Funny Professor Quote of the Day
You are a proctalgia fugax!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Manners??
Here's a list of things that many people in our class seemed to have missed in manners school.
1. Putting your feet on the seats. Actually, I'm pretty ok with this... usually. But if I'm sitting in front of you and you prop your feet up next to me... they better be CUTE and NOT SMELLY. Girls, you're the worst offenders. No funk, gangreen, nasty 3 month old polish, toe jam, hairy toes, etc. Put those back in your shoes. On the floor. Luckily, the girl that normally sits behind me has lovely feet. It's when I get stuck sitting elsewhere that I get into trouble.
2. So our school costs some $51,000 odd dollars just for tuition (which in my case was a little more than I had laying around in a mayo jar in the backyard). Hence, I am really interested in hearing the lecture. REALLY. I'm not hanging out in class because of the cute med student who sits by me... or because I'm waiting for Handsome Willy's happy hour to start. So please, to those of you who TALK FOR THE ENTIRE LECTURE... it really makes things difficult on everyone else. Yes we CAN hear you. Every word. You haven't figured out the difference between whispering and talking. Does everybody talk occasionally in class? Yes, of course. But I'm talking out the endless chatter that goes on between the same people every class. And at the risk of sounding like your mama, it's seriously rude. The speaker is flustered. The course director is embarrassed. And your classmates are really irritated. At you. You there. You know who you are.
3. To the girls who knit in class, you aren't really supposed to be in this category. I think you rock. I wish I would have thought of learning to knit... long before my creative energy was sucked away by Netter. I am so envious... and always peeking over to see what new cool things you're doing.
4. Packing up on the last slide before the professor finishes. They're always practically screaming to be heard over the iphones, the zippers, the papers, rustling, etc. I mean, really.. it's like 45 seconds. Is everyone in class always 45 seconds late for something? If the speaker didn't think the last slide was important, he would have ended on the previous one. Right? Just hang out.
1. Putting your feet on the seats. Actually, I'm pretty ok with this... usually. But if I'm sitting in front of you and you prop your feet up next to me... they better be CUTE and NOT SMELLY. Girls, you're the worst offenders. No funk, gangreen, nasty 3 month old polish, toe jam, hairy toes, etc. Put those back in your shoes. On the floor. Luckily, the girl that normally sits behind me has lovely feet. It's when I get stuck sitting elsewhere that I get into trouble.
2. So our school costs some $51,000 odd dollars just for tuition (which in my case was a little more than I had laying around in a mayo jar in the backyard). Hence, I am really interested in hearing the lecture. REALLY. I'm not hanging out in class because of the cute med student who sits by me... or because I'm waiting for Handsome Willy's happy hour to start. So please, to those of you who TALK FOR THE ENTIRE LECTURE... it really makes things difficult on everyone else. Yes we CAN hear you. Every word. You haven't figured out the difference between whispering and talking. Does everybody talk occasionally in class? Yes, of course. But I'm talking out the endless chatter that goes on between the same people every class. And at the risk of sounding like your mama, it's seriously rude. The speaker is flustered. The course director is embarrassed. And your classmates are really irritated. At you. You there. You know who you are.
3. To the girls who knit in class, you aren't really supposed to be in this category. I think you rock. I wish I would have thought of learning to knit... long before my creative energy was sucked away by Netter. I am so envious... and always peeking over to see what new cool things you're doing.
4. Packing up on the last slide before the professor finishes. They're always practically screaming to be heard over the iphones, the zippers, the papers, rustling, etc. I mean, really.. it's like 45 seconds. Is everyone in class always 45 seconds late for something? If the speaker didn't think the last slide was important, he would have ended on the previous one. Right? Just hang out.
No Assholes Rule - BROKEN
Today at the dog park there was this guy. I knew right away, but I prayed I was wrong. Haughty. Less than mediocre looking. Cussing up a storm. Had an arrogant air about him. Throwing around his medical advice about a possibly anemic dog. Then he dropped the bomb.
Him: Well, I'm a 4th year MEDICAL STUDENT.
Me: Oh, really? How cool. You must be really smart. What are you going into?
Him: Well, I'm hoping to match here in radiology.
Me: I LOVE radiology! They get to study all those cool pictures, right? So you're at (named the local med schools)?
Him: No, I went to med school in Florida. Just moved here last week.
Me: But you don't know if you'll be here? Isn't that Match thingy in March?
Him: Well, I know EVERYBODY at (named ALL the local residency programs). I'm VERY sure I'll match here. In fact, my fiance just moved here and we bought a house, a car, and a dog (pointing to what I'm sure was a pure-bred puffy something of a dog).
Me: (Silent): Holy shit you are one egotistical maniac (Out Loud): Well GOOD for you! So you must know all the guys in Dept. X.
Him: Oh, yeah. I know them (pronouncing BOTH of their names incorrectly)
Me: (Out Loud) Good luck to you! Bye! (Silent) Arrogant prick.
Cardiology
I know that Cardiology and I broke up months ago because of the demanding schedule and on-call madness... but can I just express how much I still love it. We officially entered our cardio block today in Physiology... and it all makes so much SENSE to me. The traces, the cardiac AP's, the receptors, the stoke volume vs the ejection fraction. It's so intuitive and amazing. Too bad... we could have had a good thing....
