I’m currently a third-year med student in New York City and trying to figure out what kind of doctoring I want to do.
I graduated from college with a psychology degree. I took only a few science classes as an undergraduate, as I thought I would be working in mental health counseling. It wasn’t until my senior year of college that I started to realize that I was drawn to medicine more than to social work or psychology. So I took a year to do a postbac elsewhere, and then I spent a couple of years working in clinical research and enjoying myself in the lovely city of Boston. With my accumulated wisdom and advancing age, I spent the 2006-2007 year applying to medical schools, and it has been harrowing, ego-deflating, and, at times, amusing. By the sheer force of my formidable charisma and good humor, I have successfully convinced medical schools of my worthiness as a future physician. As a result, I’ve decided to chronicle my journey to medical school in order to disseminate my wayward advice and misguided insights to an unsuspecting and indifferent public.
I am also passionate about theater, having had some experience in community and fringe theater as a director, stage manager, producer, etc. Foolishly, I still hold on to the dream of being able to do theater during residency and such. As of yet, I haven’t found a specialty in which I’m not required to, you know, work my tail off, which means a career in theater might be a tad out of the question. Maybe derm? Well, I have absolutely no interest in skin. Except to make human costumes out of them, a la Silence of the Lambs. I kid, I kid! Or do I?
