Today we had to meet in small groups with the chief of internal medicine whose office is literally larger than my apartment. He was very welcoming and gave us each a chance to relay our spiel to him about where we came from and why we chose medicine.
I told the chief of internal medicine that I kind of wanted to do something important sort of once and because I didn't know what else to do I wound up at medical school. And now that I'm here well, I don't really know what to go into since I hate science to my very core and I've found I don't like working with sick people, so that seems to limit my options and oh yeah, I want to have a family someday too. But I do know I'd like to do something that enables me to pay off my loans sooner rather than later by practicing as little clinically as humanly possible.
I said that, aloud, and did so far more inelegantly than I've typed it out just now.
To the chief of internal medicine.
To the chief of internal medicine at my very self-important school and perhaps actually important affiliated hospital.
It was kind of liberating to feel that bullet fire through my foot.