Monday, January 4, 2010
A Decade
I'm continuing the tradition.... bloggers everywhere writing their "Decade in Review" posts. I stole the idea from Old MD Girl. Feel free to continue the madness. Here goes...
2000 ~ Year of Indecision ~ I spent the Millennium New Year's Eve being fantastically disappointed by party hopping in San Diego with people I didn't know well or didn't care about at all. All of my college friends were off traveling or home with their families, or at parties with people they were close with. I was in a sorority with many girls I didn't care about. Most years I stayed in my dorm alone (which was really my own apartment) during winter break... so the New Year was a big bust. I was a sophomore in college in a private San Diego University. I didn't know any better, and borrowed way too much to attend a mediocre liberal arts school and studied topics that never particularly interested me. I was single and for the first time ever living by myself as a grown up without roommates or parents. Which I really did love. A lot. I remember decorating. Curtains. Tapestries. Word Market. Pier One. Sewing pillows and painting pots. Susana and I were joined at the hip. We roller-bladed, pulled all night study sessions, smoked cigarettes, listened to Nat King Cole. At this point my thoughts of being a doctor were essentially limited to "maybe someday, probably not" by failing my first General Chemistry course (I had a C and didn't even show up for the final because of test anxiety). I had declared Political Science as my major not because I thought it was interesting, but because I thought it was reasonable, respectable and easy.... plus I got to spend a few months in DC.
2001 ~ Year of Italy~ I started studying Italian and found that I excelled at foreign languages. I wish I would have switched my major. That probably would have made college fantastically more interesting. Nevertheless I got A's in the first 2 semesters of Italian and spent the summer of '01 studying Italian in Perugia, Italy (same place Amanda Knox was convicted of murder). That trip changed my life, as I was 23 and it was my first trip out of the United States. I fell in love with Italy and my new found power of being able to speak a 2nd language. I drank hundreds of tiny cappuccinos, bought pasta in tiny country markets, took the train to Venice and Bologna and Rome and Capri, kissed Italian boys, and studied lots of Italian verbs on the veranda at the abbey I lived at. Reluctantly I eventually came home. Incidentally, that year I failed my first biology class as well (possibly because I only attended four times)... once again affirming that I was not going to be a physician. I was, however, elected to be Vice President of my school for the following year.
2002 ~ Year of Inspiration (and lots of Alcohol)~ Senior year of college... a little nuts to say the least. Didn't attend college much at all, in fact I didn't sleep and consumed enough alcohol to put on nearly 20 lbs. Despite all of that I met my college boyfriend Jake... who was the first boy ever I really "loved". (I guess) We graduated from college together and bought tickets to Brazil. We had a wonderful summer traveling around. While camping in the Amazon I came across an empty but beautiful white hospital building. There were banana palms and children and a huge red cross... and I then made a commitment that I now, officially, and desperately wanted to become a physician. That fall I began my post-bacc pre-med program at Harvard, lived in the South End in a pre-war brownstone with my best friend Michelle, and loved every minute of it. In Boston Michelle and I grew up. We were girls from a tiny California town, for the first time in an urban city on our own, beyond the protection of our parents or a University. We ate steamed clams and Italian food, took the subway, lunched in Harvard Square. The 20 lbs disappeared. There were hardwood floors and purple velvet drapes, ambulance sirens, cobblestones, scarves and pea-coats. It was incredible.
2003 ~ Year of Transition ~ Jake was headed to pharmacy school in Colorado and for whatever reason became unreasonably judgmental and jealous over things as insignificant as dental floss. We fought my entire year at Harvard, and finally after a "romantic" trip to Maui I broke things off with him. It ended pretty cleanly. By the summer I couldn't afford Harvard for one more minute and at 25, moved home with my parents to significantly less-sexy Phoenix. Although moving home was detrimental to my pride initially, I did get to spend time with my family. I also met the platonic love of my life. The first years I knew him we were inseparable. We finished O-Chem together, ate Thai food, drank hot chocolate and played scrabble, and lamented about pre-med and the woes of living with our parents after 25. We never dated, but we loved each other and our friendship changed me... and changed my values. I will forever cherish the time we spent together.
2004 ~ Year of Growing Up and Speaking Spanish~ I finished my pre-med classes (finally)... but was still a long way from being able to apply to medical school. I needed a paycheck. And an apartment of my own. I accepted a teaching job at an inner city Phoenix high school and moved to an uber-trendy area of downtown. My students also changed me. And my values. I went to quinceanera parties, learned spanish, taught chemistry, built a solar powered boat, practiced yoga, and found joy for the first time in employment. That year I started studying for the MCAT, and began dating Mr. Generous & Loving but Major Cultural Clash-this wont last. And it didn't.
