unexplained absences like these are totally going to foil my plan to become a famous blogger with a large and powerful readership. unfortunately this update will likely be completely devoid of any salacious details or titillating tidbits that might otherwise have the whole of the internet at my doorstep.
this last week i flew home to the united states for an exit interview. exit interviews, for those of you who aren't familiar with the terminology, are what you do when you don't get into med school. if you the reader are finding this out for the first time and are like most of the people i've told already, your next question is probably "didn't get into which one?", to which the answer is all of them. if you the reader are at all like me you are probably similarly reeling with disbelief. (ok, i didn't really reel in disbelief or expect anyone else to do the same).
the interview was on monday, and i found out that my scores and grades and everything are all good and should not be changed, but that the person who interviewed me, while pleased with my interpersonal skills, was not convinced i really wanted to be a doctor. i can understand his confusion, because the mailing address for applications to university of nebraska medical center janitor positions is only different by like two numbers. anyone could potentially make the mistake.
so they encouraged me to apply again (they even told me i'd be a strong candidate (again)!) and agreed that my experience here would probably make my desire to be a physician more palpable, more real, more...documentable.
this setback seemed pretty frustrating at first, but at this point doesn't seem like a particularly big deal, and will probably end up being useful in a couple different ways down the line. we shall see.
anyway, i was back at work today and i watched brain surgery. brain surgery rules. it rules. should i be taking my camera to work with me? do you all want to see brain surgery pictures? if any of you who are about my age had similar time-passing habits around 3:30 on weekday afternoons around first through fourth grade (by which i mean watched teenage mutant ninja turtles the cartoon), you might have also wondered if brains really pulsate like that one bad guy who was just a brain controlling a robot (but had eyeballs and mouth inexplicably on the surface of the brain). and now i can tell you they really do pulsate like that. and it's really, really, REALLY cool.
by the way, let's all sing the praises of wiki one more time,
i promise i'll get back to more regular updates...starting...now!