not something she’s totally oblivious to, but does fail to realize when she’s doing it a good bit of the time. One might also notice her almost obsessive need to be right, and argue her point until she’s blue in the fair. Highly competitive, she hates to be told she’s wrong or to lose.
+ sentimental, determined, open, observant.
- neurotic, harsh, indecisive, argumentative.
Rachel puts extra work into her appearance. Her hair is always down and styled and routine hair appointments are always on the calendar. She’s always opted for an extremely feminine wardrobe with pastels and pinks, stuff that shows off her curves, but modestly so. Dressing up and looking her best gives her a confidence boost that she thrives on and allows her to be more productive. “Dress for success” should probably be her catchphrase.
Rachel loves to be outdoors and is extremely active. She spend a lot of her free time exercising at the gym, or kayaking and hiking. Every single morning she goes for a jog.
She’s a dog person. She owns a yellow lab named Amos. If she had it her way, Rachel would adopt a few more dogs.
She calls her mom at least once a day. More often than not it’s more than that. She’s 100% unashamed of this fact.
If she never gains full use of her hand again, Rachel plans to open up her own private pediatric practice as a general practitioner. She doesn’t think she’ll love it though. She thrives on the high of surgery.
She can’t hold her alcohol in the slightest. Three drinks in and she’s gone. She’s usually the one who needs a babysitter for the night. This is why it’s extremely rare that you’ll see her out drinking.