2005 ~ Year of Katrina~ After a disastrous MCAT, I resigned from my teaching job and moved to the south to get my Masters degree in international health. I had visions of that empty white hospital building in the Amazon... and figured hey, if I can't be a physician... I might as well do something that will get me to the same place. Within 4 weeks of my MCAT results I was heading across country to my new home. And so was a hurricane. I beat her there by one day. I unloaded everything into my new apartment, grabbed a backpack with a swimsuit, 2 changes of clothes, my ipod and my travel wallet. After searching for a tank of gas for several hours I headed to Miami for what I thought would be a 2 or 3 day vacation. It turned into a 6-month vacation. I ended up driving from Miami all the way back to Phoenix and teaching at the same school I'd just resigned from. Looking back in life, this may be the only time I could say I actually "regret" a decision. I wish I would have traveled during the Katrina months. Gone to Europe. Something to take my mind off chaos. I had the money. I should have done it. I let others convince me it was a bad idea. It is said that depression ensues approximately 5 weeks after a major natural disaster. I would say that is correct. I battled with mourning my new city, my stagnation, uncertainty, and knowing I was not going to be a physician. That and I only had 3 pair of underwear.
2006 ~ Year of Tenacity ~ During this time (the evacuation) I'd met Mr. Sweet but Very Wrong for Me... and being the sweet guy that he was decided to temporarily accompany me back to the south once the city re-opened. That eventually turned into a 1.5 year Sweet but Very Wrong for Me relationship. On the first day of school in 2006, I met Dr. M, my beloved advisor who would encourage me on my path to become a physician... and who never doubted my capabilities or my tenacity. After discussing my career goals, I was convinced that I should switch from International Health to Tropical Medicine... a decision I will always be grateful for. That was much more interesting to me and it was my key to the medical school padlock. I began dating the MCAT. We went to coffee shops, had wonderful discussions and practice sessions, intellectual debates on quantum physics, and just sat around for hours on end together.
2007 ~ Year of Wonderful Things~ Dr. M had introduced me to some international malaria researchers, and I was invited to spend a summer working with them in Colombia. Which of course was amazing. I graduated from my Masters program after I returned, and had realized I had fallen in love with the south and the city I lived in. I took a research job assuming it would be temporary... but I ended up loving the job, my new single life, and the network of friends I had made over the past year. For the first time I had girlfriends who actually liked each other... which I discovered is significantly more fun than having 20 friends you only socialize with independently. I also finally had it out with the MCAT, and I won. At the end of 2007 I met Mr. Resident Physician, who turned into Boyfriend several months later.
2008 ~ Year of Insanity ~ Not sure if I was ever actually going to make it to medical school, I decided to move forward with other parts of my life. Boyfriend and I bought a house. An OLD house. Like 160 year old house. We ripped it apart and started re-building it in a way that looked historic but was modern in function. We had no idea all the things that would happen that year. A Lawsuit. A divorce. An aortic aneurism. Job lost. A murder. Three moves. Interviews. Friends lost. I got into medical school. After the insanity, exhausted by life, we packed up and moved to Miami and called it a day.
2009 ~ Year of Progress ~ After a few months of a Miami hiatus, we moved back to our house. Our old, under construction house. To one bedroom, one bathroom, and lots of walls which frame what will someday be our home. In January we huddled, cuddled, slept, and prepared to rebuild our lives after what seemed like MUCH more than we could handle had been delivered to our doorstep. February I was offered a job that I REALLY wanted as an epidemiologist. March brought a career gift better than was ever expected to my boyfriend. April brought love in the unexpected surprise package of our hound dog Luke. The year just kept getting better. I started medical school at the same school that my boyfriend is now a resident at. My brother took me to Japan for my 31st birthday. My boyfriend loves his job. I love medical school. Granted, we are broke beyond belief, we don't have a kitchen, we can't use the toaster and the hairdryer at the same time, our dishes are washed in the bathroom, and we are piled in this bedroom with our dog and a parakeet like sardines... but there are many things to be thankful for...
Friday, January 1, 2010
Bounce
I volunteered to help out over Christmas break in a clinic that does TB testing and reading for men who need PPD negative clearance to sleep in a shelter. No sweat, I figured. Pretty minimal learning curve. Inject a little PPD under the skin, it makes a tiny bubble, read it a few days later. Easy peasy.
Only when I showed up for my shift I realized it was Thursday. Vaccine day. Not PPD day. Hmmm. Ok, so I really don't know how to give IM injections... but again, I figured... how hard can it be? HepA/B twinrix and the seasonal flu shot. I quickly scanned the IM injection protocol flyer. Ok. Deltoid region. Clean the area and give a little poke. No sweat.
The first guy wanted both Twinrix and the flu shot. I tried to act like I knew exactly what I was doing so I didn't make the patient nervous. The seasonal flu vaccine went right in. "Hmmmph." I thought triumphantly. I am a total pro. I proceeded to inject the Twinrix exactly the same way in his opposite arm. Only this time, I swear to GOD the needle bounced off his arm like a basketball. I was so surprised I didn't know what to say.... so I just pretended like it didn't happen and used a little more force to pierce through this leathery skin. Eventually he made a sucking sound and a "wooo-hee, that hurt". I just shook my head like I completely understood cause it happens all the time and said, "Yeah, those Hep vaccines aren't for babies!"
Thursday, December 31, 2009
The Best Compliment Ever!
