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

vague promises and small stipends. I studied in on-call rooms when I could snag them and on friends’ couches when I couldn’t. When even those options ran out, I folded my exhaustion into the corners of empty waiting rooms, hugging my backpack like a life raft.

I learned the art of cheap food: instant noodles, day-old bread, whatever leftovers the cafeteria continue reading …