And we’re back

In 7 weeks, I’ll be on the wards!  Rotating!  … Clinically!

Okay, so – no, I have no idea what being on clinical rotations is like. I like to imagine it involves looking very serious while holding a clipboard and walking briskly.  And then you also get yelled at a lot, but at the end of the day you remember what it’s all for because you hear Zach Braff’s voice spelling it all out in painstaking detail.

(… In related news, I may have mistaken “clinical rotations” for “Scrubs”.)  (Bonus tip to pre-med interviewees: always pretend like you don’t know the difference between those two.  Interviewers love that stuff.)

(Extra bonus tip to pre-meds interviewees:  never take advice from a med blog.)

Anyway, I’ve had a traumatic couple of weeks, but I think I’m finally on the up and up.  Which is exactly why this was a jerk move, Netflix.

NETFLIX. THAT'S NOT NICE.

In case you have better things to do with your time than read the tiny text up there: my top rated “Witty Romance” choice is not witty.  Nor does it look romantic.  Instead, it is a cartoon about a snow day at the mall where everyone is preparing for the upcoming school dance.  Because it’s legally required that any movie that bills itself as “teen” must include a school dance for which the characters can prepare.

Now I don’t know about you guys, but all of my “preparations” for school dances in high school went something like this:

Step 1:  Make fun of school dance.
Step 2:  Reluctantly deign to make an appearance because “there’s nothing better to do”.
Step 3:  Wait for Freddie Prinze Jr. to show up, extend his hand, and shyly ask me to dance to a Cranberries’ song.
Step 4:  Make fun of school dance.

Which is to say: … yes, I will probably watch this.

But I’m going to be disappointed if Zach Braff doesn’t appear at the end to explain the moral.