And I received it on New Year's Eve. I was working in clinic tonight, and Dr. Kenton Hadley's name came up. You remember, my woman/super-hero/doctor obsession? Well, the attending that was working with us also works with her in Internal Medicine... and he said (I SWEAR) while motioning to me... "You are just like her". I was so excited I could barely even breathe. I think I saw a few stars, felt a bit woozy, and breathlessly muttered a thank you.... He doesn't know it, but he just gave me the biggest ego boost possible. Better than being mistaken for Carla Bruni (which of course has never happened to me). If this is any indication of how 2010 is going to be .... it's going to be a GREAT year!
Well Since Everyone Else is Doing It
I might as well throw out a few of my New Year's Resolutions...
1. Ok, this one is the most important. I really ReAlLy REALLY want to eat different and MORE veggies. I feel like I eat the same 5 vegetables over and over again... despite the millions of varieties on the planet. I just ate my first tomatillo (that I'm aware of) last week!
2. I should also keep an eye on my medical school slacking. I only studied for my histology exam 1 day last block. I managed to do well, but that could really get me in trouble if I'm not careful.
3. I will devote at least one full weekend a month to building my house. I've really been slacking this year. A lot. At this rate I will be living in a bedroom for the rest of my life.
4. I want to start cooking different recipes. I cook quite a bit now... but like the veggie problem I tend to cook the same 20 items. How about 3 brand new recipes a month?
5. Time to dive into EM, and see if I really like it. My elective is starting this month... so I think it's a great chance to really get involved and see if EM is for me. If not, I want to have a chance to explore lots of other fields of medicine before graduation. It would suck to get to 4th year and be like hey, EM sucks... what now???
BFF's in 3 Days
I'm always surprised to see how people seem to associate so quickly into cliques. My medical school is no exception. Maybe I'm just anti-social... but I don't tend to hug, kiss, and call 45 different people my best friends within 3 days of meeting them. I mean, I have FRIENDS. I swear I do. But my class certainly has an element of chumminess that I really don't relate to. Although maybe I'm missing out.
For instance... I remember on my first day of anatomy lab (so this would have been about 4 days into first semester of med school)... I remember one girl who's locker was by mine running up to a guy classmate, jumping on him, wrapping her legs around him, kissing his hair and saying "I LOVE YOU! I missed you SO much yesterday!!" I sorta didn't think too much of it... because I assumed that certainly they must have known each other before med school started... or perhaps they are both from this city and went to undergrad together... or maybe they were stuck in an elevator together for 29 of the previous 48 hours. Who knows? But then I saw the same girl do nearly the identical jumping-slash-kiss maneuver to another guy a few days later.
The weird thing is that she is certainly not the only one. Probably half of my class acts as if they have been joined at the hip for the past 20 years. I don't know how this immediate friendship status comes about.... perhaps it is alcohol induced. Or maybe its the boot camp phenomenon that happens when young guys join the military and are so traumatized during boot camp that suddenly everyone of their comrades is also their best friend.
I guess I have always been the type of person who is really selective with who I become friends with. In fact, I don't really have many friends. Maybe 8 who I consider really close, another 10-20 who are close acquaintances... and probably most of them have been around for a long time.
Old vs. New
Indifferential Diagnosis has hit the nail on the head with a cartoon about the old vs. the new MCAT. I of course, being the savvy MCAT taker that I am, have taken both... more than once... and I have to say the experience is quite different. For those of you who've taken one and not the other... you may not appreciate this as much. But if you have taken both, prepare to laugh to tears. Way to go!
First Year Christmas Vacation
So here's what I did over my first Christmas vacation of med school:
1. Japan!! That was pretty awesome... I have to admit. I hit up Kyoto and Tokyo.
2. Read "Olive Kitteridge", started "Unaccustomed Earth"
3. Went to a life-size gingerbread house and ate the walls. Yay!
4. Cooked a Christmas dinner of duck, mashed potatoes, and asparagus with hollandaise sauce
5. Went out to dinner at a lovely restaurant with my boyfriend
6. Took my dog to the dog park 652 times
7. Worked at a men's shelter doing TB testing
8. Going to a New Year's Eve party tonight!
9. Stocked up my kitchen with new wine glasses, new parts for my Cuisinart mixer and Julia Child's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking"
10. Designed 3 stained glass windows for my house.
Not particularly relaxing... but fun.
1. Japan!! That was pretty awesome... I have to admit. I hit up Kyoto and Tokyo.
2. Read "Olive Kitteridge", started "Unaccustomed Earth"
3. Went to a life-size gingerbread house and ate the walls. Yay!
4. Cooked a Christmas dinner of duck, mashed potatoes, and asparagus with hollandaise sauce
5. Went out to dinner at a lovely restaurant with my boyfriend
6. Took my dog to the dog park 652 times
7. Worked at a men's shelter doing TB testing
8. Going to a New Year's Eve party tonight!
9. Stocked up my kitchen with new wine glasses, new parts for my Cuisinart mixer and Julia Child's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking"
10. Designed 3 stained glass windows for my house.
Not particularly relaxing... but fun.
Believe it or Not
I wouldn't have guessed this about 2 weeks ago... but I'm actually looking forward to going back to school. I just got back from a super-speedy trip to Japan (which was awesome!) but now I'm done relaxing.
