Interview

I had my first med school interview last Friday! I drove down to the beach, through the traffic, to just barely make it in time for the social. Heh. That totally did not happen.

I met up with a MSII that I was bumming a place to sleep with, and he introduced me to the joys of Geometry Wars II on Xbox live, and some horticulture on the side. It was fantastic.

We ended up watching Flight of the Conchords and assorted stuff on his amazing TV, in his amazing bachelor pad. Life was pretty sweet- his own place, miles of beach outside of his window, a drive up and down the coast to class...I could imagine myself studying away in this paradise.

Anyway, the next morning, I dressed up and walked down to my car. Huh. The battery is dead. I guess I shouldn't have ignored the insistent beeping the day before. The rest of the day was actually pretty pleasant. Three people from my school was there, and 3 more from my highschool. Woahh trip down memory lane, while everyone else freaked out about the upcoming interviews.

Fastforward past the engaging conversations, past the presentations and tours. I can't believe I am at this point, an interview down, several more to go. When did life become this...weird adventure? It is the only I can really describe it. I have gotten to the point where many people from where I grew up would call me a workaholic, but what I see is a mini-quest. How much homework can I churn through in a hour, how much cell bio can I pick up, how many patients can I transport this shift, how much inventorying can I do in a day, how much life can I really live in this lifetime? I had gotten to the point where I would motivate myself to breeze through unpleasant tasks by warping my own perception of what was fun. Where was the real fun? It became a guilty pleasure, hidden away in a schedule that was in need of 25 hour days. My Meg Cabot books, sitting in a library just plowing through all of the teenage fiction books that I skipped when I was actually a teenager because I was too busy with the "regular" fiction.

I drove back, and watched some live football, then went out to dinner with some good friends from highschool. We snuck into Yao Ming's restaurant's restroom, purely because we were curious about the amazing faucets. They were indeed amazing. Then back to another friend from high school who was now a MSI. Sweet sweet stuff, watching Obama give his acceptance speech.

Here's to a brighter future.