Earlier this week, I had an exchange with a classmate in the hall that I feel rather compelled to share. Details have been changed to protect everyone involved.
I was chatting with this girl – I’ll call her Spitfire – about medicine and why she wanted to go into the field:
Me: You work in a hospital somewhere?
SF: I hate hospitals.
Me: Oh really? Prefer clinic to in-patient?
SF: I hate sick people.
Me: Interesting. You do realize medicine tends to have a lot of both right?
SF: Not where I’m going. I’m only interested in neurosurgery.
Me: That’s a pretty competitive field, particularly for older students (she’ll be at least 40 when she applies for a residency).
SF: Not for me – I’m a minority, I can match into anything.
At this point I gave up – this girl had more juice than an NFL linebacker so there’s no way I wanted to poke any holes in her perfectly crafted view of reality. I hate to wish anything negative on a fellow applicant, but seriously, I really hope the admission committees can see through this kind of crap and that she’s never allowed to make medical decisions for anyone but herself.