Big (med school) Bang

Last week, I was subjected to a week-long orientation, basically a masterclass in administrative hazing. We were presented with enough paperwork to deforest a small nation. The primary activity, however, was a series of painfully repetitive conversations with 150 aspiring saviors of humanity, all asking "So, where are you from?" as if the answer holds the key to curing cancer (yes, premeds never change people!). If being allergic to this level of forced, low-stakes networking is ever measured, then I should always carry a F’in EpiPen. No rizz to be found here, folks.

The grand finale was the "White Coat Ceremony," (I'll have something to say about this later), a pageant where they drape you in a glorified lab coat to signify… something. As they placed the coat on my shoulders, I had the distinct feeling I was an imposter at a very expensive, very serious costume party. One can only hope I know what the hell I’ve just signed up for.

Anatomy lab next. FML.