 Just
figuring it out
Medical school journal
By Mina M.
September 30, 2003
The Iranian
"Hey Mina, wait up?"
I turn around to
see the face of my preceptor Dr. Max who is a 40 something mid-life-crisis
approaching physician who is currently on his third wife.
"You
did a great job in there kiddo. I told you this hard
work would pay off. You are on your way to Surgeon General."
Just
a few moments ago, I was in a conference room with Dr. Max along
with 20 of his colleagues giving a presentation on some
cardiology research I did last summer.
"Really?" I reply. "I
was so nervous and I left out one of the points."
"Oh don't
you worry your pretty little head about it. Everyone
thought you were great. Dr. Davids thought you were cute
as a button."
After a few seconds of my infamous blank, I smile
curtly and thank Dr. Male Chauvinist Pig for his complement. After
all, I am only a 2nd year medical student, at the bottom of the
totem pole, 20 years his junior and 3 marriages less experienced. It
does not matter I have had 3 hours of sleep a night for the past
4 days trying to find time to put together this stupid presentation
Dr. Max thought would be "such a wonderful opportunity". Next
time, I'm swearing a plastic bag.
At any rate, glad to be
out of the lions' den. It is 1:30 and I have to head to class. After
swinging by to get some coffee, I plop down exhausted in my seat
and see a mane of blonde hair
whip around to face me.
"Hey Mins, how did it go?"
"Alright I guess, Dr. Max's on crack."
"Sweety, are you just
figuring this out? I was in a
physical exam with him last week and he asked me how nursing
school was
going."
Michelle is my best friend and classmate. It
was fate when I met her. We were at a beginning of
the year party our first year when everyone was getting
to know each other. Cocktail
in hand, I caught glimpse of my favorite man (next to my
father of course) Louis Vuitton -- bag that is. I
had a flashback of my grandmother in Iran explaining how
every fancy young lady
should have a beautiful handbag. At least I can blame
or trace the beginnings of my shopping habits to one place. It
makes it a little easier to rationalize."
At any rate, class
has started and I cannot pay attention. This
damn laptop which we were required to buy has been my constant
downfall. Instead of being the attentive medical student,
I am too easily distracted by mind-building websites such
as hotornot.com. Sigh. It's
hard being a Persian girl in med school.
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