For everyday our school has applicant interviews, they invite 3 current medical students to come speak during the lunch session and answer any questions the applicants might have. This is a mutually beneficial setup: the applicants get to ask questions they might not otherwise ask, and medical students get some free food. Robby and I were coming out of one of these sessions when we noticed one of the applicants had apparently left his personalized packet of information (necessary for his interview) on the table. I argued that he would likely remember and come back for his stuff, Robby – citing a popular Abe Lincoln tale - insisted we return the materials to the admissions office lest it be stolen by less than scrupulous villains. Since I’m always ready to random conduct acts of charity, I acquiesced. When we finally made our way to the admissions office, we happened to run into the same gaggle of applicants and as well as the admissions tour guide. I immediately handed the packet to the guide only to hear “Oh this applicant should be interviewing right next door to where we ate lunch.” Oops.
So this then dawns on me: this applicant probably stepped out to use the restroom, prepping for a hour of good ol' ethical grillin, only to come back to find his stuff gone. I conjecture this is what most likely happened afterwards...
Finding his prized information stolen could have very well ruined his mental focus and mojo, causing him to give terrible answers at the interview. This would inevitably lead to his rejection at our school, undoubtedly his first choice institution. Distraught at this recent failure, he becomes so dejected he withdraws his other applications, sells his belongings and moves into the mountains to rough it as a grizzly man. Either that or he ends up in dental school, not sure which one is worse.
Clearly no good deed goes on unpunished.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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Or he will enter medical school a year later and you will have to babysit him at some point and hold his hand.
You did the right thing with the best intentions. You could have burst into his interview and insisted on giving it to him..
Is it bad that I laughed? For a long time?
"HEY, WAKE UP!" while he applied a vigorous sternal rub to your chest.
Looks like med school finally killed our spirits... We lasted, what, a whole 4 quarters? :p
RIP, spirits.
I'm sick of reading this entry. Write a new one.
Nah, your spirits are just sleeping. They'll stumble out of bed soon enough.
this blog sucks
It doesn't not suck.
You did the student a favor. Life is much better living in the woods as a Grizzly-Man than spending it in any profession that requires above a high school education.
Take it from someone that's lived both lives. I wish I'd have stayed a Grizzly-Man and never gotten my Ph.D.
Joe
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