Impending Doom

Today is my final day of freedom. Tomorrow begins Residency Orientation, two weeks of CPR lessons and computer training sessions. For my entire educational career, I have dreaded orientations. Endless hours of boredom, trying to make a good impression while hoping that a cataclysmic explosion forces an early conclusion to the day's (in)activities. Meanwhile, here I sit, a pile of PALS and ACLS books sitting mostly unread on a table in the front of Cafe Ambrosia. From here, I have a great view of the sudden thunderstorm drenching Maynard St. I am both excited for the start of real work, and dreading the onset of real responsibility. The guys next to me are telling each other bad jokes as they adjust their bandanas, while the girls by the door discuss the poetry they write and the graduation parties they are not attending. I don't know what to do with myself. More updates to come. For now, it's just the calm during the storm.