Something about attending Metropolis Med makes the city of Metropolis seem like a much smaller place. I think it’s the fact that I haven’t left the 3 block radius around the school in a week. During orientation, we’d all stuff our ID badges in our pockets at every opportunity, but now most of us have given up and are wearing them on lanyards around our necks, summer-camp-style, because we need them to get into nearly every building around here, and also because med school is where cool goes to die.
I’m kidding, of course. The ID lanyards are obviously cool. (Although “obviously cool” may not be so obvious to other people, especially when you need to swipe the card across a reader and decide to go for the more efficient “lean neck in awkwardly close” method rather than the more suave “take off the lanyard like a normal person” method. I mean, they told us we’d have to learn better time-management skills in med school, and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what they meant.)
Yesterday a second year told me that the course we’re in now is considered “easy”, which probably means “med school easy”, which I take to mean “hard”. And last night, a friend decided that we were going to get a group together and “go out”, which is a complicated phrase that actually ended up meaning “staying in and playing a Jersey Shore drinking game”.
And that’s obviously cool.
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