i sit the clinical exam with 23 other hopefuls, and quickly notice that we make up two groups. the larger group is the fresh face of youth, with much back slapping, rumpled clothes and u.s. drivers' licences. the smaller group is unmistakeably lined, more nattily dressed, and present multi-colored passports.
the first group talk about the med school they are going to, and type their patient notes with robotic efficiency. the others have kids in school and high school; like me, they scratch out their notes manually, and laboriously.
we are, however, united in our humanity as all twenty-four stand in line for the three restrooms during the breaks.
i meet a sweet young thing who wants to do family medicine. she has stars in her eyes, and an engaging naivete. i give her my blessing. yes, i tell her, do f.m; in fact, do academic f.m., and i share a little of what i have done. no glam, i warn her, but i have no regrets either.
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