Got my ID today. I almost cried when I saw it. I'd done my best to look nice, with a button down and some make-up -- I even spent a few minutes taming my hair! The result? I look stuffy, preppy and humorless. Is this what the next 2 years have in store?
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Highlights of 3rd Year
- Patients of "mine" = 0
- Patients helped = 0
- Patients hurt = 0
- Moment of brilliance = 0
- Moments of humiliation = 0
All about me
Once upon a time, I was part of the throngs of over-educated, self-deprecating, aspiring hipsters wandering around the East Village looking for purpose, focus, and booze. From that vague and lazy vantage point, I somehow decided it would be a good idea to get myself an M.D. Was I looking for purpose to my life? Or just a really good instruction manual?
I'm still young, I'm still female, and I'm still on the Northeast, but pretty much everything else about my life has changed. Was it all worth it? Want to ask me again in about 5 years? The only thing I know now is -- someday I want to save lives.
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"You're not wearing a suit!"
The was the first thing I heard on my last med school interview ever. My instant reply: "You're not either." We can all imagine that I did not attend this program.
(Amusingly, I actually was wearing a suit. He, on the other hand, was not.)
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