I had a crazy dream last night. But first let me preface it with this. I have always had terrible dreams. Lots of them. Nightmares you wouldn't ever want to even think about. Years ago I trained myself to recognize when I was dreaming... so when these horrible nightmares come around, I just say to myself... well, Ella,... relax... this is just a dream. Bad part is, even when I have good dreams I ruin them by telling myself it's probably a dream.
So.... to make a short story very very long... last night I dreamed I was in medical school. After years of wanting to go... daydreaming about my white coat and working in the ER and intubations and studying pharmacology...I was finally there. But in my dream I kept telling myself "Ella, this is so good its just a dream. Don't get excited."
Of course you know the rest of the story. I woke up. And realized it was true!!! I get to go back to medical school!!!!
I had a crazy dream last night. But first let me preface it with this. I have always had terrible dreams. Lots of them. Nightmares you wouldn't ever want to even think about. Years ago I trained myself to recognize when I was dreaming... so when these horrible nightmares come around, I just say to myself... well, Ella,... relax... this is just a dream. Bad part is, even when I have good dreams I ruin them by telling myself it's probably a dream.
So.... to make a short story very very long... last night I dreamed I was in medical school. After years of wanting to go... daydreaming about my white coat and working in the ER and intubations and studying pharmacology...I was finally there. But in my dream I kept telling myself "Ella, this is so good its just a dream. Don't get excited."
Of course you know the rest of the story. I woke up. And realized it was true!!! I get to go back to medical school!!!!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Congrats on being 1/8 of a Doctor
Whew! It's been a heck of a few weeks! I just finished the last of my finals before Christmas break. Metabolic biochem, Physio, and Histo all this week. And I'm happy to report... all classes passed! Officially! P=MD. Actually when I got home from my final today I had an email from the school that said "Congrats on being 1/8 of a Doctor". That actually made me feel pretty darn good. And the best news of all? I'm headed to Japan tomorrow!!! So I guess I'm officially on blog hiatus for a couple weeks... but knowing me I'll probably still post.
Ok, until then...
Ok, until then...
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Free Food Count #1, #2, #3 and #4
So I thought it would be fun to start a count to see how many free meals I get though the course of med school. I know I´ve probably already had over 100 this semester... but lets start from zero.
This week I had four. And I even missed a few!
1. Dinner at Emeril´s with the Neurology Department. Mmmm. Steak, potatoes, banana cream pie... and lots of wine
2. BBQ - student appreciation luncheon- pulled pork sandwiches, slaw, beans, bread, YAY!
3. 60th Anniversary party - Psych department at the Chateau Bourbon Hotel, dinner, dessert, drinks, the works
4. Club lunch for medical missions - veggie wraps
This week I had four. And I even missed a few!
1. Dinner at Emeril´s with the Neurology Department. Mmmm. Steak, potatoes, banana cream pie... and lots of wine
2. BBQ - student appreciation luncheon- pulled pork sandwiches, slaw, beans, bread, YAY!
3. 60th Anniversary party - Psych department at the Chateau Bourbon Hotel, dinner, dessert, drinks, the works
4. Club lunch for medical missions - veggie wraps
Still Screwed... but Significantly More Excited
I found out yesterday that I was assigned to do my first year elective in the Emergency Medicine! I am really excited... as I have been dying to jump in and get some EM experience. I'll be working in a Level I trauma center at a rival med school... but WHO CARES? So excited I can't believe it. Starting in January. Yay!!!
Ok, back to studying for the 3 exams that will be kicking my ass later this week.
Ok, back to studying for the 3 exams that will be kicking my ass later this week.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Screwwwweeeeddd
That's what I am. So this block is only 3 weeks, 3 classes and 3 final exams. I'm almost at the end of week 2 and can BARELY find a shred of motivation to study. All I can think of is Friday next week when I'm done and heading out to vacation for 2 weeks. Seriously, I've studied a total of about 6 hours this block. Ask me what I know about excitable cells? Not too much, sweetheart. Like I said, I'm screwed... and not in the good way.
New Experiences
So I thought I'd make a list of ways that I've changed over the last year. Not sure if these are due to medical school, having a dog, or building a house... but for SURE none of these would have occurred in my prior life without SEVERE emotional distress:
1. Today dog poop fell on my hand while I was picking it up at the dog park. I just rinsed my hand with water (NO SOAP AVAILABLE!!), and went on with my conversation (while drinking coffee). Normally I would have been itching to get home to disinfect.... but folks, I didn't even think about it!
2. My clean dishes are on a dishrack in the BATHROOM. Why? Because this is the only place I have to wash dishes. Yes, there are probably fecal colonies forming on them. But I'm ok with it.
3. I made persimmon cookies the other day, and threw away the persimmons after getting what I needed for the batter. Later I found out I needed more persimmon pulp for the glace. Since these were the only 2 persimmons in the city I could locate, I actually took the persimmon OUT of the TRASH, washed it off, and used the pulp from the inside. O-my-god. This is huge.
4. This year I cut up a human body. Ok... fair enough this one I'm still not at peace with. I actually still can't go in the anatomy lab without holding my breath. But hey, I did it.
