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Coats and Conversations

After finally finishing our move this weekend, I feel like I can sit down and unwind a little bit. I’m a little bit scrambled right now…it’s been a long few days. I didn’t even find the box with my underwear in it until just a few minutes ago.  Let me help you catch up a little.

Most of this weekend we spent moving. Since my wife and I just bought this house, our first, we both like it a lot. As well as being larger and newer than our previous rental, it also now boasts special amenities like hot water and Wi-Fi. Thanks to a snafu with the utility company, we went the first night and half of the second day with no running water (still had electricity though, much needed in this oppressive humidity). Now that we own the house, however, we have a grand list of projects to accomplish, and since I start medical school tomorrow, I’m beginning to realize most of these projects are going to take a while, especially considering my incompetence at handyman work (earlier today I installed a toilet paper roll holder at nearly a 45 degree angle to the ground, because I installed it while sitting on the toilet seat. I never stood back to see how level it was. Derp)

The good times got rolling when I went to pick up the Uhaul trailer and discovered that Uhaul does not rent any trailers to people with Ford Explorers, due to a history of lawsuits and bla bla bla. Now I’ll give you one guess what I drive, and what vehicle I was planning on using for towing this big trailer down the highway. Awesome. Of course you don’t rent to people who drive MY EXACT CAR. Ironically, if I had driven a Ford Escape (which is smaller) I would have been fine. Also, Mercury Mariners and Lincoln Navigators are both just fine, despite being near replicas of my car. I put together this stunning visual to illustrate the logic behind this.


*This is totally accurate and reflects actual Uhaul policy

I was able to overcome this dilemma thanks to a friend with a truck who picked up the trailer and took it to my house, where I hooked it up to my Explorer and drove for several hours at highway speeds with no problem. Everything after we arrived was a blur of rain, humidity, boxes, painting, and more boxes, then suddenly it’s Sunday night. I don’t quite know how we managed to get to this point, but I know it would never have happened without a friend named Dave and my parents sacrificing their entire weekend to drive up here, help us move, and then go to the White Coat Ceremony.

Ah yes, you knew I had to be getting to that. The other main event this weekend was me getting “cloaked” with a short white coat, which indicates my entry into the medical profession (the white part of the coat means “doctor”, but the short part means “doesn’t actually know anything”). The ceremony was about 90 minutes and included lots of speakers telling the parents how great the university is, but I got to spend about 90 minutes in a big room with my entire class. I’m interested to know, after such a long year of trying to get in to medical school, who all the other people who got in are. No one just accidentally shows up in medical school (probably), and while I have enjoyed mocking some of our more ridiculous members, I have always hoped to meet some really stellar people once I got in to medical school. This white coat thing was the first time we all got together, so I had a chance to do just that. 

Would you believe that this is my class? It’s not….I stole it from the internet.

My medical school is a larger private school, and I was amazed at the geographical diversity I saw. I imagined many students would be locals, people who attended the associated undergraduate school and then matriculated directly into my school. Instead, the first four people I met represented the four corners of America (San Diego, Seattle, Portland, and someplace in Florida). Since this is a private school, there is no “in state” or “out of state”, so much of the class comes from somewhere besides this area of the Midwest. I think that’s pretty neat, and despite my normally introverted and reserved demeanor, I am excited to get to know these people. The “meeting” part will have to come later, I suppose, since most conversations are following the standard format I learned in college. The year begins with “Hi I’m ________, from ____________, and I went to high school at ____________”. Then it’s “how are classes going?”, then “how are midterms going”, then “are you going home for Thanksgiving?”. The next part is tricky, because you can either ask about how Thanksgiving went (dangerous), ask what they are doing for Christmas (a little better), or ask about finals (safest). In January you ask about how break went, in February everyone is depressed and stays in their dorms, in March you talk about spring break plans, after which you ask about spring break, then suddenly it’s the end of the year and you ask about summer plans. Boom. Every year for four years. It’s like the small talk road map. I was going to make another MS Paint illustration for this, but it surpassed my abilities. Maybe next time.

So tomorrow we really begin. I don’t think we are actually expected to learn anything this next week. Most of our schedule is meetings, info sessions, and paperwork. It looks suspiciously like orientation at my undergrad, which was excruciatingly boring, mixed with some activities that actually look like fun. I will go to as many as I can, and spend the rest of my free time catching up on sleep and probably blogging right here. This leads me to the last sad part of this post, the fact that my wife had to leave and drive back to our old city for a few more weeks of work, leaving me all alone in this new house until next weekend. I will be fine, since I’m usually pretty good at entertaining myself (blogging, reading, etc), but I hope she makes it through the week in various guest rooms and basements. 

For now, I will leave you with this gem of a personal statement, which is required reading if you or anyone you know has agonized over an essay for medical school at any point in your life.

Thanks for reading.