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Sunday . May 18 . 2003 . 8:44am after the prom Yesterday I was eating from a bag of potato chips and the dog was sitting next to me, watching me with those big brown eyes of quiet longing, just like she does anytime I eat anything. Or, for that matter, anytime I move my hands close to my mouth or start to open any crinkly cellophane bag. She was watching me eat and literally drooling, like, saliva was pooling at the corners of her mouth and dropping to the floor. Who is this animal? Last night was the big Alumni Gala for my medical school, otherwise known as the Med School Prom. (Otherwise known...to me.) It's just some big formal for the graduating class that everyone shows up to, grown-up doctors included, and everyone wears fancy clothes and eats dinner together and boozes it up and gossips and dances and parties like it's on sale for $19.99. Ah, yes. Isn't that what proms are all about? Everyone looked most lovely indeed and we had a good time, although I think both of us had a little too much of the drink before we'd had a chance to do much of the eat, so that made things interesting during the Alumni Award speeches. Unfortunately, our still jet-lagged asses were down for the count by 11:30, and we were extremely unhappy to find when we got home that our bed linens, which we had taken to the laundry earlier that day, still hadn't been dropped off. So in a moment of sleep-desperation ghettoness, we slept last night without sheets. It wasn't quite as bad as it sounds--we have a mattress cover so it wasn't totally bare, but we had no pillowcases and no duvet cover for the comforter. Actually, now that I think about it, someone did give us a fitted sheet as a wedding gift that we stuffed into the linen closet, and we have some extra pillowcases floating around, so I guess technically we could have used those. But we didn't. Because of drunkenness. It hadn't really hit me until now, since we'd previously been so wrapped up in wedding planning and subsequently fled the country, but I can't believe that we're graduating medical school in four days. It doesn't really have the same feel as high school graduation or college graduation to me--ironically, those events felt like a much bigger deal, with larger transitions, whereas this ceremony just seems like a pause before going out and doing much more of the same. I mean, there's the obvious, like I'll be able to tack on "MD" to the end of my name, and call myself "Doctor" as I strut around importantly, but other than that, what? Same old, same old. Maybe I would feel differently if I were switching to a different hospital, less of the sense of, "I'm graduating! It's over! Up yours, medical establishment! Woo! Well...see you back here in two weeks." And now it is time to take some Advil. xo Michelle |
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