5. My beloved SUV, which I have babied and polished and waxed, and kept its leather conditioned and every knick painted.... is doggie-fied. Hair everywhere. Toys, doggie shampoo, poop bags (empty of course lets not get nuts), etc. I do give it an overhaul every few weeks... but in between it's a total dog car. You would certainly mistake it for a soccer-mom car.
1. Today dog poop fell on my hand while I was picking it up at the dog park. I just rinsed my hand with water (NO SOAP AVAILABLE!!), and went on with my conversation (while drinking coffee). Normally I would have been itching to get home to disinfect.... but folks, I didn't even think about it!
2. My clean dishes are on a dishrack in the BATHROOM. Why? Because this is the only place I have to wash dishes. Yes, there are probably fecal colonies forming on them. But I'm ok with it.
3. I made persimmon cookies the other day, and threw away the persimmons after getting what I needed for the batter. Later I found out I needed more persimmon pulp for the glace. Since these were the only 2 persimmons in the city I could locate, I actually took the persimmon OUT of the TRASH, washed it off, and used the pulp from the inside. O-my-god. This is huge.
4. This year I cut up a human body. Ok... fair enough this one I'm still not at peace with. I actually still can't go in the anatomy lab without holding my breath. But hey, I did it.
5. My beloved SUV, which I have babied and polished and waxed, and kept its leather conditioned and every knick painted.... is doggie-fied. Hair everywhere. Toys, doggie shampoo, poop bags (empty of course lets not get nuts), etc. I do give it an overhaul every few weeks... but in between it's a total dog car. You would certainly mistake it for a soccer-mom car.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Interviews - Post 2
Everyone is freaked out by the questions that you will (or will not) be asked... Fear not, the point of interviewing is just to assure the admissions committee that 1) you can string along a few words in a mildly coherent fashion and 2) that you aren't "grossly offensive" in some way undiagnosed on your paper application. 99% of interviewers feel the same way... less than 1% are actually "out to get you" (meaning they want to stump you or make you look comparatively stupid in contrast to their all-knowing godly physician-ness).
That being said, lets first discuss what you CAN do to grossly offend the 99% of interviewers:
1) BS'ing. Meaning that you've been asked a question that you don't know the answer to... and instead of owning up that you aren't actually familiar with EMTALA or the HENT receptor or the new CDC guidelines for treating HIV... you decide to BS. A lot of times you've been asked this question on the presumption that you won't know the answer... because the interviewer wants to assess how you deal with stress and how your ego works. They're hoping for a response like "No, I haven't heard about that. When did that happen?" or "I have no idea what that is. I'll have to check it out later." If you BS'd your answer, not only will your interviewer likely know you BS'd, but they'll also think you're an ego-maniac that can't admit fault. That would suck.
2)Talking shit. Hopefully, you're thinking "Isn't that obvious?"... but I've seen candidates come to interviews and complain about the poor organization of the interview day, bitch about how cold the city is, describe how boring their student host was, whatever. Bad form. Because anyone who hears you is going to think "Good god, this person bitches so much they can't even control themselves on an INTERVIEW? Yikes. This is probably how GWU ended up with a disgruntled student submitting some 500 odd complaints against them and getting put on probation. Um, NEXT" Additionally, talking shit breaks the "no assholes rule" (see Interviews - Post 1).
3)BO. Again, hopefully obvious... but for whatever reason some people can't figure it out. And BO comes in the most unexpected packages sometimes. Cute little blonde girls who wear Louis Vuitton and Christian Dior makeup. Who would have ever guessed? If you are even remotely unsure, here's my suggestion. Sit down with your best friend in the entire world (who hopefully doesn't also have BO) and say these words. "I have an important question that will affect the course of my entire life, and I need you to tell me the absolute truth no matter how much you will think it will hurt my feelings. I want to be a doctor more than I care about breathing... and if you don't tell me the truth I will never become one. Do I have BO?"
4) Being ungrateful. In any sense. Please make time to thank your interviewer for their time, thank your student host for their hospitality, and thank the secretary for making the day happen. No one owes you an interview or an acceptance. There are about 70,000 people who take the MCAT every year, 40,000 apply to med school, and about 17,000 get accepted somewhere. If you don't appear grateful, someone else will.
OK, let's move on to the questions you should be prepared for. I've seen med-school interview books with 100's of questions. If you are of normal intelligence, you don't need to "prepare" for more than about 5 standard questions. The rest can be answered by just being honest, humble, and mild-mannered. Here's the ones you should be able to answer cold.
1) Why do you want to be a doctor?
Great answers address the following:
- Why being a doctor is a different/better match for you than your other interests (note that I didn't say to slam other careers)
- The process that led you to the decision to pursue medical school (because you shouldn't have decided overnight)
- The aspects that appeal to you in medicine (like the fusion of humanity and science, or the lifelong ongoing learning)
Less than great answers go something like this:
- My dad was a doctor and I decided to become one when I was 4 (way to demonstrate that you have no free will)
- I broke my arm when I was 12 and that's when I made the decision (probably shouldn't rely on the life-long committments you made at 12)
- I want to be rich, drive a Ferrari and pick up lots of women (OK, I've never heard of an applicant say this, but I have friends who are physicians who say this is why they went to medical school... scary)
- I want to help people (duh!)
