employablog

I got an important call on my way to the bathroom. A 612 number not in my library, so I picked it up, because there was only one person it could really be, somone very, very important.

It was the University of Minnesota Medical School, and they were just calling to tell me that they like me.

I interviewed there in mid-December, and I had heard nothing from them. Time passed and hurried, and it felt like I was being broken up with through silence: the easiest way to break someone’s heart.

But even though I’m a member of the Minneapolis Chapter of the Bleeding Hearts Club, my heart instantly recovered.

“I wanted to congratulate you on your acceptance to the University of Minnesota Medical School,” the University of Minnesota told me. I told them that they made my week, and they did.

Now, I am also in at a school in Brooklyn, where I keep my life, career and happiness, but I have to cosign that away, because the University of Minnesota is too good to turn down, maybe. So I have a nice interal 3-month debate to have, but overall, not a bad debate, more like choosing between Neapolitan and Spumoni, both good things.
But now that this medical school business is over I have six months to live life, save money, ferret it away, and blow it all on a summer of surfing, planting seeds of bleached hair and skin cancer and happy.

Then I will start to be a doctor.

And what follows is cryptic: I fought the law and I won.

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