Last week was, for various reasons, a bit of a blur. There was plenty of regular-life-themed business to attend to, and there was also the Super Cold to be survived, all the while still attempting to do things like feeding my children. And, of course, there was Friday. If you are a regular reader, you know what I mean when I say this, and you are probably just waiting for me to get on with it already. But first a mini-recap for folks newer to the scene: Friday was residency Match Day, the day on which fourth year medical students around the country find out where the magical residency computer has assigned them to go for the remainder of their training. Here at UVM, there is a ceremony organized for the purposes of opening envelopes and reading aloud program assignments. It is broadcast live on the interwebs so that friends and family can watch. It is a big deal in the way that things that make you so nervous you want to vomit usually are.
At this point in my likely unnecessarily longwinded explaination, some of you astute readers are probably starting to wonder why, if Friday was two days ago, and we know what was in the envelope, I don't just tell you what it was already. So, I will. We are going to...
Cambridge, Massachusetts! Indeed, somehow the eighteen year old kid sitting next to me in Environmental Studies wearing flip flops and a hoody has now turned into a thirty-four year old almost-doctor who has landed himself a residency at Harvard. Go figure. Of course, if any of you out there have knowledge of the area around Cambridge, I would love to hear it. We know a couple of people there, but are otherwise pretty much clueless when it comes to almost everything else.
But apparently, one of us is going to be a doctor.