They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

a corner of the medical library, still in my wrinkled navy scrubs, a half-finished cup of coffee cooling beside my laptop. My eyes burned from staring at endocrine pathways for hours. My hair was pulled back in a messy bun that had given up on professionalism sometime around 7 p.m.

I remember how quiet it was. The kind of silence that exists only in continue reading …