The general idea is that you want to show that you have solid reasons for becoming a physician that are unique to being a physician. For instance, if you say you want to help people... that's great.. but why not go volunteer at an nursing home and save yourself a decade of work? That is not a sufficient answer. You need to explain yourself better. When I interviewed I was asked why I didn't want to continue on as a high school science teacher. The interviewer commented that it was similar to medicine in that it helped people, had elements of science, and facilitated learning. I answered that while it did have all those things (which I appreciated about medicine), that I didn't feel that being a teacher was challenging for me. I didn't feel that I was growing as a person. In medicine I could help others while challenging myself.
2) What are your strengths and weaknesses. I hate this question. It's so dumb. As if anyone has the ability to TRULY assess their own strengths and weaknesses, and if they did... who would admit them? Is somebody really going to say "I have a stellar rack, which really helps me get attention from important people" or "I'm incredibly brilliant while the other earthlings are complete morons " or "I am secretly addicted to meth, but I still show up for work on time"
BUT, you should still have some good answers up your sleeve for when this question comes up.
For Strengths:
Pick something that the interviewer CARES about. Like I'm resourceful, I'm a mediator, I'm innovative, I'm a strong bench researcher, I speak Vietnamese, or I get along with most everyone. Pick something that will affect THEM, but doesn't sound too boring or egotistical. It's a fine balance. Don't pick something subjective like "I'm nice" or "I'm intelligent"... because frankly, you have no way to assess that yourself.
For Weaknesses:
Well after the Obama, Clinton, Edwards debate a few years ago you now really have to answer this question well. For those of you who missed it... all three were asked about their weaknesses... Clinton answered that she is too hard of a worker, Edwards said that is is too philanthropic (or something like that), and Obama said that he's completely disorganized and his desk is a disaster. Well the media jumped all over him for admitting that he was disorganized yada yada, and his response was "I must have misunderstood the question. I thought I was being asked what my weakness was... and I guess I was supposed to answer with a strength disguised as a weakness"
Point taken. Answering with a strength disguised as a weakness is well, weak. Lame. It makes you look like a pompous ass, actually. So you need to come up with a real weakness. But not too much of a real one. Don't go around admitting that you cut yourself when you stress out before exams or that you steal $100 bills from your Grandmother's secret jelly jar. You should also avoid admitting anything that will send up a red flag on your application. Don't admit weakness in regards to grades, stress, not getting along with people, not liking sick people, not being able to deal with authority, having a learning disorder, not sleeping regularly, having OCP, etc.
Pick something either 1) totally unrelated to med school 2) something that is a subjective weakness or 3) something that USED to be a weakness but you've overcome it.
Examples:
- I used to interrupt people because I get excited about what they are talking about... but I've tried to become conscious of it, and I don't do it as much anymore
- Everyone in my family plays tennis except me. I'm terrible in sports and I'd like to work on that.
- I'm really bad about keeping in touch with my old friends. I get so busy sometimes months go by before I notice.
- I eat a lot of junk food because I have a crazy schedule, and I always say I'm going to start packing healthy lunches for myself... but I never do
- I ask a lot of questions out of general curiosity which I think people can mis-interpret as me doubting the validity of what they are saying. I have really had to work on how I frame my questions.
These are truthful, but pretty benign in the grand scheme of things. You'll give off the impression that you're authentic, but smart enough not to reveal anything inappropriate.
That being said, lets first discuss what you CAN do to grossly offend the 99% of interviewers:
1) BS'ing. Meaning that you've been asked a question that you don't know the answer to... and instead of owning up that you aren't actually familiar with EMTALA or the HENT receptor or the new CDC guidelines for treating HIV... you decide to BS. A lot of times you've been asked this question on the presumption that you won't know the answer... because the interviewer wants to assess how you deal with stress and how your ego works. They're hoping for a response like "No, I haven't heard about that. When did that happen?" or "I have no idea what that is. I'll have to check it out later." If you BS'd your answer, not only will your interviewer likely know you BS'd, but they'll also think you're an ego-maniac that can't admit fault. That would suck.
2)Talking shit. Hopefully, you're thinking "Isn't that obvious?"... but I've seen candidates come to interviews and complain about the poor organization of the interview day, bitch about how cold the city is, describe how boring their student host was, whatever. Bad form. Because anyone who hears you is going to think "Good god, this person bitches so much they can't even control themselves on an INTERVIEW? Yikes. This is probably how GWU ended up with a disgruntled student submitting some 500 odd complaints against them and getting put on probation. Um, NEXT" Additionally, talking shit breaks the "no assholes rule" (see Interviews - Post 1).
3)BO. Again, hopefully obvious... but for whatever reason some people can't figure it out. And BO comes in the most unexpected packages sometimes. Cute little blonde girls who wear Louis Vuitton and Christian Dior makeup. Who would have ever guessed? If you are even remotely unsure, here's my suggestion. Sit down with your best friend in the entire world (who hopefully doesn't also have BO) and say these words. "I have an important question that will affect the course of my entire life, and I need you to tell me the absolute truth no matter how much you will think it will hurt my feelings. I want to be a doctor more than I care about breathing... and if you don't tell me the truth I will never become one. Do I have BO?"
4) Being ungrateful. In any sense. Please make time to thank your interviewer for their time, thank your student host for their hospitality, and thank the secretary for making the day happen. No one owes you an interview or an acceptance. There are about 70,000 people who take the MCAT every year, 40,000 apply to med school, and about 17,000 get accepted somewhere. If you don't appear grateful, someone else will.
OK, let's move on to the questions you should be prepared for. I've seen med-school interview books with 100's of questions. If you are of normal intelligence, you don't need to "prepare" for more than about 5 standard questions. The rest can be answered by just being honest, humble, and mild-mannered. Here's the ones you should be able to answer cold.
1) Why do you want to be a doctor?
Great answers address the following:
- Why being a doctor is a different/better match for you than your other interests (note that I didn't say to slam other careers)
- The process that led you to the decision to pursue medical school (because you shouldn't have decided overnight)
- The aspects that appeal to you in medicine (like the fusion of humanity and science, or the lifelong ongoing learning)
Less than great answers go something like this:
- My dad was a doctor and I decided to become one when I was 4 (way to demonstrate that you have no free will)
- I broke my arm when I was 12 and that's when I made the decision (probably shouldn't rely on the life-long committments you made at 12)
- I want to be rich, drive a Ferrari and pick up lots of women (OK, I've never heard of an applicant say this, but I have friends who are physicians who say this is why they went to medical school... scary)
- I want to help people (duh!)
The general idea is that you want to show that you have solid reasons for becoming a physician that are unique to being a physician. For instance, if you say you want to help people... that's great.. but why not go volunteer at an nursing home and save yourself a decade of work? That is not a sufficient answer. You need to explain yourself better. When I interviewed I was asked why I didn't want to continue on as a high school science teacher. The interviewer commented that it was similar to medicine in that it helped people, had elements of science, and facilitated learning. I answered that while it did have all those things (which I appreciated about medicine), that I didn't feel that being a teacher was challenging for me. I didn't feel that I was growing as a person. In medicine I could help others while challenging myself.
2) What are your strengths and weaknesses. I hate this question. It's so dumb. As if anyone has the ability to TRULY assess their own strengths and weaknesses, and if they did... who would admit them? Is somebody really going to say "I have a stellar rack, which really helps me get attention from important people" or "I'm incredibly brilliant while the other earthlings are complete morons " or "I am secretly addicted to meth, but I still show up for work on time"
BUT, you should still have some good answers up your sleeve for when this question comes up.
For Strengths:
Pick something that the interviewer CARES about. Like I'm resourceful, I'm a mediator, I'm innovative, I'm a strong bench researcher, I speak Vietnamese, or I get along with most everyone. Pick something that will affect THEM, but doesn't sound too boring or egotistical. It's a fine balance. Don't pick something subjective like "I'm nice" or "I'm intelligent"... because frankly, you have no way to assess that yourself.
For Weaknesses:
Well after the Obama, Clinton, Edwards debate a few years ago you now really have to answer this question well. For those of you who missed it... all three were asked about their weaknesses... Clinton answered that she is too hard of a worker, Edwards said that is is too philanthropic (or something like that), and Obama said that he's completely disorganized and his desk is a disaster. Well the media jumped all over him for admitting that he was disorganized yada yada, and his response was "I must have misunderstood the question. I thought I was being asked what my weakness was... and I guess I was supposed to answer with a strength disguised as a weakness"
Point taken. Answering with a strength disguised as a weakness is well, weak. Lame. It makes you look like a pompous ass, actually. So you need to come up with a real weakness. But not too much of a real one. Don't go around admitting that you cut yourself when you stress out before exams or that you steal $100 bills from your Grandmother's secret jelly jar. You should also avoid admitting anything that will send up a red flag on your application. Don't admit weakness in regards to grades, stress, not getting along with people, not liking sick people, not being able to deal with authority, having a learning disorder, not sleeping regularly, having OCP, etc.
Pick something either 1) totally unrelated to med school 2) something that is a subjective weakness or 3) something that USED to be a weakness but you've overcome it.
Examples:
- I used to interrupt people because I get excited about what they are talking about... but I've tried to become conscious of it, and I don't do it as much anymore
- Everyone in my family plays tennis except me. I'm terrible in sports and I'd like to work on that.
- I'm really bad about keeping in touch with my old friends. I get so busy sometimes months go by before I notice.
- I eat a lot of junk food because I have a crazy schedule, and I always say I'm going to start packing healthy lunches for myself... but I never do
- I ask a lot of questions out of general curiosity which I think people can mis-interpret as me doubting the validity of what they are saying. I have really had to work on how I frame my questions.
These are truthful, but pretty benign in the grand scheme of things. You'll give off the impression that you're authentic, but smart enough not to reveal anything inappropriate.
Monday, November 30, 2009
MBIO
What's your first thought on seeing MBIO? Well the dumb-ass that I am, I thought my next class was molecular biology. Which I was pretty freakin excited about. Imagine my disappointment when I found out MBIO stands for metabolic biochemistry. Shit.
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